Feng Lin had never experienced this kind of pain, and he had gone through countless battles.
But I have never suffered a comminuted fracture of my legs.
I felt like I was numb from the pain.
"I'll give you one last chance. Use your hands to crawl back. This is not the place you should be."
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, neither happy nor sad, and spoke in an understatement.
Feng Lin felt that cold sweat had spread all over his body, and a lot of sweat flowed into his eyes.
But he never believed that his bones would break for no reason.
He firmly believed that he was in an illusion formation.
"Boy, why are you still standing there?"
The middle-aged man asked calmly, "Are you planning to crawl back?"
"I don't believe my bones are broken. It must be a formation, it must be a formation!"
Feng Lin supported his body with both hands and prepared to stand up.
"It's strange, your arms are obviously made of tofu, why can they support your body?"
The middle-aged man whispered again.
His words are truly like the language spoken by gods.
Click!
Feng Lin's arms supporting his body suddenly became as soft as noodles.
The unbearable pain struck again, causing Feng Lin to scream uncontrollably.
A hundred meters away, those flashing lights seemed to be excited again.
It began to rotate crazily, hitting barriers within a hundred meters from time to time.
…
at the same time.
outside world.
Feng Juedi stood not far from the gate very calmly.
But Feng Youfu kept his head down and walked back and forth here.
Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he stopped and looked at Feng Juedi.
"Youfu, what's wrong? Don't believe Feng Lin?"
Feng Jedi asked with a smile.
"When I first entered, I was at the eighth level of Dacheng. When that boy Feng Chen entered, he was at the peak of sixth level."
Feng Youfu came to Feng Juedi, "But if you let this kid at the fourth level go in, even if he meets someone who is easy to talk to, he won't be able to bear it."
"I believe in Feng Lin. He has been a Buddhist since he was a child, but his inner cruelty is not weaker than anyone else, not even Feng Chen."
Feng Juedi smiled and said, "If you can persist and wait until you go in, it will be much better."
"Hey, I hope he can find someone he can talk to. If he encounters those evil people, escape immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger."
After Feng Youfu finished speaking, he walked around in circles again.
Before I knew it, half an hour had passed.
Feng Youfu frowned and said tremblingly: "Isn't it possible that Feng Lin... died inside?"
"Blessed, don't scare yourself. On the contrary, I feel that Feng Lin is still insisting. It's almost half an hour, and the other party should be able to accept him."
Feng Juedi's face was also a little solemn, "You are blessed, stop hanging around in front of me, go out and wait."
"yes."
Feng Youfu looked back at Shimen, sighed deeply, and turned to leave.
Feng Jedi's face also showed a rare nervousness, and his fists could not help but clenched.
Staring at the stone door in front of him, he remained silent.
…
Inside the stone gate.
Feng Lin couldn't even open his eyes. He felt that the pain he had experienced during this period could equal all the pain he had experienced before.
The pain made him forget time.
He felt as if a hundred years had passed.
At this moment, he felt that his body had become nothing more than a layer of skin, and everything inside had turned into dregs.
The pain made him unable to keep up with his breathing, and he began to gasp violently.
Slowly, Feng Lin found that the air he inhaled was not as much as the air he exhaled.
As a doctor, he knows what this means.
He might be dying.
If he could use Divine Rebellion, Feng Lin would definitely get out of here without stopping.
But now that he can't even use Qi Jin, what can he do?
"Do you regret it now? You regret not leaving, but it's too late now, you are already dying."
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, staring down at Feng Lin.
"You never touched me or attacked me from the beginning. This is all false!"
Feng Lin kept talking, and finally his voice became crazy, "This is fake, fake!!!"
"Since you think it's false, it means your body is fine. Why don't you stand up and prove it to me?"
The middle-aged man's face, which had always been neither happy nor sad, now showed a faint smile.
"You think I'm afraid of you? I'll prove it to you now!"
Feng Lin shook his hands like noodles to support his body.
But as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt that the bone fragments in his body were pricking his flesh and blood.
The pain made Feng Lin tremble.
"This is fake!"
Feng Lin clenched his teeth so hard that blood burst out from his gums.
Finally, his arms crookedly supported his body, and his legs began to respond.
Successfully arched the body.
The middle-aged man gradually narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Get up! Move for me! Move for me!"
Feng Lin roared angrily, the strength of his body seemed to have returned again, and he endured the pain that pierced his soul.
Feng Lin stood up again, although his body was still swaying.
But he stood completely.
"I knew this was fake! Also! Since it is a phantom formation, the disappearing Qi Jin is also fake!"
Feng Lin clenched his fist hard, and veins popped up on his forehead, "Come back! Come back!"
As his body trembled violently, terrifying energy reappeared from Feng Lin's spiritual veins.
Boom!
Feng Lin once again surpassed the limit and finally reached the fifth level of Dacheng.
brush!
He used divine counterattack and dodged in front of the middle-aged man. After recovering, he punched the middle-aged man in the face.
Huhuhu...
Those swaying lights a hundred meters away kept hitting the barrier like crazy.
The middle-aged man in front of him took a solid punch from Feng Lin, but there was still no change.
He asked flatly: "What did you learn?"
"study?"
Feng Lin took a step back and felt his recovered body, "I just strengthened my thoughts and beliefs, that's all."
"Yes, this is what I teach you. Everything should be looked at within yourself, and don't be confused by the outside world. Whatever you think is, that's what it is."
"Remember, you are the only one, you are the master of your world, and the world exists because of you."
"When you die, the world you live in will collapse. In your world, you are God, and you should not be afraid of anyone."
The middle-aged man's body gradually turned into light, "You are too weak. I have nothing to teach you now. I will save it for later."
Although Feng Lin knew little about it, he still handed it over respectfully, "Thank you for your advice, senior. I don't know your surname."
The middle-aged man has completely turned into light, but there are still three words left.
"Wang Yangming."
"king……"
Feng Lin's body stiffened and he broke into a cold sweat.
According to legend, the last great figure who became a saint in China was Wang Shouren of the Ming Dynasty?
Feng Lin looked solemn and bowed deeply to the distance.
The light spots in the distance are still swaying.
Feng Lin turned around and walked out of the stone gate.
During this period of torture, he had lost track of time.
No matter how much time has passed, at least he has entered the fifth level of Dacheng.
Finally, we can go to the other side of the river.