The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 406 Nutrition
But Jun Moyuan still remembered it in his heart.

When he went back this time, he also asked the members of the Thirty-Third Hall to pay attention to the matter of the Great War of the Ancients and the Evil Spirit.

Jun Moyuan picked up Leng Wuyou, waved his hand to the side, the air was torn apart, and a space corridor appeared in front of him, and he stepped straight into it as soon as he raised his leg.

Just when Jun Moyuan's figure entered the corridor of space, the torn apart space began to slowly close, and when the space was about to be completely closed, a black slender figure came from not far away at the fastest speed. Come here.

"Hey, wait for me." Xiao Hei spit out the snake's core, and rushed towards this side frantically, the snake's face was full of anxiety.

It had agreed with its master before that it would take care of its younger brother and help to monitor Jun Moyuan, but now it doesn't even keep up with anyone. Based on its understanding of its master's stubbornness, I'm afraid he will take care of him as soon as he finds out. Give it a big break.

Hurrying slowly, it finally arrived when the space was about to be completely closed, and then it directly got in through the small crack in that space.

In the space corridor, because Jun Moyuan was worried about Leng Wuyou's injury, even though he felt a small thing following behind him, he didn't pay attention to it.

In the wide underground palace, there is an ice pool, and there is an ice bed in the middle of the ice pool. Wisps of ice mist emanate from the ice pool and ice bed, lingering in the air, giving people a sense of wonder at a glance. An ethereal feeling like a fairyland.

The surrounding walls were inlaid with faint blue fluorites. Leng Wuyou was placed on the ice bed by Jun Moyuan.

The icy cold air covered Leng Wuyou's hair with a layer of hoarfrost.

Jun Moyuan casually untied Leng Wuyou's robe, and when he saw the black ink-like corrosion marks on Leng Wuyou's shoulders, the violence in his heart surged up uncontrollably, and his eyes instantly turned scarlet .

Anger made his temples jump up and down, and he clenched his hands into fists, and the stretched and bulging veins on them made people feel a little startled.

It seemed that the blood vessel would burst open in the next second.

Jun Moyuan gently pressed the palm of Leng Wuyou's corroded wound.

The blood-colored light was absorbed and condensed into a small vortex in his palm, and the black mist was sucked out by it like a vacuum cleaner.

After half a quarter of an hour passed, he moved his hand away, looked at the black mist in his palm, his brows were tightly knit together, why couldn't the Erli be sucked out?
The black mist he sucked out was nothing more than a trace of curse in that Eli.

His face became gloomy, and there was a bit of solemnity between his brows.

After thinking for a while, Jun Moyuan gently lifted Leng Wuyou up, and put her in a cross-legged posture. With a sway of his own figure, he sat down cross-legged behind Leng Wuyou.

One hand rested on the back of Leng Wuyou's heart, while the other hand was placed on Leng Wuyou's corroded wound. At the same time, he channeled the spiritual power in his body, and the bloody light between the two hands instantly burst out.

The two vortexes were spinning rapidly in his palm, the speed was getting faster and faster, and in the end all he could see was a small bloody dot.

A trace of black air thicker than before was sucked out.

Following Jun Moyuan's palm, it actually got into his body.

Jun Moyuan suddenly let out a muffled snort, his face turned pale for a moment, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead for a moment.

A blood-colored dark light flickered between his chest, and the light came out through the fabric.

The bloody totem under the dark purple clothes flickered at an extremely fast frequency.

The phantom of the black dagger was advancing toward his heart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Every time Jun Moyuan pushed forward, his face turned pale, and the blood on his body dropped once.

Especially the entry of the black mist is like adding nourishment to the phantom of the dagger.

Jun Moyuan clenched his teeth, blood and darkness constantly changing in his eyes.

He swallowed back the suppressed painful roar in his throat, and stared at the movements of his men with fiery eyes.

(End of this chapter)