The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1906 It's almost time
About a quarter of an hour later, she moved her fingertips slightly, and she drew out three strands of light gray breath from her dantian, and those three strands of breath wrapped around her fingertips, and she stuffed them directly into a bottle.

Letting out a long breath of foul air, the exhaustion between Leng Wuyou's brows could not be concealed, her face was also white, she swayed and almost did not fall to the ground.

Looking at the four porcelain vases in front of her, each porcelain vase contained three wisps of chaotic vitality, and there were twelve strands of chaotic vitality in total. The chaotic vitality she extracted was naturally purer and richer than that given by the Sea God.

Therefore, the time it supports is seven hours.

There are seven birthdays in one strand, and eighty-four hours in twelve strands.

In Jun Moyuan's situation, it was enough.

With a wave of Leng Wuyou's hand, she put away all these porcelain vases, raised her hand and pressed her temples, it took too much energy, she only felt that her eyelids felt heavy for a while, if it wasn't for the strength to support her, she might be At this point has been asleep.

He took a handful of elixir and stuffed it directly into his mouth, all of which were spirit-returning pills, which can quickly restore the spiritual power in the body.

Now the spiritual power in her body is almost exhausted, and after each refinement, the spiritual power in her body can't even function at all, unless she takes back the spirit pills, and this time the spirit pills have been consumed.

Feeling the gradual recovery of spiritual power, Leng Wuyou heaved a sigh of relief and meditated cross-legged for a while, allowing the spiritual power to swim through her body for a few laps. After feeling a little recovery of physical strength, she stood up and dispersed Time passes around me.

With a thought, when she appeared again, she had already appeared beside Jun Moyuan.

At this time, Jun Moyuan's brows were knit together, and blood-colored light and black light were intertwining and merging all over his body. It seemed that the most critical time had come.

Leng Wuyou chose a place to sit cross-legged, silently guarding the side, and at the same time recovering his spiritual power, and took some pills to strengthen his foundation and the platform that was about to collapse.

Time passed, and Leng Wuyou opened his eyes suddenly, the dark eyes were filled with icy sharpness.

Like two cold ice arrows, they shot straight at Jun Moyuan, and her body disappeared from the spot the moment she opened her eyes.

When she appeared again, she had already appeared in front of Jun Moyuan.

At this time, Jun Moyuan's eyes were closed tightly, and cold sweat rolled down from his forehead.

His face was pale, and the red and black auras around him were about to merge with each other, but suddenly another bloody light joined in.

It directly disrupted the balance between the two.

Looks like it's almost time.

Leng Wuyou's brows were solemn, and he raised his fingertips, pulled out a ray of chaotic vitality from a bottle, and directly injected it into Jun Moyuan's heart. With the injection of chaotic vitality, the original strong blood light gradually faded away. weakened.

As for Jun Moyuan's body, the originally disturbed aura gradually regained its balance at this moment, and finally two auras, one red and one black, merged together and slammed into Jun Moyuan's body.

Jun Moyuan's body shook and he couldn't help letting out a muffled groan. His face turned pale for a moment, and then turned red again, as if a powerful energy was suddenly injected into his body.

This energy drove a gust of wind around him.

The raging wind whipped his black hair, fluttering and flying.

There was a mark between his eyebrows.

The traces of the imprint are still a bit illusory, so I can't see exactly what it looks like.

"Click"

The sound of a broken chain suddenly resounded in the depths of Jun Moyuan's soul.

The Demon Venerable, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the altar, moved his hands and feet, and the chains that bound his body snapped.

He looked at the chains that had restricted him for nearly a hundred thousand years. There was no emotion between his brows. He just glanced at them lightly. Those chains turned into a green-black aura and returned to him.

(End of this chapter)