The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Yunying no longer had the strength to speak, so she could only shout Feng Jing's name in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if she could make Feng Jing, who couldn't see her at the moment, hear her as long as she shouted loudly.

Really dying!
The fear of extinction made her breathless, besides shouting Feng Jing's name, she just kept thinking about the word "death".

Feng Jing was manipulating the raging sea of ​​flames to burn ghost energy, her heart was irritable and anxious.

The ghosts disappeared without a trace just now, and Feng Jing knew that Yunying had really captured the mirage, but even though the ghosts disappeared, the ghostly aura still condensed and lingered, turning into darkness to envelop him stand up.

This made him bewildered, not knowing what Yunying was doing now.

Agitated, he no longer restrained himself, and threw out the Nether Ghost Flame to burn the ghost energy.

Ghost Flame's efficiency is astonishing, but it only swallowed up a bit of ghost energy in the blink of an eye. At this speed, it will be able to swallow up the illusion in a quarter of an hour.

But Feng Jing was still anxious, the risk of letting go of the ghost flames to devour him already made him anxious, and Yunying's life or death not knowing made him even more irritable.

With his right hand deep inside, he quickly twirled the hand formula, and just as the water mirror was about to take shape, he suddenly felt Yunying's spiritual consciousness.

"Dead...fire...dead...Feng Jing."

"Yunying?"

Feng Jing didn't have time to think about it, so she concentrated her spiritual knowledge and communicated with the ray of phoenix divine fire that she had left in Yunying's body, and then understood Yunying's dire situation at this time.

"fire Fire……"

There are only these few words in Yunying's delirious consciousness.

Feng Jing immediately mobilized the Phoenix Divine Fire to expand outwards, like a piece of dantian protecting Yun Ying.

As soon as he opened the fire net, he saw the blade that tortured Yunying to death.

The blade is like a meteor shining with cold light, trying to break through Yunying's dantian and end her life completely.

But facing the blazing Phoenix Divine Fire, it had to slow down, and finally stopped in front of the Divine Fire.

But the blade stopped, and the crisis in the sea of ​​consciousness was still unresolved.

Feeling Yunying's miserable appearance, Feng Jing couldn't help being furious, and couldn't restrain the suppressing power on her body anymore, a black flame that was deeper than the Nether Ghost Flame soared into the sky, sweeping away the ghost energy in an instant.

The illusion gradually disappeared, revealing the desolate desert night.

It was still the same wind and sand as last night, and the same night sky as last night, but Feng Jing couldn't be as leisurely as last night.

He saw Yunying lying on the yellow sand not far in front of him, he hurriedly stepped forward to hug her, brushed away her long messy hair, revealing her pale cheeks.

Yun Ying frowned, her pale lips were bitten bloody, her face was covered with tears and sweat, her hair was sticky like seaweed, sticking to her temples in a mess, her appearance was extremely embarrassing.

Feng Jing's heart was shocked, no matter what kind of pain or grievance, she had never cried before, but now she is so fragile.

In an instant, Feng Jing truly realized that the person in his arms was just a body of flesh and blood, and was also undergoing the same life and death test as him.

At the same time, there is also a strange feeling that cannot be explained clearly.

But now there is no time to think clearly about these messy things, Yunying knows that the crisis in the sea is very urgent, if she can't clear it up in time, she will still die.

But Shenhuo still had to protect Yunying's dantian, so he couldn't withdraw it immediately.Moreover, the power of the divine fire is too fierce, and it goes straight into the sea of ​​consciousness. For the dying Yunying, it is like adding insult to injury.