The poisonous concubine

Chapter 489 The Furious Dancer
"Feng'er, don't be impulsive. A cold spirit is extremely difficult to form even in an extremely cold and extremely cloudy place. The cold air will be thousands of times the number of remnant spirits you swallow." Feng Duwu asked, Shui Jingyue immediately Knowing Feng Duwu's plan, Su Rong persuaded.

Hearing thousands of times, Feng Duwu was also shocked. At the beginning, she was a fierce spirit who was devoured by the realm of cultivating gods. At that time, she almost passed the barrier of life and death. She didn't think that good luck would always be with her, although she Now it is Yuanjun's cultivation base, but Yuanjun is not thousands of times stronger than the cultivation realm.Therefore, if she wants to suppress the Yin-cold spirit with pure Yin Qi, the possibility of being backlashed is as high as 90.00%.

"Could it be that we are helpless?" Feng Duwu looked at the dark cloud-like spirit outside, slowly twisting her body, like a spiral with very distinct gears.

"Mother, we can confuse it." Feng Duwu's words gave the little prince an idea.

"Why are you confused?" Feng Duwu looked at Shui Jingyue, then set his eyes on the little prince.

"Mother, you want to devour it. Once you release the pure yin energy, it will also want to devour you. Its intelligence is not yet developed, so it can only follow the mother's trail by instinct." The little prince said.

"You want your mother to risk herself." Shui Jingyue's eyes darkened slightly.

"I understand." Feng Duwu took a sip on his son's face, then turned to look at Shui Jingyue with a slightly dark complexion, smiled and kissed Shui Jingyue's face with his toes, facing Shui Jingyue blinked, "Just wait."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Duwu slowly opened her arms, and a silver-white spiritual essence appeared in her palm. As she pulled her arms apart, the silver spiritual essence permeated, and soon a figure flickered on Feng Duwu's body, with two hands and four fingers Swiping the Lingyuan, gathering and dispersing, the ten Feng Duwu just lined up at once, making Shui Jingyue stunned, and the eleven Feng Duwu stood in front of him alive, and they turned out to be exactly the same. Can't tell who is who.

"How is it?" Feng Duwu, who was standing in the middle, raised her chin triumphantly at Chongshui Jingyue.

"My Feng'er is amazing." Shui Jingyue said with a slight smile.

Feng Duwu slid her fingertips and waved out of the space: "Go!"

Countless avatars turned into a stream of light and flew out, flying in all directions, forming a situation that surrounded the spirit of Yin and cold. At this time, Feng Duwu released her pure Yin Qi privately, in order not to affect Shui Jingyue. With her son, Yun Qingge and Ye Lai, Feng Duwu leaped out, and she first flew to an afterimage, her pure yin energy was released, and the yin and cold spirit surged in like a huge wave in the sea At that time, it flashed into the space, and before the opposite afterimage, the pure yin energy was released again, causing the cold spirit to turn over eagerly and anxiously, and Feng Duwu quickly flashed into the space again.

When Feng Duwu leaped before the third afterimage, even though his intelligence was not yet developed, the cold spirit seemed to have learned to be smart. It was no longer twisting and rolling, but concentrated rapidly as a whole, and Feng Duwu suddenly felt his breath stagnate , With a thought, the circle surrounded by her afterimage expanded again.

The afterimage of Feng Duwu spread vigorously, but the residual spirit rapidly concentrated. When the two confronted each other, the afterimage of Feng Duwu was obviously at a disadvantage. Even with all his strength, he couldn't stop the cold spirit from condensing , Shui Jingyue saw this in the space, jumped out, turned into a golden dragon, tossed in the dark and cold spirit, countless golden lights scattered, like a flame, as if burning the cold spirit, it became It became extremely manic, turned into a gust of rapid wind, and swept up wildly.

Even though the yin and cold spirit became violent, Feng Duwu obviously felt a lot more relaxed. The silver-white primordial spirit was wrapped around her body, and it flew up in the darkness, like a sharp sword that seemed to break through the yin and cold spirit. , the silver Yuanling flickered like stars in the darkness.Complemented with the sprinkled golden light.

When Feng Duwu rushed to the highest point, she spun her body suddenly, and as soon as the silver light flashed by, she already had a long silver sword in her hand. She threw the long sword to resist the cold and remnant spirit that was pressing down. Pointing at the center of the eyebrows, I took out a drop of rich and bright red blood, looked at the drop of blood on the fingertips, the enchanting phoenix eyes were suddenly stained with a little blood, flicked the fingertips, the blood congealed in mid-air, the phoenix Duwu turned over, her dress fluttered at her fingertips, and took away the Yin Heng sword with her backhand. With a beautiful turn, the long sword slashed out, and the sword cut through the drop of blood, which was a drop of blood as small as a grain of rice. In mid-air, Feng Duwu's long-sleeved clothes, the silver-white spirit element hit the blood bead, the blood bead flew towards the ten remnant souls unstoppably, and sank into the remnant souls drop by drop.

"Mirror Moon, let's go!"

With a loud roar, Feng Duwu leaped into the space, and Shui Jingyue flew out with her heels, crossing over to the remnant soul of Feng Duwu's brow and painstaking efforts, the pure yin energy faintly dispersed, countless pure yin qi lingered, and the cold The spirit couldn't find its direction at all, and began to lose its footing.

Feng Duwu's space was tossed about by the frenzy of the Yin and Cold Spirit, and finally found a breakthrough, and quickly flew out of that breakthrough by driving the space.

Finally seeing the gray sky, Feng Duwu breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the cold spirit that had been disturbed by Feng Duwu and turned into a tornado twisting violently in place, because of its twisting, the air seemed to be stagnant generally.

Suddenly, Feng Duwu felt a pain in his heart, a trace of blood welled up in his throat, knowing that the cold spirit must have shattered her afterimage, so she, the original owner, also suffered some injuries, and there was no time to think about it, so quickly She restrained her mind and wanted to take back the avatar, but a dull pain came from her brain, and Feng Duwu opened a mouthful of blood and spurted out.

"Feng'er!" Shui Jingyue turned pale, and quickly stepped forward, "What's wrong with you?"

"It locked my clone." Feng Duwu held her throbbing heart and said softly, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's leave quickly."

"But you..."

"Jingyue, we have angered it, the most urgent thing is to leave." Feng Duwu interrupted Shui Jingyue, "It's just a clone of a kind of kung fu I practiced, and it doesn't hurt me much."

Without waiting for Shui Jingyue to say anything, Feng Duwu gave his son a wink, the little prince just hesitated for a moment, and under the heavy gaze of his mother, he helped his mother leap out of the space together.

What Feng Duwu said is not false, the figure that is differentiated by the thousand layers of magical skills will be halved and added to Feng Duwu's body, but Feng Duwu disperses all the figures that she can disperse, and they are broken one by one. The superposition is definitely not something ordinary people can bear, so when they reached the gate of Han Village, Feng Duwu released Shui Jingyue and others, his eyes darkened, and his body softened.

(End of this chapter)