The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 219 219. Eternal Bright Hairpin
The black feather is suspended in mid-air, and any force around it can lift it up.

It didn't even feel that it was emitting power to hang in the air.

It seems that it should be above the sky and not polluted by the world.

This is very weird, Pei Xihe realized this, but didn't have time to think about it.

The golden flame in her body was rioting.

Now it is finally clear what it wants to do.

Want to get out of her body.

damn thing.

Anger rose in her heart.

In the past, she avoided it, and it wanted to rush into her body, threatening her life.

Now entangled with her origin, no matter how difficult it is to get involved, if it is forcibly deprived, the moment of separation.

Without the direct confrontation of the phoenix blood in her body, this terrifying flame temperature would have dealt her a fatal blow.

Even if he managed to survive, his foundation would be greatly damaged.

Why it!
The silver-purple mandala in Niwan Palace suddenly emitted an astonishing glow.

Countless silver-purple regular chains flew out, firmly locking the rioting golden flames.

And the platinum page in the dantian, Tianguang Wuji, also exuded terrifying coercion, and went towards the rioting golden flame.

During these several confrontations, Jin Yan was finally suppressed back.

It expended a lot of strength on its own, and left Pei Xihe with a damaged body.

She hated it from the bottom of her heart.

She no longer felt that she was extraordinarily lucky when she entered the secret realm.

Over the past few days, her injuries have not healed completely.

Pei Xihe wiped away the overflowing blood from the corner of her lips, and felt a dry and hot air in her body.

She was depressed for a while.

It was the black feather in the sky that caused Jin Yan to behave like this.

Then she wanted to see what it was?

This black feather must have a huge relationship with Jin Yan.

Even if Zhao Hanfeng made the move himself, he never knew the source of his heel.

If he could rely on this black feather to find out, he might be able to solve this serious problem earlier.

She flew out and flapped her phoenix wings to the center of the hall.

He stretched out his hands to catch the black feather.

Just like ordinary feathers.

There is not even any abnormality when starting.

Lying quietly in her hands.

But she understands that treasures are self-obscuring, and something that can move golden flames, how can it be ordinary?
Many spiritual creatures in the world have self-obscuring methods.

Hei Yu started, and Jin Yan, who was churning repeatedly in his body, became much quieter.

It seems that it can comfort itself by being close to this black feather.

She was even more certain of the inextricable connection between the two.

Pei Xihe's spiritual power wrapped around Heiyu, and she had a premonition that there was no warning.

She believes in her six senses so much, which has helped her escape many dangers time and time again.

A person who is born with psychic abilities may not be of any help to his aptitude, but at certain critical moments, his role is no less than that of a pure spiritual root or a powerful blood.

Sending the black feather into her body, she was still cautious and defensive, but Jin Yan completely fell silent.

She was flying in the air, her eyes were deep in thought.

Pei Xihe looked up.

The top is exposed and there is no roof.

The raised head lowered again.

And the center of her eyebrows fluctuated with a purple aura of thought power, sweeping away inch by inch.

With her thoughts back, she looked up again.

Like a normal space, with no end in sight.

I'm afraid this is the only place I can go.

She is about to drive the phoenix wings to fly into the sky.

But suddenly there was movement from the door.

Not good!

Pei Xihe's heart beat so fast that her face turned red and she felt a little anxious and nervous.

The red and blue wings of her wings brightened, and she immediately jumped towards the top of her head.

Two figures rushed in in an instant.

Turned into a streamer and chased after Pei Xihe.

Now that Phoenix Wing's speed has condensed the two auspicious lights of red and green, driven by its own foundation-building spiritual power, it is enough to get rid of the mid-stage Golden Core.

But in the eyes of the later stage, especially in the eyes of these two monks who are close to the perfection of golden core.

not enough.

They were like thunder and lightning, chasing after Pei Xihe's figure.

In just a few breaths, the distance has been shortened by more than half.

Li Changqing stood in the hall with a smile in his eyes.

After all, he tore up three five-rank Mysterious Talismans of Swift Movement, chased all the way here, and made the best use of time.

Finally caught up.

There is a wanton smile in his eyes, Pei Xihe, it's useless to waste your scheming and cunning, you are born psychic, even in the face of absolute strength, you can't escape!

Pei Xihe felt the two figures approaching rapidly.

And above the sky, there are dazzling white lights beside him.

It's like an upward tunnel with no end.

The anxiety in her heart spread, but it didn't cover her reason.

The palm used spiritual power to tear open the bloodstains, and the blood essence turned into blood mist to wrap the wings, and the speed increased immediately, barely equal to the two Jindan late stage.

But her blood essence is not endless, use a little less.

The blood essence of a monk is extremely important, it is the essence of his body's vitality.

Her complexion turned pale, and she felt a little drowsy. She stimulated her brain with thought power and remained absolutely awake.

The two monks behind watched him chasing a foundation-establishing female nun with the Golden Core Realm, but they still hadn't succeeded.

Even knowing that she was not easy, she felt somewhat frustrated and annoyed.

Countless streaks of tyrannical spiritual power were practiced vertically and horizontally, striking towards Pei Xihe's flying figure.

Pei Xihe flapped her flying wings and turned around from side to side, barely avoiding every attack that could hit her seriously.

She was ruthless.

Dao heart in Niwan Palace moved.

Countless auras were drawn in.

She holds an ever-bright hairpin in her hand, and the tip of the hairpin blooms with intense spiritual light.

The fire aura in this palace was so full that it almost overflowed into a liquid state.

In such an environment, Pei Xihe's aura attracted by Dao Xin was the most in many times!

The pink beam of light suddenly attacked down, and there were many peach petals lingering on the surface of the beam of light, which was vivid, real, and fragrant.

The black-clothed friar dodged in time, while the gray-clothed friar spent too much thought power collecting the breath of space. At this moment, his mind was dizzy and his strength was weak, so he didn't react in time.

Immediately, except for the head, the left half of the body was struck by the pink beam of light.

"what!"

Even the monks in the later stage of Golden Core roared out from the torment caused by this power.

Delicate pink with soft petals.

It exudes a power that dissolves everything.

At this moment, half of his body submerged in the beam of light was quickly melted away.

The flesh and blood turned into a glow and dispersed.

This is the power of the magic weapon, even if Pei Xihe can only barely activate one-tenth of its power.

But half of his body was quickly drained of vitality.

This cultivator does not have the monster blood body of the Red Scorpion King.

He wanted to escape, but the beam of light was tightly restrained, and soon, the flesh and blood dissipated, leaving only bones.

The life level of Jindan monks has already completed the leap under the thunder of three or nine days.

Flesh and blood are precious medicines, and bones are like white jade crystals.

At this moment, the skeleton is also disappearing rapidly.

Determination flashed in the monk's eyes, and he used his right hand as a blade to cut off the remaining left side, and extinguished the influence of the beam of light on the other right side of the body.

The golden core cultivator's vitality was terrifying to a certain extent, even if half of his body was cut off, he was still alive.

It's just that the breath plummeted, and Yuanyuan was severely bruised.

A Jindan monk can live for 800 years, and now he can live for 500 years.

"Bitch!"

It was his piercing scream.

　Soft-hearted God, bless me for the plenary meeting of the exam this afternoon, right?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)