The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Even when she mobilized the blood-colored spiritual source just now, Yunying was not so frightened and lost her composure.

But right now, she knew that she really had no power to fight back.

The aura that had been submerged in the dantian went into the sea, but did not receive any response.

When she fought against the mirage just now, half of her dantian was already occupied by the blood-colored spiritual source. It was indeed powerful, and it could explode with a power far beyond that of the Meridian Gathering Realm, but the consequences were as serious as Yun Ying expected.

Originally, she thought she could resist it, because even if she lost her strength, there was still...

what else?
And Fengjing!And Phoenix Divine Fire!
The blade rushed towards Yunying's palm again, piercing through her Laogong acupoint.Pin her right hand to the ground.

In an instant, surging and majestic blood-colored spiritual power poured into the meridians from the Laogong acupoint, bursting the meridians in an instant.

Unlike the previous shattering, the meridian at this time was directly blown into powder.

Yun Ying's little cultivation after a year of painstaking efforts turned into fly ash in this crazy series of explosions.

Frustration and despair, pain and tearing, made her almost unconscious.

But if she was in a coma at this time, she would really have nowhere to go.

"Aying! Aying!" Cui Zun's faint cry came from the dantian, and the anxiety in his tone reminded Yunying of the time when she was chased and killed by the Asura killer.

Even though she was a thousand times stronger than that time, there was still an existence a thousand times stronger than Asura Killer, who could easily destroy her.

It's so hard to live.

She looked at the palm of her right hand, the blade seemed to be alive, wriggling in the center of its palm, gradually sinking into it.

It looked as if it was looking for a scabbard for itself.

Yunying suddenly understood, this knife is so powerful, not only she can't control it, but most of the monks in this world can't control it.

Such a fierce soldier doesn't need any master, just a scabbard for him.

It may not be intuitive to say this, but in short, it's doing something that only monks can do.

It is taking home!

Yunying gritted her teeth tightly, wanting to squeeze out a little more spiritual energy from the unexploded meridian, send it into her dantian, and awaken the Phoenix Divine Fire.

But this can't be done at all, the meridian is an integral thing, now half of her three yang meridians have been exploded, and half of her whole body is almost dead, and she can't mobilize any spiritual energy at all.

What is even more frightening is that the evil and hostility that have not been expelled from the sea of ​​consciousness counterattacked again.

Up and down, the sea of ​​consciousness and meridians almost fell, and Yunying could only watch herself being swallowed. This is the most terrifying way of death in the world.

Yunying gritted her teeth tightly, and wanted to try again, but in the current situation, no matter how strong her will was, she could no longer help the building to collapse.

The life-threatening blade completely disappeared from her palm, penetrated into the body that had been blasted clean, and swam unimpededly towards the meridians.

The blade wants to drill into her dantian, Yunying is very familiar with this feeling, and the route of the strange breath is also the same when absorbing the magic body.

But the irony is that in the past, Yun Ying was in control of everything, but now he can only watch helplessly as the other party's power is broken.

Is it really over?

Strong unwillingness and resentment arise spontaneously.

Why do things like this always happen?
Why do you always fall short when things are getting better?
Feng Jing... Feng Jing...