C1062 Killing storm

The wind in his ears became violent, and he could hear the sharp howls and howls of ghosts. It was as if a cold knife had been blown on his bloody body.

Ling Yun seemed to not have noticed this at all, his eyes were slightly closed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as though he was dreaming of reuniting with his beauties and friends, but at the corner of his eyes, crystal clear tears quietly flowed down.

He was also human, a man of flesh and blood. The determination on his face was just a cover for the weakness, weakness, and sentimentality in his heart.

He was supposed to be crying and laughing, happy and sad, but he carried so much on his back that many emotions could not be expressed. Young adults were people's impressions and opinions of him.

Actually, only he knew how much he was envious of Qin Feng in his heart, and he was even a little bit jealous.

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that there was still the sound of the violent wind, but it was no longer as ear-piercing. The screeching of the vengeful spirit had already disappeared, and the sound of the wind seemed to be a little further away.

The wind that was blowing on his body like a cold blade seemed to have become gentle, as if his mother's hand had lightly brushed against him. The intense pain seemed to have weakened quite a bit.

Ling Yun was slightly taken aback but he did not open his eyes. He muttered in his heart: "Am I dead? Why didn't he feel any pain at all? Didn't they say that the arrival of death was terrifying?

Didn't they say that hell was a terrifying place? "Why does it feel like heaven …"

"Kid, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" A weak voice suddenly entered his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

"Who?" Ling Yun was startled by the sudden voice, and immediately jumped out, screaming in shock.

Just as he finished his sentence, he froze and stared at himself with widened eyes. He then touched his throat, his face, and his hands.

"I can move, I can speak, I'm not dead …" It was as if there was a ball of paste in Ling Yun's head, and the joy of being saved despite believing that he would die, was only disbelief.

"Cough, little fellow, don't you understand that you have to respect your senior?" The voice from before once again woke Ling Yun up, allowing him to come back to his senses.

Ling Yun rubbed his eyes in a daze, looking like a baby who had just woken up.

Tsk, this isn't where I was just lying. Who moved me here? Why does it feel so familiar …

He was sure that he was not dreaming, that this was not a dream, because he had pinched himself so hard.

Not everyone had the strange dream-like ability of Phantom Nightmare, which made the person being casted feel that the dream was no different from reality.

He suddenly realized, weren't the skeletons around him as thick as a door board? Wasn't he in the middle of a white skeleton?

As for that familiar feeling, it became clear when he saw the seven-colored light that was faintly circulating on the skeleton.

Only now did he feel the throbbing sensation from the sealed Phoenix bloodline.

Could it be that the Seven-color phoenix that had died for who knows how many years saved him? But, hadn't the Seven-color phoenix already fallen? All that was left was a set of greyish white bones.

A violent and violent screech sounded in his ears. It was extremely familiar, it was the wind of slaughter. However, why was it so violent?

Looking up, Ling Yun was immediately shocked, his face turned pale white. In the distance, blood colored tornadoes roamed about, the tornadoes stirred up the clouds, the sky rose, the ground was filled with flying sand and stones, red sand s filled the sky.

Within the tornado, there was a grayish-yellow wind lingering around. A dark black and transparent ghost was wandering about. Its eyes were empty and green. It was the flickering of ghost flames …