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At the same time, within Qin Feng's world of phenomena, Qin Feng suffered no less than Chi You.

The divine power in his body was fading so fast that Qin Feng could hardly breathe, and his body became very weak, but he still stood stiffly by the side of the coffin, with one hand tightly attached to it.

He clenched his teeth and felt nothing except the pain in his brain.

The fast passing divine power almost made Qin Feng feel that his vitality was almost completely drained.

"Master Qin! Master Qin!" Ming Ling looked at Qin Feng with empty eyes and was shocked, and hurriedly followed Qin Feng's arm to Qin Feng, shouting hoarsely.

It's a pity that this voice only left a crazy whistling in Qin Feng's ears.

"Master Qin! You have to hold on!"

"Master Qin!"

Ming Ling shook Qin Feng, tugged at Qin Feng's ears, and grabbed Qin Feng's face, but unfortunately there was still no response.

Qin Feng was like a shaped statue, motionless.

Ming Ling looked at Qin Feng's hollow eyes helplessly, and then two snow-white little hands suddenly burst into a very strong black air, which suddenly hit Qin Feng's face.

Suddenly a huge black mark was burned on Qin Feng's face.

Ming Ling knew that this clone that stayed in the world of Qin Feng's Faxiang was transformed by Qin Feng's divine soul, and everything the divine soul felt was the most obvious.

Finally, Qin Feng vaguely noticed a tingling pain in his vague consciousness, as if someone was burning his cheek with a soldering iron in Shun Meng.

But even with this hot and tingling, Qin Feng still felt that his consciousness was very vague, and he could hardly make any response.

At this moment, in the world Qin Feng perceives, there is only a haziness and vagueness left, and nothing else.

Ming Ling saw that Qin Feng still had no response after a long time, and he was immediately anxious like an ant on a hot pot, anxious and helpless.

"What should I do!"

"Master Qin, wake up!"

Ming Ling repeatedly burned Qin Feng with his Styx Essence, and there was no other reaction except that Qin Feng's soul was branded one after another with pitch black finger marks.

Finally, Ming Ling sat helplessly on Qin Feng's arm, looking at Qin Feng's lost eyes, Ming Ling suddenly appeared in two groups of very terrifying auras in his entire hand.

Hades sacrificed two of his own souls.

At the same time, he was suffering tremendously. The seemingly small body trembled violently on Qin Feng's arm, and dark energy gradually leaked from his body.

The pale ghost itself was covered by the power of the ghost that oozes out of it, as if it had fallen into an ink basin.

Finally the violent pain disappeared, and the two wisps of spirits were held tightly in the palms of his hands.

Ming Ling's hands were trembling, and there were still dark tears pouring out in his eyes.

The sharp pain of tearing made Mingling's small face shrink together, looking very painful.

Two little hands stretched out towards Qin Feng slowly, and then the two spirits plunged into Qin Feng's eyes instantly like a loach.

"what!"

The immobile Qin Feng suddenly felt a pain that he couldn't bear, but the pain made him more and more awake, and then it became more obvious and more awake.

Repeatedly, Qin Feng tortured to death and alive.

On Penglai Fairy Island, the center of the palace.

The storm is getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time it has completely covered the entire palace, and the overflowing energy is constantly beating on the human race and the **** race.

"Hiss——" Ye Yidao took a cold breath, with one arm in front of him, and raised a tiny golden shield of divine power, but it didn't help.

"You should leave Penglai Fairy Island first!" Zhou Qi and Ji Kang looked at Qin Zihan and Yeyi and his group with solemn expressions: "You are all flesh and blood, I'm afraid you can't resist this terrifying storm."

Ye Yi, Qin Zihan and the others looked at each other, and didn't know how to decide for a while.

"But Master Qin can't move a step at this time, it's like being fixed on this fairy island; when the storm continues to spread, sooner or later it will swallow all of us. As long as the storm doesn't stop, even if we escape It won't help to reach the ends of the world..." Crazy Sabre was very calm at this time.

His strength is not outstanding, even Ye Yi Qin Zihan, the two peaks of the current Chinese races, cannot estimate the power of this storm.

All of them have only one concept of the storm in front of them, that is: Unstoppable!

Only Qin Feng could resist such a force, and Zhou Qi Ji Kang was also very at a loss.

Ye Yi looked around, lowered his head helplessly, and immediately saw the reduced magic weapon on his chest: Chaos Seal.

"Chaotic Seal...Chaotic Clock..."

Ye Yi muttered to himself: "Although this thing is an offensive magic weapon, it is incredibly solid...Is it..."

Thinking about it, Ye Yi suddenly sacrificed the Chaos Clock, and the shrunken Chaos Clock immediately appeared in Ye Yi's palm, spinning slowly in the palm of his palm like a fingertip top.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yi decisively threw the Chaos Clock towards the top of his head, and then struck the Chaos Clock with a seal.

"Buzz!"

After a dull sound, the size of the Chaos Clock skyrocketed, and then everyone fell into it.

"Quick! Help me instill supernatural power into the Chaos Clock!"

"Sit and wait, it's better to give it a try!"

Ye Yi made a seal with one hand, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, and suddenly poured into the top of the chaotic clock.

Seeing this, the rest of the people hurriedly urged their divine power, and golden lights rushed into the body of the Chaos Clock.

The entire chaotic clock body began to spin frantically, emitting a dazzling golden light, and then gradually whitening and becoming transparent.

Inside the Chaos Clock, you can still see everything from the outside world.

Through the chaotic clock body, the surrounding emerald green aura became more and more intense, and the terrifying power still began to penetrate the chaotic clock body and continued to diffuse around everyone.

"Damn it! Although it can block a lot, it will still be affected. How terrifying is this power!"

"What is the origin of this fairy island? If it is some power in the God Realm, why would it torture my clan like this?"

Ye Yi looked at the emerald green storm outside through the chaotic clock with a little helplessness, a look of despair gleamed in his eyes.

Xiong Ba also began to doubt at this time, and then said: "This fairy island was born in the Demon Realm, is there any Demon Clan more powerful than Chi You?"

"Impossible!" Yin Ling's clear voice retorted decisively: "My perception can't be wrong!"

"No matter how this energy is explained, it will never be reduced to a demon clan!"

"You don't want to insult the ancient immortal venerable!"