The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1890 Will merge?
The middle-aged man looked at the young man, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I will stand by and watch. If your body can't hold on, then don't try to be brave."

"it is good."

Luo Qing narrowed his eyes, and he picked up the jug of wine next to him without any hesitation. This was the sixth jar of wine the young man drank, so he wondered if he could hold on.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but looked at the drinking boy in front of him complicatedly, and remained silent for a long time.

If he didn't know the young man's age, he might mistakenly think that the young man is a person who has lived for a thousand years, and his cultivation level is higher than his.

Luo Qing drank evilly, and at the same time used her own power to help.

In the dantian, two forces collided.

Luo Qingxie's complexion changed, could it be that there will be changes.

As she drank more, the two forces in the dantian became more and more intense, vaguely implying that they were about to collide...

But then, Luo Qingxie seemed to have seen something unimaginable, and her eyes were extremely astonished.

Alien Fire and Thunderbolt merged! ?
Luo Qingxie was shocked.

At this time, in the dantian.

The two groups merged into one, and the opposite forces of the two collided, constantly entangled with faint blue flames, and continuously entangled with purple electricity.

The different fire dominates the flame.

Thunder and lightning dominate the sky.

But now they show signs of faint fusion.

Luo Qing's evil face did not change, but she was even more aggressive than before. Even the middle-aged man found it strange.

Until the boy drank all the sixth jar of wine.

Followed by.

The middle-aged man wanted to open his mouth, but Luo Qingxie directly picked up another jar of prison spirits, lifted the cover, and drank with his head up.

The movements are smooth and flowing, not sloppy.

The middle-aged man looked at the drinking boy strangely and touched his chin.

Although this kid was drinking before, he seemed to be in a hurry compared to now.

anxious?
What is he anxious about?
The middle-aged man snooped into the boy's body, and it was still the same as before. He still couldn't find out the boy's cultivation level...

This body seems to be... a lot stronger...

The middle-aged man's expression became more and more strange.

Altar after altar.

Luo Qingxie didn't stop.

As the spiritual energy of the prison spirit was quickly absorbed, the fluctuation of the half-blue and half-purple power struggle was much smaller.

It also made Luo Qingxie fully understand that they are indeed merging.

The fusion of strange fire and lightning...

Luo Qingxie paused slightly with her fingertips, and finished drinking the spirits from the eighth altar, but this time, she did not move.

She obviously hesitated.

If they are completely integrated...

Is it the Heavenly Flame or the Thunderbolt that has consciousness in the end...

To be honest, she would rather be selfish and be swallowed by the strange fire than be swallowed by the different fire.

Luo Qingxie rubbed the smooth edge of the wine jar with her fingertips. At that time, I don't know if she will regret it...

The middle-aged man looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said: "Boy, you are absent-minded, do you have something on your mind?"

Luo Qingxie paused for a moment, then shook her head slowly: "No, it's just that there are some things that I can't let go of."

"Can't let go..."

The middle-aged man looked at him: "Although I don't know what happened to you, but some things should be given up. Aren't you very bold, just don't let yourself regret it."

"Don't let yourself regret..."

Luo Qingxie raised her eyebrows slightly, she picked up the Ninth Altar Prison Spirits, and said, "I see, thank you fellow daoist for reminding me."

Although she didn't know why the two little guys would fuse, but since they could, she would do her own thing well and let it develop naturally.

Seeing the young man drinking the ninth jar of prison spirits, the middle-aged man did not bother him. He thought that maybe the young man could finish ten jars of wine in one day.

Even he had to admire this point.

(End of this chapter)