The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Feng Jing smiled wryly after hearing Suzaku's words.

"It's great that Ah Ying can arrange such a difficult formation. Originally, this kind of five-element killing formation is also labor-intensive. Now she is required to shorten the time. How can this be done!"

"Then you must be careful, I have a very strong uneasiness, I don't know if Yangbo has this feeling."

Yangbo does have it too, but what she Zhiyunying needs at this time is to have no distractions, just like Feng Jing, she dare not speak casually, for fear of distracting her mind and causing her success to fall short.

But they didn't know that Yun Ying herself could feel the warning signs in her heart.

But in addition to the warning signs, there are also some strange feelings.

I can't tell what's so strange about it, anyway, she just knows that this person is dangerous, but he has some kind of relationship with her.

This feeling made her move faster, and finally shortened the pattern that could take an hour to draw by half.

Naturally, the shortening did not come without a price. Most of her aura, which was originally abundant, had been drained right now.

Fortunately, the recording of the formation did not become unstable due to the shortened time, and it was still produced in a rigid manner.

After the last stroke of carving was completed, Yun Ying immediately held Feng Jing's arm with her backhand.

Feng Jing understood and led her out of Shui Kongming.

But as soon as he landed by the pool, Yun Ying felt another breath approaching, it was too late to leave at this moment, and he had to find a way to hide the sound immediately.

"Yinxue!"

She drank in her dantian, and Yinxue immediately opened her body, turning into a snow-like cloak that shone with silver light, and illuminated Yunying and Fengjing together.

In an instant, the figures of the two disappeared in place. Even if the cultivators of the Moltling Realm came here, they would not be able to see the traces of the two of them.

"I told you to use it like this, and my savings have been consumed a lot!"

Yinxue dutifully hid the two of them, but kept complaining in her mouth: "After going back, obediently retreat for three to fifty years! Help me make up for all the defects!"

But Yun Ying didn't have the heart to argue with him, because the figure that made her feel threatened was gradually approaching.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an extremely short person, like a child who has not yet grown up, but he was wearing a dark purple cloak, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

After he came, he went straight to the pool, and then jumped down without hesitation.

After a while, Yun Ying and Feng Jing heard terrified screams coming from Shui Kongming.

The voice was sharp, a woman's voice.

Feng Jing was very surprised, and Yunying was even more surprised, because she always felt that the voice was very familiar, and she must have heard it somewhere.

Just when the two were surprised, the little figure rushed out of the lake again, the dark purple cloak on his body was scratched and smeared with blood.

The man said bitterly: "It took so much effort, but the three-headed flood dragon also died, and the Kongqi knife was already taken by others! Could it be that that stinky girl is really my natural nemesis!"

Gritting her teeth, she took out a space teleportation stone from her bosom, crushed it and disappeared here.

Feng Jing wanted to untie the cloak, but was held down by Yunying. He didn't know why, but saw the girl who disappeared just now teleported back, looked around vigilantly, to make sure there was no one, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Wrong guess? Wasn't it arranged by one person?"

She thought, then crushed the teleportation stone and left. (end of this chapter)