Chapter 1037 The Last

Chapter 137 "There is another..."

When the hoarse voice came out of the stone platform, the faces of Moro and Tang Xinlian changed slightly, and only the green pheasant smiled faintly, as if they were not surprised.

"Lin Dong, so far, no one has ever endured fifty dead gas washing. The last one is far from comparable to the previous one. Once you fail, no matter how strong your body is, you will be corroded by death!" Moro said in a low voice.

On the stone platform, Lin Dongzhong's palm. At this time, his skin was a little gray because of the erosion of death. He seemed to be suffering from great pain, so he did not say anything. It was just that the slightly swinging palm revealed some stubbornness that he refused to give up.

There is no ordinary power in the world. If you want to become stronger than others, you need to pay efforts and risks that are beyond the reach of others. Lin Dong knew this clearly when he first came out of the Dayen Dynasty.

Moro saw this, and his eyes were slightly condensed. This boy is really stubborn.

"Moro, it's up to him. He really wants to decide what to do, but you can't pull it back." The green pheasant said with a faint smile.

Moro smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Just say something coldly. When the boy's body is destroyed, is it easy for you to re-cultivate the secondary body?"

The green pheasant looked at the slightly trembling figure on the stone platform with a smile and whispered, "He will succeed..."

"I hope so..."

The sticky deadness dripped from the stone platform but fell into the pool, but there was no sound of water droplets, and even on the surface of the pool, there was no ripple spreading.

After the forty-ninth death washed down, the dead pond gradually returned to quiet, as if there was no follow-up.

"Master..." Tang Xinlian looked at this scene, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. Because no one had persisted to the fiftieth path before, even she didn't know what the fiftieth trick was like.

"It's coming soon..." Moro's eyes were condensed in the black waterfall above the dead pond, and there was a solemnity in his eyes.

"Buzz!"

Shortly after Moro's voice fell, the earth suddenly began to shake. Tang Xinlian raised her head in surprise, and then her pupils shrank slightly to see that the huge black waterfall squirmed slowly at this time.

The black waterfall is like a black dragon with no end in sight. In the silence, it quietly shows its feroth.

A terrible and indescribable death spreads away. This space is the kind of death that has become a little gray because of this, and even the space is unbearable.

The forest movement on the stone platform was also aware of the terrible fluctuations above, and then he slowly looked up, and his pupils shot the squirming black waterfall. The shadow, like the arrival of death, made him take a deep breath. This last death wash turned to such an extent. No wonder even Moro would say something else. Yes...

However, it's time, and it's impossible to retreat again.

"Come on." Lin Dong sat cross-legged, and his eyes staring at the black waterfall began to surge with a burning challenge.

The black waterfall is slowly twisted, with black water pouring down, and then quietly blends into the pool. However, no matter how magnificent the air is, there is still no sound coming out. It is so quiet and weird that it is chilling.

Cow!

Invisibly, there seemed to be a sudden sound coming out. At that moment, the air in this space fled quickly and dispersed. The black waterfall was already mixed with the sound of terror, pouring down from the sky, like a black mountain, falling towards the forest.

Pow!

The waterfall was about to fall, and those huge stone platforms almost turned into ashes in an instant. Although there was no loud noise, the violently trembling earth still proved the terrible impact.

Ah!

The black waterfall flooded Lin Dong's body, and then a low roar full of pain also came out at this time.

On the edge of the Dead Flame Spirit Pool, the three of Moro looked solemnly at the falling black waterfall. With extraordinary eyes, they could faintly see that in the waterfall, Lin Dong's body gradually became dark at this time, which was a sign of physical necrosis.

"He can't hold on." Tang Xinlian hurriedly said that no one could imagine that the last one was so fierce. Compared with this one, the previous forty-nine were simply a little bit of a big.

"Master, get him out quickly!"

Moro's face was solemn. He looked at the calm green pheasant beside him, shook his head slightly, and whispered, "Don't worry, the boy is still insisting."

Ah!

It is depressing, but it still contains a low roar of extreme pain, coming from the waterfall like a beast. I can't imagine to what extent the pain has reached. Even Lin Dong, who has always been tenacious, is such a manifestation.

Tang Xinlian gently covered her red lips. She could see that in the black waterfall, Lin Dong's body seemed to shrink in circles, and the majestic death to the extreme was constantly eroding his body as if it had a terrible corrosive effect.

Layers of black skin quickly piled up on the surface of Lin Dong's body. That scene made people's hearts chill.

The roar of pain, after continuing for a long time, finally gradually weakened, but not because the pain stopped, but because the dead gas eroded his throat, and the sound like a tattered windmill was no longer as clear as before.

Tang Xinlian looked at this scene. Even if she had always been tough, her eyes were slightly red at this time, and she immediately turned her head and did not look at the painful figure in the black waterfall.

She can finally know why this young man of about her age can be valued by her master and the strong man at the peak of heaven and earth. This is not a talent or something, but the kind of resilience he has.

That kind of resilience, even she can't reach, because at least at the beginning, she didn't have the courage to challenge the 50th way of death...

"Lin Dong... Come on..." Tang Xinlian held her hand gently, turned her head slightly, and muttered.

The hoarse and painful roar finally dissipated completely, but the wave of horrible death was still washed away by one of the already motionless figures, because of the isolation of death, and it was impossible to detect whether the figure still had vitality.

And this kind of flushing lasted for ten minutes, and then the raging black waterfall went up against the current again, hanging high in the sky, like ink, pouring down.

The eyes of the three of Moro also slowly retreated with the black waterfall and condensed in the dead pond. On the surface of the pool, the black flame rose, and a pile of black dandruff piled up into a hill.

With a wave of Moro's sleeve robe, the strong wind blew, and the black dandruffs scattered, revealing one of the black and skinny bodies.

Tang Xinlian looked at this almost bone-like black body, and her teeth couldn't help biting her red lips tightly, trying not to make a sound.

In that body, she can't feel any vitality.

Moro looked at this scene with a solemn face, and immediately turned his head to look at the green pheasant. Although the latter's face was still calm, he could still feel that the green pheasant's body seemed to be much tighter at this time.

No one speaks, and the atmosphere is so depressing that people can't breathe.

Cock.

This atmosphere lasted for about a minute, and suddenly there was a slight strange sound. The three of Moro hurriedly looked along, and then saw cracks on the black dead bone.

The three of them looked at this scene, and their eyes were condensed, because those black substances were completely condensed by death, so even the green pheasant could not feel whether there was still vitality under it.

The crack spread quickly in the eyes of the three people without blinking. The last soft sound, a crack broke open, and then a slender arm stretched out of it.

Cock-c-c-c-c!

The black substance quickly falls off at this time, and as the black falls off, the healthy and vibrant color is revealed again.

When those black substances completely fell off, a straight and strong young body also appeared again. The pair of black pupils, bright and confident, above the body, every line is full of power.

This seems to be a body reborn from Nirvana in the flame of death. Although there are no amazing muscles like giants, under the seemingly thin body, there is a terrible power spreading out.

"It turned out to be...successful..."

The three Moro looked at the metamorphic body. Their perception was quite amazing, and they could naturally detect that the body was obviously much stronger than before.

Moreover, in that body, there is still a magnificent power flowing. In the power, a trace of pure death is mixed. Such a state is as stable as a rock!

Obviously, Lin Dong really survived the 50th death rush.

"This boy..."

Moro grinned, and his eyes were full of admiration. Lin Dong once again shocked him.

hu.

The smile on the green pheasant's face was also full, but only Moro could feel it. The tight body of the former also began to relax.

Lin Dong looked at the three people by the pool, and also smiled. Just as he was about to walk forward, a fiery red spear had been pierced through fiercely. The fierce wind scared him to step back a few steps, and then looked at Tang Xinlian in consternation. At this time, the latter's beautiful face was hot, and his eyes .

"Put on your clothes!"

In Tang Xinlian's shy shout, Moro beside him couldn't help laughing, and the green pheasant also shook his head with a smile.

Later, we will start to slowly expand the new map, and it's the most troublesome time. Let's start with a chapter today. To be continued