My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

Because there are five God Weeping Pills that can persist for two months, Jiang Yi is not in a hurry the next time. He cultivates Yuanli every night and wakes up in the morning to accompany Feng Ye Qingyu Jiang Xiaonu and others, and will practice painting later. However, he is no longer deliberately drawing heavenly paintings, but is instead scribbling freely, intending to increase his painting skills. In the afternoon, he will take a break for an hour, then wake up and continue to practice the elemental power, feel the Tao pattern or get involved in witchcraft.

The days were spent in plainness. Jiang Xiaonu rested for half a month and continued to retreat. She knew very well that the stronger she was, the more she could help Jiang Yi, and the pressure on Jiang Yi's shoulders would not be so heavy.

Qian Wanguan also closed the retreat, and he realized the final critical moment of the fragment of his soul. If he can fully realize it, his strength will reach the peak of King Kong. Although this strength is useless for Jiang Yi, but at least it can prolong life. And the retreat of everyone, boring and boring, he is idle and idle ...

Jiang Yiyuan's practice speed is too fast, but unfortunately Daowen's perception has not progressed at all, and the other three lower-order Daowen have no idea how to merge. The tens of thousands of witchcraft have made some progress again, and they can already be five hundred.

"Forget it, this witchcraft only needs to realize this realm. It doesn't make much sense to have more avatars."

Twenty days later, Jiang Yi decisively switched to burn the heavenly witchcraft. This witchcraft has been practiced to the extreme, and it can refine the nine-Yang Zhenyan that burned the peak of Tianjun. Jiang Yi has never stopped participating in this witchcraft in these years. Wu, unfortunately, progress is slow, and he can only make the ground fire now.

While practicing Yuanli, Jiang Yi was enlightened while enlightenment of the sorcery of the sky, but his life was full and comfortable. He forced himself to forget Su Ruoxue and his clothes fluttering. Because thinking of these two most important women in his life, his heart will hurt, his spirit will be disturbed, and there will be no way to cultivate, and the worse it will continue.

One month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the night of the full moon, and the **** wept came as promised, and the crowd gathered again. This time Qian Wanguan herring did not be foolish, and she took the God Weeping Dan, the Beast, and the Golden Eagle early. Also swallowed the God Weeping Dan for the first time. Jiang Xiaonu held the small fox Xiao Fei quietly sitting next to Jiang Yi, who sat in the hall wholeheartedly to deal with the attack of the crying soul.

No accident

Jiang Yi persisted for two hours, this time the main soul split into three soul swords again. His soul knew the soul swords in the sea reached forty-two. During that time, he released the divine mind to investigate the source of the strange sound, but still found nothing. It seems that this is really the cry of God, the attack of the soul formed by nature.

"Whew"

With all his heart, he resisted the soul attack for two hours. Jiang Yi was very tired. He rested for a little more than half an hour before opening his eyes. After seeing that everyone was in peace, he was relaxed a lot.

"Boss ..."

Suddenly, Qian Wanguan heard a voice over: "Can you go into the room?"

"Uh?"

Jiang Yi blinked his eyes dumbly, got up and let the crowd disperse, and followed Qian Wanguan into his room.

As soon as "Boss" entered Qian Wanguan, he opened the room forbidden, and whispered: "God Weeping Dan is too expensive, shouldn't you ... Jin Yu and the Beast?

"Which?"

Jiang Yi frowned, his face sinking, and shook his head: "Wan Guan, Jin Zhen and the Beast are both monsters and my spirit beasts, but if you want me to kill them, it is impossible."

"I didn't let you kill them"

Qian Wanguan rolled his eyes and explained: "I mean, return their freedom, and help them arrange heavenly ships and send them away from the sin island. After all, they have little meaning with us. They will not only drag us down, but may also affect them. . "

"Oh oh"

Jiang Yi's face looked a little better. Although Jin Mao and the Beast were his spirit beasts, they had been together for so long and had feelings. Especially the beast, although its strength is relatively low and pitiful at present, it is basically useless, but Jiang Yi never thought of abandoning it.

"Freedom to return, send away?"

Jiang Yi thought for a while, and said, "Let the beast continue to follow, Jin Xun. I'll ask it. If I want to leave, I will return its soul seal, and you can arrange a heavenly ship for it."

"Well, I'll go and ask Jin Yan to come in."

Qian Wanguan nodded helplessly. In fact, he already knew this ending. Jiang Yi is the most morale-speaking. He may be cold-hearted and ruthless toward his enemies, but he can take his heart and lungs out of himself.

"Golden Badger"

Qian Wanguan went out and called Jin Yan in, Jiang Yi said bluntly: "I give you two choices. The first one is to stay with me. If I have a chance in the future, I will never treat you badly. The second I will return you. Free, arrange for the heavenly ship to send you out of the sin island. "

Jin Yi was surprised for a long time, but Jiang Yi returned it free so early. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "My son, I will continue to follow you. In this god-given city, my practice speed can increase a lot . "

"Well then you can stay outside."

Jiang Yi patted Jin Mao's shoulder and transmitted it. Qian Wanguan's eyebrows frowned in pain. Jiang Yi grinned and said, "Wan Guan, don't worry, my painting skills have become more recent, and I can practice for a few days. I paint A few high-level sky paintings for you, you can sell them for sale. "

"Ok"

Qian Wanguan nodded, and went out to discuss the details of selling paintings with Feng Yan, Jiang Yi went to another room, just said painting, he was interested, ready to start today, see if you can paint a few good Draw it out.

Herring wanted to come in and grind, and Jiang Yi waved her hand to signal her not to approach. If it was a mechanical painting like the last time, the quality of the painting was not high enough. If you want to draw a good painting, you need to be emotional.

This is actually no different from singing and playing the piano. If you play and sing mechanically, no matter how good your skills are, you can only sing the best tunes, but if you can devote your emotions to them, you can sing the tunes. If you live, it's a little worse in terms of skills, and it's also a sound of nature.

He held the pen with one hand, and did not do it, but closed his eyes. He did not enter into the state of unity between heaven and man, but stood quietly, but a picture appeared in his mind.

"My dear ..."

A beautiful and kind face first appeared in his mind, remembering the words in the phantom left by Yi Piao Piao using Great Shentong: "My child, my name is Yi Piao Piao, your incompetent mother Dear ... if my child can't see each other again in this life, please don't be sad, this is the fate given to us by my **** ... Dear mother will always love you, miss you, miss you ... "

The words of love echoed endlessly, and Jiang Yi's face also showed a deep thought. At this moment, his bright red force in his hand finally began to write. UU reading books www.uukanshu. com

There is a **** in the pen, the pen goes into a wild snake, embellishments, a few strokes, and a peerless appearance on white paper. The young woman does not give people a stunning feeling, and it will not cause people, but as long as anyone A glance at this picture will touch the soul, especially the slight smile on the corner of the mouth of the young woman, it seems to be able to heal the trauma in anyone's heart.

"Tick, tick"

Feng Ye and Herring came behind him at an unknown time. The two did not make any sounds. They were also covering their mouths at this moment, but their bodies were shaking slightly.

Both eyes were crystal clear, and tears dripped like a stream, dripping on the ground and making a slight noise. Seeing this picture, the two thought of their own mother inexplicably, and the family far away from Fengming mainland. It seems that this painting has an inexplicable magic, which can evoke the endless memories of the two ...