The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Both Yun Ying and Feng Jing know that they have entered the faint eyes of the mirage. Although they seem to be far away from the mirage, in fact, as long as they can see the phantom of the mirage, it means that they have entered the mirage. in the phantom.

Yun Ying was about to ask Cui Zun if he knew about Mirage's weakness, when suddenly Feng Jing turned over and held the palm of his hand.

When I came back to my senses, there was already a red thread in my palm.

"Tie this thing to your wrist." Feng Jing was still not at ease when she said that, she did it herself, and tied the two pieces of the fiery red string to their wrists respectively, "This is Rainbow Flame Silk, together The power of the virtual world cannot be cut off, so if we fasten it like this, we won't be separated in the virtual world, and we don't have to be afraid of being replaced!"

Turning her head to look at the vast phantom, Feng Jing couldn't help but let out a long sigh. His own luck has never been very good, and this stinky girl's luck doesn't look very good either. Two unlucky people bump into each other, and their luck is natural. Even worse.

I hope that Yan Jia will not be like herself and be teleported to a safe place.

God has never let down Feng Jing's rare heart of caring for others. The place where Zhuo Yanjia and Yan Yi are now is indeed much safer than the Kelan Desert.

The place where the two were sent was also a dark corridor, which was very similar to the long passage when they entered the cave, but there was no phantom formation here.

It was not the first time that Yan Yi was sent out, and his injuries continued to hurt, and his body was in great pain, but even so, he did not forget to protect Zhuo Yanjia, who was only in the first level of Meridian Gathering, and transferred all the aura of protection to Zhuo Yanjia .

Zhuo Yanjia was well protected, so she didn't suffer too much damage, but she was also in pain, and she sat paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move around.

After the two finished talking with Feng Jing, they began to look around carefully.

One of them was seriously injured and the other was poor in cultivation. If they really fell into some kind of dragon's pool or tiger's den, they might have to peel off their skin to escape.

Fortunately, the surrounding area was quiet, and there was no aura of monsters. Looking at the deep and shallow reliefs on the walls and corridors on both sides, it seemed that it was also a tomb of a powerful man who had successfully cultivated. The place where the two of them are now should be a long road tomb passage.

It's just that the inside of the tomb is clean and refreshing, unlike those dilapidated tombs that are full of corpses.

So it is relatively safe.

Seeing this, Yan Yi was relieved, and took out a set of medium-grade talismans from the storage bag, nine thunder talismans, nine red flame talismans, and nine puppet general talismans, each of which was infused with half of his aura.

Zhuo Yanjia watched in puzzlement as he handed the aura infused talisman into his hand.

"I inject ten or ninety percent of spiritual energy into each piece of talisman paper. I only need a small wisp of spiritual energy to throw it out. My body is seriously injured and I must enter meditation to heal my injuries. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you temporarily. I don't know what the situation is like here. Arrange the defensive flags at will."

He spoke each word very slowly, but explained the matter clearly, echoing in this dark tunnel, there is a feeling of peace of mind.

"Don't worry, I won't be in samadhi for too long. Every half an hour, I will wake up and change the talisman for you."

Zhuo Yanjia originally wanted to say that there were a lot of magic weapons stuffed by the third brother in her storage bag, but when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't say it for some reason, so she just nodded slightly: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of cowardly person girl."