At this time, Ling Bingtian could no longer see the Ice God's gaze. He was absorbing the god-given soul ring with all his strength with his eyes closed.
Shrouded in the golden mist transformed from the god-given soul ring, Ling Bingtian only felt warm currents slowly flowing into his body along the mist at first.
At the same time, a series of ghost beast shadows appeared faintly in his mind, but most of these soul beast shadows had some characteristics of ice attribute soul beasts.
Ling Bingtian can understand, after all, his martial soul is an ice crystal phoenix, so the soul ring of an ice attribute soul beast is naturally the most suitable for him.
Ling Bingtian stayed in such a comfortable environment for a while, but soon, waves of pressure came from all corners of the golden mist cover.
Ling Bingtian opened his eyes slightly and saw that the white silk threads surrounding him were turning into yellow bit by bit. He also thought of the unique color differences in Douluo Continent. He had never guessed that this represented the soul. The year of the ring.
'It seems that the real critical moment is coming. '
Ling Bingtian secretly thought that since he had guessed this, his goal was naturally clear.
boil!
Stay up until that noble purple appears!
No longer thinking about it, Ling Bingtian devoted all his attention to resisting the pressure brought to him by the god-given soul ring.
At first, the pressure on Ling Bingtian only felt like someone putting their hands on him with a little force; but soon, the pressure slowly increased to the point where it was like someone hitting him with a small hammer; in the end , Ling Bingtian only felt as if he was in the deep sea, with majestic pressure coming from all directions, squeezing his body bit by bit.
At this time, all the muscles in Ling Bingtian's body were trembling to resist the pressure. Under the majestic pressure, traces of blood flowed clearly from the corners of Ling Bingtian's mouth.
If you could look through his body, you would find that the speed of the blood in his body has reached an extreme at this time, and even the blood vessels in his seven orifices are ready to move, as if they may burst at any time.
One can imagine the excruciating torture Ling Bingtian endured at this time.
But his efforts were not without rewards. From the outside world, at this time, the silk threads surrounding Ling Bingtian had all turned into the purest yellow, shining with extremely bright colors, and it seemed that they might turn into something more beautiful at any time. Noble purple.
The Ice God nodded. Judging from Ling Bingtian's current performance, it was already quite good.
Now, if these pure yellow silk threads were to be turned into soul rings, they would have to be more than nine hundred years old and close to a thousand years old at the very least.
Next, is the most critical moment for absorbing the god-given soul ring. Whether he can give his first soul ring a thousand-year soul ring depends on Ling Bingtian's will.
At this time, Ling Bingtian was almost reaching his limit.
Unlike when he had just absorbed the Frost Ice Dragon's torso bone, with the help of the Ice God's divine power, now he was absorbing this god-given soul ring entirely on his own.
With Ling Bingtian's current physical condition, it is not impossible for him to absorb a thousand-year soul ring.
It's just that he has never absorbed a soul ring. Even with the guidance of Ling Yongsheng and Ling An, he is still a little nervous when absorbing it now.
With this tension, the process of the soul ring breaking through to a thousand years becomes difficult.
Intense pressure came from all directions, and Ling Bingtian now only felt that every inch of his body was being hit by invisible heavy punches.
Ling Bingtian's spiritual sea was also under tremendous pressure at this time, and his consciousness, which had just recovered, began to become intermittent again.
"This... feels... really... 'cool'."
Ling Bingtian gritted his teeth and endured the extreme pain, thinking intermittently in his mind.
After a while, Ling Bingtian could clearly feel that the rich yellow light began to flow towards his martial soul, swarming in the direction of his martial soul like a sea of rivers.
Strong soul power fluctuations appeared on Ling Bingtian's body, and as an absorber, Ling Bingtian was especially able to feel the existence of soul power fluctuations.
The warm current that initially poured into his body became like hot lava flowing in his body at this time.
hot! Burning!
Ling Bingtian felt as if his body was about to explode, and the tearing sensation came from every part of his body to his mind.
In fact, he didn't feel wrong. If you look from the outside, you can see that a thin layer of light red mist appears in the outer circle of Ling Bingtian at this time, shrouding Ling Bingtian inside.
The light red in the mist is naturally not the red of a hundred thousand year soul ring, but Ling Bingtian's blood.
Following the violent fluctuations of soul power on his body, layers of fine blood beads overflowed from Ling Bingtian's skin.
Affected by the violent soul power fluctuations on Ling Bingtian's body, these blood beads evaporated into the air and turned into this thin layer of blood mist.
From the Ice God's point of view, Ling Bingtian's brows were furrowed and his facial features were almost twisted together.
The muscles all over his body were visibly twitching, and there were crackling sounds of bones in the blood mist. Coupled with the appearance of these blood mist, one can imagine the pain Ling Bingtian was enduring now.
Why are you doing it again? Change it quickly!
Ling Bingtian forced himself to endure such pain, shouting crazily in his heart.
However, the yellow thread never changed color, but the pain was still intensifying.
After experiencing heavy pressure, tearing and burning, Ling Bingtian once again felt a new kind of pain.
Cut with a knife!
Ling Bingtian felt that his whole body was being cut by invisible sharp blades, his internal organs were hurting everywhere, and the tyrannical energy was flowing around his body, tearing at every part of his body along his meridians, making He was in constant pain.
"I can't hold it anymore..." At this time, Ling Bingtian's mental sea and body had almost reached the limit, and this sentence echoed in his mind.
For a moment, the intense energy almost broke through Ling Bingtian's body, making him feel like he would explode and die.
At this moment, bursts of cold current suddenly came from Ling Bingtian's back, directly suppressing the pain in his body. Vaguely, Ling Bingtian seemed to hear a high-pitched roar.
That's the dragon's roar!
Feeling the cold current coming from behind, Ling Bingtian couldn't help but shudder as his whole body twitched.
But after shuddering, Ling Bingtian's thoughts gradually recovered.
Feeling the cold currents coming from behind, Ling Bingtian knew that this was the frost ice dragon's torso bones automatically protecting the master, helping him absorb the energy of this god-given soul ring.
'No wonder the Ice God told him to make bones first and then rings. He didn't expect that this torso bone could also help him absorb soul rings. '
Ling Bingtian was overjoyed and wasted no time. He began to use the remaining soul power in his body to guide the flow of cold current, slowing down the pain everywhere in his body and absorbing the energy brought by the god-given soul ring with all his strength.
