Poison Concubine Playing Evil King: Miss Beast Controlling

Sitting like this lasted another day and night, and at the end, everyone in the Yun Clan became numb to Feng Shitian's behavior of taking pills. There was nothing to do. If you want to envy and hate, can you be envious? Can you be envious? Yes, can you hate it?

Damn, he is a real pharmacist, he has too many pills, and he is self-willed!

And in the end, the pillar of fire had completely turned black, and it was still a rich black color.

But what surprised everyone was that waves of extremely strong fluctuations continued to spread from the black pillar of fire.

There was some joy in Yun Tianzhu's eyes, he knew that Yun Youran was not only fine, but also got a lot of benefits.

At this moment, Feng Youlan was sitting cross-legged in the pillar of fire, his eyes were tightly closed, and the Heaven Zhanjian was floating above his head again, with nine colors of light flashing on its body.

The aura in Feng Youlan's body also came out completely, his aura gradually merged with Zhantianjian's aura.

And then another illusory figure floated out of the Heaven Zhanjian.

Looking carefully, this figure is almost exactly the same as Feng Youlan in terms of appearance and figure.

This is the sword spirit of Zhan Tianjian, or this is Yun Youran's soul whose memory has been erased.

This sword spirit looked down at Feng Youlan, then closed his eyes slightly, and then his body sank down slowly.

Although his movements were extremely slow, but only an hour later his figure completely overlapped with Feng Youlan's.

If you don't look carefully, anyone will think that this is Feng Youlan alone.

At this time, Feng Youlan could clearly feel that there seemed to be two hearts beating in her body at the same time.

"Bah, bah, bah, bah..." Moreover, the beating frequency and speed of the two hearts are exactly the same, or more precisely, the two hearts are completely synchronized.

"噗" When the sword spirit and Feng Youlan's body completely overlapped, the Zhantian Sword let out a loud sword cry, and then the Zhantian Sword pierced Feng Youlan's sky spirit cover under the wrapping of nine-colored light down.

The sharp sword tip directly pierced Feng Youlan's head, but no blood flowed out.

And Feng Youlan's face just frowned slightly, although it was still painful, it was much better than the previous flame forged body.

Zhan Tianjian's speed was also very slow, he stabbed into Feng Youlan's body inch by inch.

And with every point the Zhantian Sword penetrated, Feng Youlan's pain would increase.

At this moment, in Feng Youlan's perception, the time has been infinitely extended, and the pain has become extremely long.

And accompanied by this kind of pain, there is also a kind of icy killing intent and bone-piercing cold, this is exactly what he felt when he saw Zhan Tianjian for the first time.

Her complexion became more and more ugly, Feng Youlan's body trembled more and more violently, and the pain she suffered now was more than double the pain of the flame-forged body before.

Gritting her teeth tightly, Feng Youlan didn't know how long this pain would last, he was afraid, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on, he was afraid that he would let Feng Shitian down.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but before it could flow down, it was already being swallowed by the pillar of fire.