The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Although Yan Yi's expression is very indifferent, Yunying also knows that his description is very embarrassing.

She walked towards Yan Yi quickly, stood still on the bricks of different colors, and then took out a detoxification pill and took it.

The wound on the palm gradually healed, and all the mottled bloodstains were wiped away with a cleansing technique, and Yun Ying was still calm and composed.

Only she knows whether the depths of her heart are as impeccable as the appearance that has been tidied up.

After about a quarter of an hour, her gaze refocused and she focused on Feng Jing.

Feng Jing was at the end, even Zhuo Yanjia, whose cultivation base was far inferior to hers, had gone farther than him at this time.

In fact, the corridor is not so dark, it is illuminated by a gleaming fire, illuminating the figures of the two brothers and sisters.

Although Zhuo Yanjia walked slowly, her steps were actually very firm, and she was always moving forward slowly but persistently.

Feng Jing was different, he didn't leave, he always stood at the first step.

Yun Ying sighed, she was actually not sure whether Feng Jing could walk through this long corridor.

She didn't know what this vile guy was thinking, nor how powerful his inner demons were. Maybe her understanding of him would ultimately depend on his performance in this corridor.

In fact, what Feng Jing saw was very simple.

He saw countless raging fires.

Phoenix Divine Fire, Nether Ghost Flame, Heavenly Star Southern Flame, Guiyuan Heavenly Fire, Dragon Pattern White Flame... many flames were hunting and burning around him, approaching him.

Feng Jing watched them gather around with a cold face.

In fact, the level of this phantom array is not high enough to restore the power of the flames, but Feng Jing has some expectations.

He wanted to see what kind of picture this phantom formation would show him in the end.

Like the wilderness in the north that I saw in the photo stone, these different fires formed a circle and surrounded him in the center, flickering from near to far, from big to small, as if dancing, but staring at him eagerly. he.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, they scrambled towards him, like vultures trying to cover the carcasses of monster-eating beasts.

Feng Jing admitted that he was really scared for a moment, but soon he regained his composure and let them overwhelm him.

To his disappointment, the flames didn't really engulf him, and the phantom created another illusion, exactly like him.

"The man who set up the formation is quite kind."

Feng Jing muttered in her heart.

If he himself was surrounded by these flames, the taste must be wonderful.

Feng Jing stared intently at this fake self surrounded by those fake flames, as if turning into a burning man.

Then on this burning man, all the flames began to eat each other.

Not surprisingly, the phoenix divine fire devoured all the strange fires, leaped and stretched, and turned into the image of a bird, as if it had turned into a real phoenix.But soon, a group of faint cold white flames separated from the phoenix divine fire, stretched likewise, and turned into a phoenix shape.

The two phoenix fires, one yin and one yang, gradually fell to the ground and re-formed into human form.

The flames faded, revealing two identical faces.

Feng Jing nodded slightly: "Yes, it's all the same."

However, does this phantom array dare to be more ruthless?
it dares.

Feng Jing saw it immediately, a scarlet feathered arrow that came from nowhere pierced through the Yinhuo, and the boy with his face disappeared like a cloud of smoke before he could react to the world in the future.