The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 785 Desperate Scream
Yunying doesn't know yet, but Yinxue can faintly feel what the illusion should look like.

When Geng Jiu fought against the seven killers of the Xuanming Palace who were similar to him in cultivation, although he was not at a disadvantage, he still experienced a hard fight. A shocking knife.

Fortunately, it's only in the illusion. If it's outside the illusion, I'm afraid that the place that was seen by that knife will leave an eternal crack in time and space.

Yinxue touched her neck subconsciously, always feeling that this shocking knife, Yun Ying actually wanted to slash him.

Time and space are torn into powder, not to mention the killer of Xuanming Temple, who was swallowed by the bigger and bigger cracks before he could escape.

Yun Ying, who is so beautiful, is also not feeling well, half to help her father survive, and half to be angry with herself, she drained all the spiritual power in her father's dantian with one blow, and now she has to frantically absorb profound energy to escape the engulfment of the space-time rift.

"You are very powerful." Cui Zun's voice came from the dantian again, "But you should also worry about your own life. I don't have much wooden energy. If I keep using it for you, I will lose it sooner or later."

Yun Ying was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this illusion still follows the real timeline.

As long as she doesn't play off, then things will develop according to the track they used to have.

Thinking of this, she was slightly relieved.

At least after getting backtracking exercises, nothing serious will happen to my father.

She means, not dead.

It's no longer a big deal to be covered in blood to avoid pursuit or something.

After Geng Jiu made a contract with Cui Zun and left the snowfield, Geng Jiu traveled all over the world, no matter what method he used to bury his whereabouts, he couldn't escape the maggot-like pursuit of tarsus bones.

For example, in front of my eyes, the salty sea breeze blows my hair, and the waves rise and fall, and between the rise and fall, the blood stains stained on the beach are taken away.

Yunying looked tiredly at his father walking up and down on the beach, corroding every corpse with gray water, and corroding himself at the same time.

A total of twenty killers from the Xuanming Temple, each left deep and visible scars on Geng Jiu's body, and even blood holes running through the front and back.

But the people who fell here were they after all, not Geng Jiu.

From four people in the first battle on the snowy field to five, six, seven, eight, nine in the second battle... until now it has finally grown to twenty.

Every time you narrowly escaped death, every time you made great progress, it was not something to be happy about.

The master of Xuanming Palace is like a cat catching a mouse, adding only one person at a time, as if trying to drag him to death with a wheel fight.Although Geng Jiu managed to survive every time, as long as he slack off for a moment, what awaits him is forever.

Yunying took over her father's body time and time again, facing doubled pursuits time and time again, from panic at the beginning to gradually exhausted, and now, her heart is full of despair and anger.

She wanted to cry, to shout, and even more wanted to catch the master of Xuanming Palace who was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Why, why can he be high above the ground, turn the clouds and rain, and decide the life and death of many people, but his father can only be forced by him to go into exile and linger on.

Is it true that some people are born to be stepping stones and tools for others?Is it really a sin for someone to even have a will of their own?

It shouldn't be like this, the father is not guilty, it doesn't make sense.

Sitting on the altar, Yinxue sighed softly as she watched Yunying keep tearing with her eyes closed tightly.

(End of this chapter)