The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 224
There are faint lines on the black longbow, but there are only bows but no arrows.

Leng Wuyou looked solemn, looked at the transparent shadow bound by black chains in midair, and frowned, if the two of them fought here, I'm afraid that the fragile soul of this little girl would be affected, and This little girl's body might not be able to bear it, and she didn't know what was going on with her body. She was as weak as an old man, and her body's functions were terribly aging.

Her eyes moved to the black chain. She didn't notice it before, but now she noticed that there was a shallow black air around the chain, which was extremely corrosive.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Wuyou understood why this little girl's body functions were so rotten.

That layer of black air was probably used by Yan Wei to destroy the black chains, and the black chains were used to protect the little girl's soul, so she could not pull her soul from Tianshu acupoint to her dantian, and absorb her soul. At the cost of bodily functions, to prevent Yan Wei from devouring her soul.

But this method can only be regarded as a non-resolvable method. After all, after a long time, the functions of the little girl's body will be absorbed sooner or later. At that time, she will die physically. The soul will also collapse instantly, after all, less than one-tenth of her soul source is left, and it is still so weak.

In the outside world, Leng Wuyou's brows were twisted into a knot, don't look at her spending day after day in the little girl's dantian, in fact, those are just illusions, and she doesn't even have half an hour in the outside world.

With fingertips resting on the little girl's pulse gate, traces of spiritual power surged in. It might be very difficult to lure Yan Wei out, but the little girl's body couldn't bear even a little bit of tossing, it seemed that she could only Introducing her into her divine sea, she remembered that there was a strange art in cultivating the gods, which could directly transfer a person from one place to another. Well, what is it?

In the sea of ​​gods, one picture after another flew by quickly, "It's you!"

Illusion technique, step by step in the battle, use the spirit to arrange the illusion, and quietly lead people to your locked position.

In the little girl's body, the power of Leng Wuyou's soul enters her unopened dantian and merges with her consciousness. This fusion is not soul fusion. Soul fusion is the fusion of consciousness and soul source. I have her in me.

Yan Wei raised her hand, pointed the black longbow at Leng Wuyou, and pulled the bowstring, the power of the black soul gushed out from her fingertips, forming a very thin black energy arrow.

"I really don't want to hurt a trace of your soul source!" It's all energy!

Leng Wuyou's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't want to hurt her, so what are you doing aiming the arrow at me, he curled his lips inwardly, "If you want to hurt me, it depends on whether you have the strength."

She spread her palms, and a gray ding ding appeared in her palm, looking at the weapon in her hand, and looking at the opponent's, no matter how you look at it, it feels like it is not high-grade.

She was silent, comforting herself, the appearance of the weapon is not important, really, as long as it is easy to use and can hit people, it is enough.

"Hey, are you going to give me alchemy for free?" Yan Wei sneered, never letting go of the opportunity to laugh at her opponent.

"You're so ugly." You're so ugly, and you want her to make alchemy for her. What a face. It's free, and you won't even charge for it.

Yan Wei's breathing stagnates, and her complexion suddenly darkens. You must know that she hates people calling her ugly the most in her life.

She is the most beautiful race in the world, from the Moon Fox family. All of their races are extremely beautiful, but she is one of them. Maybe it's because she did a lot of bad things in her previous life, or maybe she offended the god of bad luck, When she was just born, a fragment of meteorite the size of a little fingertip fell from the sky, just hitting her face, denting a piece of her face.

(End of this chapter)