Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

Telling Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing to retreat, Dao Feng opened the black iron box again.

The death penalty flower lay quietly in it.

The most ordinary appearance, but the terrifying power contained in it.

Ma Hongjun, who had recovered to his original appearance, hid behind the tree, watching that terrifying box being opened, his neck couldn't help shrinking.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the tree, folded his hands on his chest, his eyes were full of worry.

Picking up the death penalty flower, Dao Feng looked a little serious.

The death penalty flower has thirteen petals like bamboo leaves, showing a withered yellow color, giving people a sense of withering life.

According to past experience, it is extremely self-affordable.

Dao Feng was going to divide it into two or three times to take and absorb it, not because he wanted to find it unpleasant.

It's just that if this soul-refining flower is to achieve the best medicinal effect, it must be taken as much as possible at the same time.

If it wasn't for the lack of soul power, he would have swallowed the whole soul refining flower directly.

Seven leaves are plucked.

Dao Feng sat cross-legged, took a deep breath and stuffed seven withered yellow leaves into his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing's pupils shrank sharply, and subconsciously stepped forward to stop it.

But she stopped when she took the first step, and looked at Daofeng who had entered the cultivation state, and she took back her steps.

The worry in his eyes grew stronger.

"Oh! What should I do? Brother Dao, what are you doing?!" Ma Hongjun was dumbfounded.

But it was too late to stop it at this time.

Can only act anxiously.

"Trust him." Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice came.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head a little irritably, but didn't speak.

There was no smile on Dao Feng's face, the ferocious twist made Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun in the distance startled.

What pain would it take to make him show that look? !

Zhu Zhuqing quickly looked away, couldn't bear to look again, his heart ached and blocked.

She was a little out of breath.

The hands on the chest were clenched tightly, and the mouth was tightly pursed.

Ma Hongjun didn't dare to look at it either.

His little heart can't stand it!

"Die! Die!"

The moment someone with the knife released the medicinal power of the seven petals of the death penalty flower, he felt like he was suddenly in hell!

This kind of pain is completely different from standing in front of the execution flower!

This kind of pain that goes deep into the soul... No, this is the pain that directly affects the soul.

Daofeng knew that there was only one thing he had to do, and he didn't have to worry about anything else.

You don't even need to deliberately absorb the power released by the death penalty flower.

All he has to do is to stay awake in this pain, otherwise once his consciousness collapses during the soul refining process...

Then everything will stop!

It hurts! !

This kind of pain affected the body, and the white and flawless teeth with blades like jade clenched tightly.

Muscles tense involuntarily.

This terrible pain is really...

Nostalgic.

Just stay awake.

But in this case, the seconds really feel like years.

Most of the energy overflowing from the death penalty flower acts on the mysterious and unspeakable soul.

A small part acts on the body and soul power.

Time passed quietly.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun were not idle either.

The setting sun disappeared from the sky, and the full moon and stars occupied the sky.

Not long after nightfall, they welcomed their first uninvited guest.

The sound of footsteps came straight here.