Chapter 294： Descendants of the Phoenix (1/2)

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Chen Yue stood in a corner on the top of the tower, tightly protecting Xiao Lian behind her, her whole body flashed with four streams of nine colors, and the power of nature was higher than the weight. The rolling spirit burst out and no longer It was Jindan's fifty-four turns, but nine hundred and eighty-one turns.

Chen Yue is terror.

The Four Realms is a great success.

Jin Dan successfully completed eighty-one turns.

Looking at the entire Quartet, these strengths are absolutely few.

Of course.

Even so, Chen Yue was still suppressed in the corner and did not dare to move, because her Four Realms, Nine Streams, and the Power of Nature were crushed and crushed as soon as it was offered, and Jin Dan's eighty-first turn was also the same.

Even if she perfectly blends the four realms and the nine heavy circulations together to form a true guardian of nature, she still can't carry it.

The mighty nature is in the turbid brilliance of the sky, like a candle in the cold wind, and also a bubble in the sun. It may collapse and disappear at any time.

Her expression was horrified, and her eyes were full of fear. She could not think of it, and could not imagine how a spiritual person would be so horrified by a person who had only Xifu Xiuwei.

Yes.

Purple House.

She could clearly sense that this spiritual power contained the breath of Zifu, and even Jin Dan did not condense, it was a pure Zifu spiritual power.

Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual power has no power at all, because the essence and even the essence of Jin Dan's practitioners.

Not even Jindan.

How could spiritual power be so vast?

This is really vast.

The vastness is endless.

What makes Chen Yue even harder to understand is that the more turbid a person's spiritual power is, the less cohesive and explosive it is, as soft as a sponge.

And this person.

The psychic power must be turbid and turbid. It is turbid like a quagmire. It is such turbid psychic power, but it is as violent as volcanic magma.

What kind of spirit is this?

Chen Yue has never seen or heard of it.

Even more frightening.

There are countless lightning thunders in the boiling turbid spiritual power, very small lightning, small like the countless sparks, dense and dense, everywhere.

Chen Yue does not know why a person's spiritual power contains sparks and lightning.

She had never seen it and never heard of it.

What kind of sparks and lightnings she didn't know, she just felt terrified and terrible. The terrible crackling sound not only blurred the distortion of her natural power, but also her soul was afraid to tremble. With.

Cloudy spiritual power flooded the tower-top hall.

The sparks of the sky were violently thundering.

The man in white was laid behind one hand, holding the golden stone tightly, and holding a mysterious Buddhist fingerprint in one hand.

He stood, his clothes rustling, and his black hair dancing wildly.

On a handsome face, there was not much change in his expression, but it was no longer leisurely, but indifferent. Instead, he looked at the Buddhist fingerprints, shook his head slightly, and was helpless, chuckling: ”Hey, you are still a Buddhist, so obsessiveness is so heavy ...”

The voice fell.