The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Feeling really anxious, Yunying stopped the usual euphemism and twists and turns, and said bluntly: "You don't have to use these vague words to pour dirty water on Senior Brother Sui. Senior Brother Sui has been with us for a few days. What kind of temper does he have? It’s clear. You, an uninvited guest, want to provoke relations, so it’s best to worry about your own life first!”

When he was speaking, a few wisps of swords were like lotus flowers, touching Xiao Miao's throat from several directions. As long as he made another false statement, the swords would immediately pierce his throat.

Sui Shan was still puzzled, what did Xiao Miao talk about him?

Feng Jing shook her head helplessly, and whispered to him: "What he said just now was clearly a hint that he was cooperating with you and deliberately leading us to temper the Qiongying fire, and then he took the opportunity to snatch it. It's just that he didn't plan well and was caught. Currently, it 'implicates' you."

Sui Shan suddenly realized, and hurriedly said: "I don't have it! I haven't met a few monks since I came in, and you two are the first two people I met."

"Naturally." Feng Jing nodded slightly, "Both Ah Ying and I trust senior brother."

Following the conversation between the two, Xiao Miao's face became more and more stiff. He felt that the temperature in his body was slowly disappearing with the blood, and he was about to fall here. He couldn't help but secretly groaned in his heart.

I thought that the wings formed by my shape-changing technique were so fast that they could fly out of sight before a few people reacted. Who would have thought that there would be such a freak here, who had condensed such a swift knife? Gang, as soon as he made a move, his wings were crippled, so that he would no longer be able to escape.

That's right, if you don't have such ability, how can you create a magical flame like Qiongyinghuo with your own hands.

Xiao Miao only felt that her scalp was numb, and she had walked into a dead end. She secretly regretted that she should not have offended such a killing god just because she was blindfolded by the treasure.

"Junior Sister, don't get me wrong, I have reasons..."

Before he fainted, he still wanted to fight for a chance for himself, but just after he said a few words, he felt the knife in his throat getting tighter and tighter, almost like a palm made of iron, tightly strangling his chest The neck made him speechless.

His face turned red, he hurriedly threw the jade box in his hand, returned Qiong Yinghuo, and begged for forgiveness from the two: "Dharma body! There is a problem with my Dharma body! Listen to me!"

Yunying loosened the sword a little bit, giving him a gap to breathe, let Fengjing quickly absorb Qiongyinghuo, lest any uninvited guests come out again.

Feng Jing agreed, and while guiding Qiong Yinghuo into the dantian, she listened to Xiao Miao whispering: "I am really helpless, if I don't find some ice-type spiritual objects to support my strange body, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive." It's next year!"

Yun Ying's face was indifferent, unmoved at all, but Feng Jing gasped: "You..."

Seeing the astonishment on Feng Jing's face, Yunying raised her interest in this person a little bit, concentrated the power of Xuanrong in her eyes, carefully looked at Xiao Miao's Dharma Body, and then let out a little surprise.

The body of Xuefeng?The body of the ice phoenix?Or both?
After a closer look, Yun Ying found that there were two kinds of dharma bodies in this person at the same time. Although the conflict was not as fierce as that of Feng Jing, it was indeed two similar but different ice-type dharma bodies.

Now, the two dharma bodies are also fighting in his body. Indeed, as he said, if there is no ice and snow spirit to reconcile, he will not survive this year.