The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yun Ying took the opportunity to rush into the room, looked at the room furnishings, and looked for the root of the mirage's resentment.

Knowing that Fengjing has a different fire to restrain it, if he is in a hurry, maybe he can really release the ghostly ghost flame to burn it to death, but he didn't choose to escape like before, which shows that this is indeed the root of its resentment. The power can be brought out to the maximum level, but at the same time there are things it can't let go of.

Maybe it's a certain flower, maybe it's a certain object, in short, it's just like the eight trigrams pattern hidden in the previous cave. If you don't see it, you can't find it anyway, but you can be sure at a glance , some things are just so weird and weird.

Yun Ying glanced quickly through the furnishings in the room one by one, looking around anxiously, but still couldn't find anything special.

The battle between Fengjing and Mirage in the courtyard gradually heated up, one of them didn't want to run away, and the other didn't want the other to run away, so the fight became more and more intense naturally.

Mirage ghosts can turn everything in the courtyard into a weapon to encircle Feng Jing. The elegant purple tree that was shining with moonlight suddenly grows many hideous blood-colored vines, overwhelming Feng Jing; the bluestone slab on the ground also cracks suddenly , revealing the bottomless abyss.

Feng Jing immediately stepped on the gravel and jumped backwards. Whether he retreated to the railing or the rockery, the collapse followed. He simply stopped hiding, separated two strands of flames on the soles of his feet, and his arms were completely engulfed by the flames. , Stretched out his hand in the flames, grabbed the overwhelming vines with his bare hands, and slammed his body up, and the two-color flame burned out along the vines, burning the purple tree that covered most of the courtyard into two colors The tree of fire, the flames and the abyss rise and fall in an instant, and they are fighting against each other in this small courtyard.

The mirage screamed, thinking that this insect was really annoying, and broke into her forbidden area without authorization, destroying the purple tree she cherished so much.

The young master hates others wantonly touching this purple tree, how dare this bug!
The mirage screamed again, and the continuous and sharp sound waves continued to spread outward. All the displayed flowers and plants in the courtyard were turned into dust and smoke in this scream, and new displayed flowers and plants were born in the dust and smoke.

Every speck of smoke and dust turned into ferocious ghosts, scrambling to rush towards Feng Jing.

It was the first time in Fengjing's life that he fought so heartily and with full fighting spirit. Thinking of Yunying's every fight as if he was desperate, and a few hours ago, he almost melted his flesh and blood into the opponent who was fighting against the enemy. With three swords, Feng Jing felt her heart beating wildly.

That's the way it should be!
He is a big man, how could he not be as good as that girl Yun Ying who beat him to the core!

Stepping on the two-color flames, Feng Jing rushed straight into the layers of ghost shadows. The two fire whips were almost danced into two flaming flames of different colors. Wherever they passed, the stones cracked and the water dried up. The ghost image was even slightly stained with edges, and it was burned until there was no gray smoke left.

At the same time, Yunying was searching for the root of resentment in the house, but she didn't notice that two kinds of blazing flames, one red and one black, suddenly appeared on Feng Jing's body. The red one was Phoenix Divine Fire, but the black one was not Nether Ghost Flame, as Feng Jing's fighting spirit became more vigorous, the two flames gradually condensed into substance, faintly taking on the shape of a phoenix.

Yunying looked back and forth, and suddenly fixed on the desk by the window.