The next moment, a scorching pain came from the neck. The white snake bit it and began to bite his body, tearing off the bloody pieces of meat. But Long Feixue still didn't move, and she didn't even blink her eyelids.

He did not feel the pain, but instead felt that the spiritual platform was extremely clear at this moment.

All this is just an illusion. Even if it has lasted for decades and lasted enough to allow a person to spend his life, it cannot confuse his cognition.

The Heart Sword has no trace, nothing can shake his trust in the sword.

Pain cannot be done, illusions cannot be done, and time cannot be done!

The white light shone faintly on him, and Long Feixue's face was calm and motionless!

Under the statue, Cang Jue, Mapel and Lao Wang waited for a long time.

Mapel no longer stayed in Lao Wang's arms. The soul-raising effect of the Heavenly Soul Pearl has already repaired her injured soul. The soul is a container of soul power. After being tempered, the soul recovers from exhaustion, making Mapel feel that the soul power is constantly pouring out, and even can feel the terrifying potential of the soul by herself, making her feel that as long as she practices a little, her tiger peak limit can be taken to a higher level at any time.

She had just asked Wang Feng that the length of her soul tempering was about twenty minutes, but the Hei Wukai and Long Feixue in front of her had been half an hour on the basis of those twenty minutes.

The facial expressions of the two began to change, from calm at the beginning to frowning later, and then gradually sweating from their foreheads. At this time, the two of them even breathed rapidly and their bodies were trembling slightly.

To be honest, Lao Wang was a little hesitant. On the one hand, he could clearly feel that both of them had reached the limit of their tolerance, and they could not hold back at any time; but on the other hand, from the perspective of time, both of them seemed to have reached the end of their own inner demon training. If he took action to pull them out at this time, it would be hard to say whether it was helping them or harming them.

In the end, Lao Wang gave up. What any strong man hates the most is the interference of others.

Life and death have destiny and wealth are in heaven.

A powerful soul power suddenly burst out from the still two people. They broke free from the illusion at the same time, and then fell to the ground on one knee at the same time.

Huh huh huh huh!

Both of them were gasping heavily. In the illusion just now, Heiwukai had fought bloody battles for ten days and ten nights, and almost tried his best to kill the last enemy of Shura Purgatory; while Long Feixue's muscles were spasming. In the illusion, he had been gnawed by the long snake transformed into that sword, leaving only the thick white bones. Such pain was no less than being cut into pieces and executed by Ling Chi, but he survived.

The state of mind that was tempered to the point of becoming more and more perfect took only a second or two to get out of the residual consciousness of the illusion and returned to normal. Both of them immediately discovered each other gasping for a moment. At this moment, they looked at each other and wanted to laugh, but soon, the smile was covered up by something that surprised Long Feixue.

I saw Wang Feng, Cang Jue and Mapel standing aside leisurely, looking at them with a smile.

Lao Hei grinned, but Long Feixue was really surprised.

Even he has endured such hard soul tempering, but these three people have easily survived it?

No……

Long Feixue looked at Wang Feng. When he could have predicted that this layer was soul tempering when he was on the second floor, he could stand here so calmly and normally. It seems that everyone underestimated him before, ranking last among the disciples of the Holy Temple, and...

The soul, who had just experienced perfect tempering, was at its keenest moment. Long Feixue had an illusion in a trance, and Wang Feng became a little unfathomable.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger." Lao Wang seemed to see Long Feixue's doubts.

Long Feixue refused to say anything, and his face was still aloof and calm. Is he afraid? But he still felt the other party's inexplicable kindness, not a disguise, because it was unnecessary.

"How do we do the next level?" Even though Hei Wukai's temperament had come to an end. Even if he had some strength, what would he faced on the next level?

Just like on the second floor, just below the statue, a stone slab suddenly began to slowly sink, revealing a pitch-black hole.

Around this space, the mountain walls and the earth began to collapse and dissipate again.

The opening of the next floor came too quickly this time. Hei Wukai and Long Feixue had not even calmed down their breath. They had just barely stood up straight and had not had time to speak, but suddenly, a black figure appeared in front of everyone.

who?

This person is obviously not a monster in the illusion, but a living person, wearing an inconspicuous war academy costume, and looks ordinary, and belongs to the type that he can no longer recognize when thrown into a pile of people.
Chapter completed!