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

It looks like a gnocchi.

Luo Qingyin poked it again, and found that it still didn't react, just tirelessly absorbing the Xuan Qi, so he looked at it calmly to see how long it could suck in.

She had a vague hunch.

She had to wait for it to absorb her fill, and then she had the spare Xuan Qi to refine the meridians, flesh, and bones.

But how long it will take to suck up, she doesn't know.

Little by little, time passed.

At the end of the third decade, the caterpillar grows wings.

Hey?

Breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly?

Wrong...... Looks like a bird!

On the thirty-second day, the birds flapped their wings.

- Too fat to fly.

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Subsequently, the bird began to lose weight.

But there is still no mystery left for her.

The only thing she could see was that the birds were getting more and more slender and beautiful.

On the thirty-sixth day, the flame of Nirvana, which had been sleeping in the starry night, suddenly turned into a red streamer and shot straight at the birds.

In an instant, a breath so powerful that the soul trembled lit up from the dantian, and instantly condensed into a nine-colored phoenix real shadow in mid-air, spreading its wings in the fire of Nirvana, and the phoenix's head was raised high, making a phoenix roar into the sky!

If the phoenix is nirvana.

At the same time, the surging Xuan Qi that had been absorbed for more than thirty days surged in all directions in an explosive manner, rushing into her meridians, bones, and flesh with lightning speed, refining, reorganizing, and regenerating with the momentum of destroying and decaying.

However, in a short period of time, the martial king has been completed.

Until the aura around his body calmed down, Luo Qingyin was still a little unable to return to his senses.

She broke through the Martial King like this?

Isn't it true that the higher the cultivation, the more difficult it will be?

Moreover, every time she broke through before, she was so painful that she died, but this time it went incredibly well.

Is it because of the true blood of the Phoenix?

Thinking about this, she was a little worried.

This breakthrough was too hasty, and I didn't choose a good 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 piece of rolling sand.

It's all crushed by the Xuanjing that has absorbed all the Xuan Qi.

The high black wall next to it was carved with mysterious totems, and when I looked up, I felt a powerful coercion attacking.

What is this place?

What about Zi Yunchen?

She was about to get up when she heard a faint sound of a flute overhead.

If you listen closely, it's like a requiem.

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

Zi Yunchen was dressed in a purple dress embroidered with cloud patterns, sitting on the top of the ghost tower, holding a black flute in his slender jade-like hand, and the ethereal requiem continued to flow out.

His eyes drooped slightly, his facial features were deeper in the night, his hair was clear in the evening breeze, and the whole person looked lonely and distant.

Behind is the endless sky, the moon is noble, but the light can't penetrate the thick yin qi of the Yin City at night, and when you look up, countless Yin Spirits are fluttering towards the Yin City.

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

They are all here to declare war?

Thinking that the ghost clan was going to deal with Yin Yang City, Luo Qingyin's heart sank, but he was unexpectedly surprised to find that there was no anger on the bodies of these yin spirits, but they were unexpectedly peaceful.

After releasing the temptation of her divine sense, she even faintly sensed the excitement on their bodies that could not be concealed.

It doesn't seem to be quite the same as I imagined.

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

Hey?

Not a requiem.

It's a phoenix.

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Mao Dun Literature