Martial God Asura Chapter 382: Desperate to fight

At this moment, since the other party has n’t directly started to kill the lives of Chu Feng and Zi Ling, but has repeatedly asked Chu Feng some questions, it means that the other party may not want to kill Chu Feng and Zi Ling, at least temporarily.

If so, he really doesn't want to kill Chu Feng and Zi Ling, Chu Feng and Zi Ling still have a chance to live, then at this time, it is the best time for Chu Feng to capture the heart of Zi Ling.

In the past, what did Chu Feng say? I like Zi Ling and Zi Ling will not believe it, but I will feel disgusted and think that Chu Feng is a rhetoric.

But at this critical moment of life and death, Zi Ling's heart is extremely fragile. At this time, Chu Feng, for her sake, is the easiest to impress her.

Anyway, life and death are unpredictable, Chu Feng decided to fight at this time, fight this Gold-cloak World Spiritist, and give them a chance, a chance to survive.

"senior, I implore you to let her go. Do n’t torture her. If you have any questions, please come to me and I will take the guilt on her behalf." Chu Feng patted his chest and said, there is a big Zi Ling crime Resistance posture.

"Haha, funny, your girl is quite attractive, so that you can make such a good boy like you." Gold-cloak World Spiritist, looked at Zi Ling, and then said to Chu Feng:

"You cannot accept her sin."

"But since you are determined to save her, I will give you a chance."

"唰"

While talking, he waved his sleeve robe, stretched out his palm and pointed at Chu Feng, and saw the bitter cold in the hall where Chu Feng was located. The cold was extremely overbearing. The hall was transformed into an ice cellar, and Chu Feng's was transformed into ice all around.

Even if Chu Feng resists with Profound Power, it is also invaded by the cold. At this moment, the skin is condensed into layers of frost, and the frost is still increasing sharply.

"Swish Swish 唰" followed closely, and Gold-cloak World Spiritist danced his fingers towards the void again. Soon, in front of the Chu Feng's, a picture of two meters in height and ten meters in length appeared.

"Remember the contents of this picture." Gold-cloak World Spiritist said.

In fact, before the opening of Gold-cloak World Spiritist, Chu Feng had projected his gaze on that picture, and carefully remembered the content of that picture.

"唰" However, when Gold-cloak World Spiritist's voice just fell, his big sleeve suddenly waved. At the same time, the picture was also torn apart and scattered among the vast halls.

"In half an hour, restore this picture to its original form, and she will be saved."

"Within half an hour, if this picture cannot be recovered, she will be torn apart by this formation chains, and your sweetheart will not have a whole body left," said Gold-cloak World Spiritist.

Hearing this, Chu Feng didn't hesitate. With a long figure and a big wave of his hands, Profound Power overflowed, and he wanted to gather the fragments of the scrolls floating in the vast hall.

However, he was helpless because his strength was unable to mobilize those painting fragments. What was most surprising to him was that he couldn't exhibit any Martial Technique in this hall at the moment, and his feet were abnormally heavy. Every step is extremely laborious.

At the same time, the bitter cold is continuously eroding the Chu Feng's body. Chu Feng feels that his body is becoming more and more numb, stiffer, and gradually, he will lose control of the body.

"Abominable, you have blocked my power. How can I recover this picture within half an hour if you do this?" Chu Feng was a little angry, and the Gold-cloak World Spiritist was simply an incompletion for him. Puzzle.

"This is your business." Gold-cloak World Spiritist grinned, as if watching a good show, and then added: "Yes, although you cannot restore this picture for half an hour, you will not die. . "

"But the strength of this cold, with your cultivation realm, can't last for half an hour, that is, you don't need half an hour, you will die."

"Of course, the exit is there. If you don't want to die, you can leave at any time, but if you leave, then she will die."

"As for desperately trying to save her, or you will be buried here together, it's up to you to decide, Hahaha ..."

Suddenly, Gold-cloak World Spiritist laughed a lot, and in his laughter, his body began to dissipate, and eventually merged into the upper hall.

"Ah ~~~" And just after that Gold-cloak World Spiritist disappeared, Zi Ling screamed again in pain.

raise one's head wait and see, Chu Feng was shocked to find that the golden formation chains wrapped around Zi Ling contracted again. Although the contraction was very slow, it still caused great pain to Zi Ling. In this way, the body of Zi Ling will really be affected. This formation rope is broken.

"Damn, I don't believe it. I can't restore this picture in half an hour." Seeing this, Chu Feng no longer hesitated. Two thunders in the blood surged, and Aura climbed to Black Tortoise Fifth Level instantly.

With the improvement of strength, the footsteps of Chu Feng's have become less heavy and they can even run.

So, Chu Feng started here, full of cold, in the hall like an ice cellar, collecting scraps of paintings everywhere.

But as he stayed longer in the ice cellar, the cold eroded him more and more. Chu Feng was covered with frost all over his body, walking more and more slowly, and his skin was losing vitality.

While looking at Chu Feng, you worked hard for your chance to live, Zi Ling is close together, and endured the severe pain from the body as much as possible, no longer making painful calls.

I have to say that Chu Feng's has a good memory. Every piece of scrolls he picks can be placed in the correct position. However, as time goes by, the Chu Feng's body is gradually supported by difficult. In the end, even falling constantly, the whole body began to tremble.

"Chu Feng, you don't care about me, let's go, otherwise we will all die." At this moment, Zi Ling is also at heart can't bear it, even persuade Chu Feng to leave.

"Shut up girl, how could I ignore you." Chu Feng forced a smile and ignored the words of Zi Ling, but continued to pick up the scroll scraps.

However, at this moment, Chu Feng is really incapable of already, the cold already penetrates the bone marrow, his body already is stiff as iron, and already gradually loses control of the body. Finally, Chu Feng lies on the ground weakly.

"Chu Feng, you ..."

And looking at the already lying on the ground weakly, but still trying to stand up Chu Feng, Zi Ling seems already has forgotten the pain from her body, because her heart is shaking, her soul is shaking, Because she couldn't think of it anyway, Chu Feng would really spare her life to save herself.

In the face of a person who is not related to him or herself, so desperately to save himself, Zi Ling can't help but not move.