Chapter 227 Xiao Jing at this time is no longer entangled in the chase of the insect cloud, and just wants to sleep comfortably, even if the sky falls, what's the matter?

"Bai Lingyan" has grown a lot in Zhang Wen's hands, whether it was when he rescued his mother or when he was exploring the secret of the Emperor City, he has evolved a lot, which can be said to be different from the past.

Bai Lingyan formed a wall of fire to block the entire insect cloud, the golden flames lit the surroundings suddenly warmed up, the invincible demon insects actually stopped, and several frightened monks saw the intercepted insect cloud, and immediately let go of their throats and began to gasp for breath, for fear that the next breath would change again.

The reason why Xiao Jing closed his eyes with peace of mind was because he felt Zhang Wen's breath, whether it was in a dream or in the underworld, as long as he felt Zhang Wen, he was very down-to-earth.

After a few breaths, Xiao Jing reluctantly opened her eyes, although she wanted to sleep like this, but thinking of those hateful demon insects was always unsteady, looking at the familiar face in front of her, Xiao Jing found it hard to believe that this was the truth.

"Is it really you?"

"Hehehe, silly girl, who would dare to hug you so unscrupulously if it wasn't me, would anyone dare to find death?"

"Where 616161616161 those abominable bugs?"

Knowing that it was really her own reliance, Xiao Jing began to think of those terrifying insects again.

"Don't talk yet, the Lark Flame is about to dissipate, I have to find a way to kill these demon insects, and I'll talk to you later!"

In just a few breaths, the Lark Flame became crumbling, the color was obviously lighter, the heat was also rapidly weakening, and there were bursts of wails from time to time, if it was not withdrawn in time, the next step would be to turn into nothingness.

This is the reliance of his own alchemy, and it is also Xiao He's heart for himself, although the appearance of his fire phoenix here will definitely attract criticism, but whether the relationship survives or not, can no longer be estimated so much.

Zhang Wen shook lightly with one hand, and Bai Lingyan suddenly turned into a pebble-sized fire and flew into his sleeve, and thousands of flying insects swarmed like a flood that had vented his mouth.

Zhang Wen hugged Xiao Jing and began to retreat, wanting to pull away from a distance before releasing the fire phoenix, I believe that the fire phoenix will definitely have a glimpse of the turmoil.

When the surrounding monks saw that the terrible flying insects had escaped again, they were immediately frightened, and they used their last strength to fly into the distance!

"Hmm, what a young body, hahahahaha 616161616161 isn't this exactly the body I need, not bad, less than double ten Jindan, um! ”

Before Zhang Wen summoned the fire phoenix, he suddenly heard this vicissitudes of life, and thought that someone had come to help! Looking around, there was no one anywhere.

Just when Zhang Wen was different, these flying insects in front of him miraculously disappeared, which shocked Zhang Wen, and at the same time, his brain began to think quickly, what is the reason? Could it be that someone is accusing him?

At this time, a small golden tower appeared in front of him, Xiao Jing recognized it at a glance, this small golden tower was the treasure that the two fallen monks fought for before their deaths, and it was this murder weapon that led to this tragic scene.

Zhang Wen knew that the small tower was strange, and it was impossible to suspend it here for no reason, there must be someone controlling it, and those flying insects, nine times out of ten, they were in this small tower.

At this time, an illusory figure slowly appeared from the tower of the small tower, and because it was too ethereal, it was impossible to see the appearance of this figure.

Originally, the deity wanted to catch a few monks for a tooth sacrifice, or play hide and seek, but I didn't expect to meet a genius today, well, yes, even if you are blessed, give this skin to the deity, in the future, the deity will definitely achieve the Great Dao again, and this skin will also follow the income, you are not in vain, as for your soul? The deity has the virtue of a good life, so I will send you back to reincarnation!"

As soon as Zhang Wen heard it, it turned out that the divine soul in front of him took a fancy to his body, and wanted to give it up and let his divine soul be reincarnated.

With the spirit treasure in hand, Zhang Wen did not slow down, in the face of such an unknown thing, he still made the first move, and wanted my life? Hmph! Then we have to see if you have the ability!

Xiao Jing had never seen this kind of thing, and she also took out her sword and opened her posture, now there is no point in escaping, only fighting to the death, even if she dies with Zhang Wen, it can be regarded as content.

Zhang Wen exerted a ball of energy, dragged Xiao Jing far away, and waved the spirit treasure with his other hand, launching his own stunt 'Sword Soul Soul', wanting to see how powerful this wisp of divine soul was in front of him.

Zhang Wen just raised the spirit treasure in his hand, and something happened that made people speechless, only to see that one of the phantom's hands turned into a phantom that was more than ten zhang long, directly enveloping Zhang Wen.

Looking at all Zhang Wen's movements again, he began to freeze frame, just like an ice sculpture, unable to move for half a minute! The dantian was like being controlled by someone, he couldn't lift the slightest strength, and even the rotation of the golden pill in his body was extremely slow.

Zhang Wen was in a hurry! This phantom in front of him was even more terrifying than the ancestor of the late Yuan Infant a few days ago, was this the end of it?

"Hmph! I still want to resist in front of the deity, although the old man's skill is less than one ten-thousandth of the original, but you are a little Jindan monk, the old man has not yet put it in his eyes, and he is not even worthy of ants!"

Zhang Wen naturally can't sit still, although his body can't move for the time being, his divine sense can still be mobilized, and he can't think about it at this time, and it is the right way to fight back immediately.

"Whoosh! Whoosh 616161616161"

Three Divine Sense Wind Blades flew over in a row, heading straight for the Phantom's head!

"Huh? Divine Attack!"

The phantom hurriedly blocked it with his other hand, and at the same time silently recited the mantra in his mouth, obviously these few divine sense wind blades worked, Zhang Wen saw that his attack worked, and hurriedly sent two more, for fear that the old guy would slow down.

At this time, Zhang Wen's body slowly regained the initiative, and Zhang Wen wanted to wait for himself to fully control his body and then issue a fatal blow, so as to hit the other party hard, and achieve the goal of escaping for himself and Xiao Jing.

But I still underestimated the other party.

Before Zhang Wen could gather momentum, the other party had already solved those few divine sense wind blades, and the big hand was once again shrouded on the top of Zhang Wen's head, and the body that had not yet been freed was frozen by the other party again.

"Okay, good, what a domineering divine sense attack, it seems that the old man is still searching for your soul, it is your hand that moved first, no wonder the old man is spicy!"

The phantom flickered, and it went directly into Zhang Wen's sea of knowledge!