The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Zhuo Yanjia looked at the other three.

Yan Yi sighed: "Impossible, let alone the four of us can't do it, even among the monks at that time, there was probably very little that could do it."

Originally, the spar fields of the Eight Trigrams Array and the Spirit Gathering Array were criss-crossed, and the routes were very subtle and complicated. To send the spiritual energy in accurately without disturbing the night pearl, this difficulty was no less than walking a tightrope at a height of ten thousand feet.

Moreover, as the core of the spirit-gathering array, the spar is not as powerful as the night pearl, but it is also difficult to deal with.

Especially the part where the spar is wedged into the beam, if you want to wrap them against the spar, it will inevitably collide with the spar.

The aura moves the whole body with a single stroke, and it cannot touch the protective range of the Bagua Needle on the way, not even for a moment.

Such a strict screening is like covering the aura with magma. You have to worry about not fitting well, and you have to always worry about whether the magma will erupt in the next moment.

This kind of pressure, such subtlety, even the most proficient masters in the void realm may not be able to do it, let alone these young monks who are still only in the mortal realm.

Zhuo Yanjia said helplessly: "I'm sure I can't do it. The spiritual energy in me is enough to make me stand here. It's up to you!"

Feng Jing sneered: "It's so useless, I might as well let go and let you fall!"

Zhuo Yanjia hugged Feng Jing's arm tightly: "Even if I fall, I will pull you down with me!"

Seeing how eager she was, it was obvious that she not only wanted to pull Feng Jing down with her, but also pressed him under her body as a backrest.

Yunying didn't want to waste time, so she said, "No matter what, I have to try."

She originally wanted to tell herself to give it a try first, but then she thought that if she tried it now, it would undoubtedly be a free gift, so she changed her mind and said: "You might as well use other things to exercise your aura first, and then try to control the spar after you are proficient at controlling it." .”

Feng Jing thought for a while, the fan suddenly opened wide, and a cluster of faint black fire sprang up on the fan: "Do you want to use the ghost flame to exercise?"

He was joking, but Yun Ying felt that this training partner couldn't be better, the only shortcoming was that Feng Jing didn't get much exercise.

As the master of the Nether Ghost Flame, he can naturally cover the Nether Ghost Flame with aura without any effort.

"Go down first." Yunying said.

When the four of them landed, Yun Ying asked Feng Jing to divide the Nether Ghost Flame into three parts, and let herself, Yan Yi and Zhuo Yanjia exercise.

In fact, she didn't consider Zhuo Yanjia at first, but the little girl refused to lag behind and expressed that she would practice together.

Although no matter how she practices, it is unlikely that she will be the one who conquered the formation in the end, but this does not hinder her enthusiasm for practicing.

So Feng Jing also gave her a copy.

These three points of ghost flames are all under Feng Jing's control and will not harm the three of them, but the most basic burning power still exists. The training goal of the three is to evenly wrap the spiritual energy on the surface of the ghost flames, sticking them tightly As close as possible, the aura is as thin as possible.

This kind of exercise tool is very useful for the other three people, but it is boring for Fengjing, so Yunying mobilized the whole body of spiritual energy, and every spiritual source contributed a little power, even she dared not easily The bloody spiritual sources that came into contact with all sent out a bit of hostility.

Like this, like this, she finally condensed a piece of blood-colored ice edge that could slightly threaten Feng Jing.