Fortunately, these 'fly bugs' have not entered the body.

Ning Xiang's voice suddenly sounded: "It's a confession platform! Master has used this treasure for me before, which can isolate the yin of death."

"Then why isn't Master awake yet?"

Qian Xin looked worriedly. After that slight cough, Lu Feng returned to his original motionless posture.

Man Zhongli said without hesitation: "What the Confession Platform isolates is the Yin of Death, but that's not the case here. Master's face is so gloomy, it's obvious that he's fooled."

Wu Ying sensed it and spoke out: "Brother Lu's soul sea is extremely chaotic. He should still be trying his best to fight against the power of the malicious soul that has penetrated."

As he spoke, he looked at the ground on the other side of the black coffin and saw a lotus pedestal with the same specifications on it.

But on this lotus stand, the petals are not in the color of green ink, but are covered with a thick layer of gray.

"Could it be..."

Wu Ying was shocked and wondered: "Brother Lu, could it be that he has kept the resentful soul that is difficult to contend with in this lotus platform?"

At this moment, the empty lotus platform that was standing suddenly trembled, and then floated up out of thin air, drifting towards the landing wind.

"This is?"

Wu Ying's eyes widened in shock when she saw the lotus stand suddenly flipped upside down in mid-air and hung above Lu Feng's head, echoing the lotus seat beneath him.

The remaining soul power that was originally stored in the rosette above was also instilled into the rosette below, and gradually disappeared into Lu Feng's soul sea.

"It's over!"

Wu Ying had a sad expression on his face. Lu Feng's condition was already extremely bad. If he was to withstand so many soul power attacks, it would be impossible to survive.

The slight cough just now turned out to be a flashback.

His struggle with those resentful souls never ended. It was just divided into two parts, the front and back, through this strange lotus platform, and he could only resist the front half.

"Master, is he... practicing?"

Ning Xiang's words showed a different point of view.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention.

"Practice?" Wu Ying looked at Ning Xiang suspiciously: "Do you know something?"

Ning Xiang nodded and said: "Master mentioned this confession platform to me before, saying that in addition to resisting the death yin, it also has the effect of stabilizing the soul and improving the speed of soul cultivation and recovery."

Qian Xin frowned and said, "If you are practicing, why is Master's complexion getting worse and worse?"

Ning Xiang shook her head bitterly. She said it was cultivation, which was just an excuse for her not to think about the worst. Even if the confession platform could assist in cultivation, how could so much soul power be refined and absorbed in one breath?

, not to mention that there is still conscious resentment in these soul powers, which must be refined first before they can be absorbed.

"Look...master's eyes..."

Shao Yue pointed in horror.

Everyone looked around and saw that Lu Feng's eyes suddenly became cloudy and gray, and they couldn't see the whites of his eyes at all. The gurgling gray gas was like a flame, and there was no trace of it in his eyes.

Stop moving.
Chapter completed!