The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 1699 Feng Qiuhuang

Another ten days passed, and the caterpillar doubled in size.

Looks like a gnocchi.

Luo Qingyin poked it again, and found that it still didn't respond, but was just tirelessly absorbing profound energy, so she looked at it calmly to see how long it could absorb.

She had a faint premonition.

She had to wait until it was full before she would have spare profound energy to temper her meridians, flesh and bones.

But how long it would take to suck it up, she didn't know.

Time passed little by little.

At the end of the third ten days, the caterpillars have grown wings.

Huh?
Breaking out of a cocoon and turning into a butterfly?

No...it looks like a bird!
No.30 Two days later, the bird flapped its wings.

—too fat to fly.

Luo Qingyin: "..."

Subsequently, the bird began to lose weight.

But there was still no mystery left for her.

The only thing she could see was that the bird was getting taller and more beautiful.

No.30 Six days later, the fire of Nirvana, which had been sleeping in the starry night, suddenly turned into a stream of red light and shot straight at the bird.

In an instant, an aura so powerful that it made the soul tremble lit up from the dantian, and instantly condensed into a nine-colored phoenix real image in the midair, spreading its wings in the fire of nirvana, the phoenix head raised high, and let out a rush Xiao Fengming!
Like a phoenix nirvana.

At the same time, the surging profound energy that had been absorbed for more than 30 days surged in all directions in a bursting manner, rushing into her meridians, bones and flesh and blood with lightning speed, tempering, reorganizing, and rebirthing in a destructive manner. .

But in a short time, King Wu has become.

Until the breath around her calmed down, Luo Qingyin still couldn't recover.

Did she break through to Martial King like this?
Isn't the breakthrough more difficult the higher the cultivation level is?
Moreover, every time she broke through in the past, she was in agony, but this time it went smoothly unexpectedly.

Could it be because of Phoenix true blood?

Thinking of this, she was a little worried.

This time the breakthrough was too hasty, I didn't choose a place in advance, and I don't know if the people in Yin Yang City saw the movement.

Eagerly opening her eyes, she subconsciously looked for Zi Yunchen's figure, but all she saw was a stretch of undulating sand.

They were all shattered by the profound crystals that had absorbed all the profound energy.

The tall black wall next to it was engraved with mysterious totems, and when I looked up, I felt a powerful pressure coming.

What is this place?
What about Ziyun Chen?

She was about to get up when she heard the faint sound of a flute above her head.

Listen carefully, it's like a soul song.

Luo Qingyin's figure flashed, and she came out through the top. The next second, she saw Zi Yunchen sitting on the top of the ghost tower.

Zi Yunchen was wearing a purple dress embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, sitting on the top of the ghost tower, holding a black flute in his slender jade hand, and the ethereal sound of evocation kept flowing out.

His eyes drooped slightly, his facial features became deeper in the dark night, his hair fluttered in the evening wind, and he looked lonely and far away.

Behind is the endless sky, the moon is high, but the light can't penetrate the thick yin of the Yin City at night. Looking up, countless ghosts are floating towards the Yin City.

It is in all directions, as vast as the sea, and at a glance, it is creepy.

Are they all here to declare war?

Luo Qingyin's heart shuddered when she thought that the ghost clan was going to deal with Yinyang City, but she was surprised to find that these ghosts were not hostile, but unexpectedly peaceful.

After releasing the temptation with her spiritual sense, she even faintly noticed the unconcealable excitement on them.

It seems that it is not the same as imagined.

She turned her head to look at Zi Yunchen, Zi Yunchen didn't speak, but her eye feathers moved slightly, and the sound of the flute was a little low.

Huh?
Not The Conjuring.

It is Feng Qiuhuang.

Luo Qingyin: "..."

(End of this chapter)