The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Of course, such a arduous task is obviously impossible to succeed in one go, and being teleported is almost an inevitable outcome.

And she really didn't want to let Yan Yi be teleported out so soon, she knew that the damage caused by space teleportation was difficult to cure, and those vague injuries on Yan Yi's body were caused by being teleported out last time.

Those injuries are not fully healed yet, if Yan Yi touches the gossip array again, the injury will be added to the injury, even if it cannot be seen temporarily, it will become a disaster in the long run.

At the same time, Yunying still has a certain amount of confidence in herself. She believes that her grasp of aura is the most subtle among the four, and even if she doesn't succeed once, she is still the most likely to succeed among the four.

Seeing her being so proactive, Feng Jing raised her eyebrows slightly, always feeling that she was playing some small calculation in her heart.

"Don't worry." He said slowly, "We have to prepare everything before we talk."

He took out a small silver pebble, and regardless of Zhuo Yanjia's objection, he forced it into her palm: "With the Teleportation Stone in my hand, I won't be afraid of losing contact even if I spread it to the ends of the earth, you can hold it firmly for me!"

Zhuo Yanjia curled her lips, and clasped the Imagery Stone tightly in her palm.

"I also ask Brother Yan to take care of my younger sister. In case of any accident, I can protect this little idiot in time, and don't let her die in vain." Feng Jing rarely called out honor to Yan Yi, and Yan Yi agreed lightly, Only Zhuo Yanjia stamped her feet to resist the slanderous title that was placed on her head.

"You are the fool! Your whole family—" Realizing that it was the wish of Feng Jing's family, Zhuo Yanjia hurriedly shut up, not daring to say anything more.

Feng Jing ignored Zhuo Yanjia's shout, and held Yun Ying's hand tightly.

Yun Ying looked over in puzzlement.

Feng Jing patted her storage bag: "In case you are teleported to some poor mountain, with my magic weapon in this bag, the chances of coming back alive may be higher."

Yunying saw that he was trying to pretend he didn't care, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing at her face, so she knew that he was still worried about herself.

This duplicity is really cute.

Yunying was amused in her heart, acquiescing to Feng Jing to hold her hand, and the two flew up the beam again, looking at the night pearl from a short distance away.

It is still the same as just gathering the spiritual energy at the fingertips, pulling it into an extremely thin layer under the control of the spiritual consciousness, carefully bypassing the field of the Bagua array, like water seeping into the cracks of the stone, squeezing it into the groove extremely smoothly and exquisitely among.

Yunying has always maintained a high level of vigilance, half guessing and half sensing some power fluctuations, she followed the direction detected by her spiritual knowledge, carefully but firmly pushed forward her spiritual energy, testing the boundaries of the field of the Eight Diagrams Formation.

As they expected, this boundary does exist, and there is a clear flow of power between it and the crystals of the Spirit Gathering Array.

Yun Ying's aura was inserted into this boundary very precisely, and continued to advance close to the gap, and finally successfully stuck to the surface of the spar, without touching that uneasy night pearl.

Yunying was overjoyed, but she didn't dare to have the slightest mood swing, for fear that if she got excited, her spiritual energy would become disordered, resulting in a failure of success.

She gritted her teeth to develop the aura, which was still moving forward and spreading along the surface of the spar very smoothly,

Soon, Yun Ying felt waves of repulsion coming from the spar, her heart sank, and her fingers that controlled the aura trembled slightly.