He comes from a righteous family, but he is not the owner of the Thunder Sword, and the information he can get is not comprehensive.
However, as far as he knew, double was the task of the Book of Righteousness when he hadn’t been to the Academy of Doom. Recently, he heard that the book of Righteousness occasionally came back to be tried again. It is no longer double, but three times that of other tried spirits, or even three times that of other tried spirits.……
Righteousness was fearless and did not speak. Helian Li thought that this was the secret of the righteous family that could not be exposed, so she did not continue to explore.
They were exhausted from running, and they finally got out of the pursuit of the trick, and they arranged spells to cover their breath before they could take a break for a while.
“Feng Zongyun should be gone.”I don’t know who sighed in a low voice.
The others didn’t answer when they heard it, acquiescing to this fact.
The real fact is that Feng Zongyun rushed into the Shenqun desperately to fight, killing more and more, and getting deeper and deeper. The five senses were full of Shenqu, like a boundless hell, he finally woke up in vain. A trace of reason, stimulated the instinct to survive.
It’s a pity that he was already too deep at this time, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and even Qi Shen was faintly rebellious and devouring, and it was impossible to break through with his personal strength.
His eyes were red, his hands trembled, and he took out a secret order for help.
But the secret order was not activated, indicating that his trial time limit was not reached, and the evil tricks he cleaned up were not enough.
In the end, the hope of survival was also shattered.
Feng Zongyun’s eyes were filled with despair, madness, and sorrow.
It’s better not to be sober at this time, and it’s more enjoyable to die of madness directly, so that you don’t have to be sober to bear the process of your own death.
“Ah ah ah ah!”Feng Zongyun knelt on his head and shouted frantically, suffering the double torture of spiritual poison and Qi Shen’s back bite, his vision was hazy.
Time seems to be slow at this moment, why hasn’t he been torn apart by the trick?
Feng Zongyun still retained a trace of clear mind to have such a question.
He looked up with his hazy eyes open, and he couldn’t see anything clearly, but he heard a lot of overlapping sounds like layers of film in his ears.
“Wow, let me just say that there must be someone here so densely surrounded!””
“Come on, Qiao Daqiang!Groundbreaking hammer–!”
“Wu Tun swallows a big bite, don’t lose to them, Haina Baichuan sucks!””
“Look at me, look at me.”
Feng Zongyun: “?？？”
Could it be the illusion before death, the magic sound of the spirit poison entering the deep pollution?
The treacherous tide that surrounded him was broken through a hole, and a huge figure approached him.