Peerless Divine Emperor

The thirty-fifth chapter of the spirit of the eight

"Damn, hateful, that kid has escaped like this."

"Hey."

In a magnificent courtyard of the God of War, Jing Yukong was sulkingly slamming tables and chairs.

The entire study was smashed and smashed.

Before the people, in order to maintain the demeanor of the **** of war, he did not have too much anger, but now he is back in his study, the anger in his heart is like a wave, especially when he thinks about the figure, he I want to smash it.

At this moment, a figure suddenly trembled and walked in from outside the study.

Jing Yukong did not look at anyone, just roared: "Get out of me, not tell you, don't bother me. Roll."

It’s just that figure didn’t roll.

Jing Yukong looked at the past impatiently, and saw Jing Tu’s face dignified in the same place, supporting the branch, seemingly want to say something but dare not say anything.

"Jing Tu, I am not asking you to find someone to heal your child? How come you ran here? Go and take care of the wolf, if the wolf has three long and two short..."

When Jing Yukong came here, Jing Tu was kneeling on the ground.

When Jing Tu interrupted Jing Yukong, he gnawed his heart to the Jing Yu airway: "The master of the family, the young master, he...he..."

Having said that, Jing Tu can no longer say it.

"What about him?"

Jing Yukong’s entire body was like a shock, and then he rushed in front of the scene and grabbed the body of Jing Tu. He was very excited and angry.

"Hey, he is dead..."

Jing Tu still said it.

But this words fell into Jing Yu's ear, but like the five thunders, his body continued to retire a few steps, and then a few mouthfuls of old blood spewed out of his mouth, a stock of anger rising from the sky, like the same storm, sweeping The entire study, so that the broken things around the re-spinning.

"Home...the owner, the person is deceased, please mourn the change."

Jing Tu has never seen such an angry Jing Yukong, and he was immediately shocked. Especially when he saw Jing Yu’s mouth spit blood, he even stepped forward and comforted.

The viewable sky is completely deaf.

At this moment, like a demon, he hysterically shouted: "Jing Yunxiao, you are waiting for me, I must unload you eight pieces, five horses, and let you die without a place of burial. No, not only It’s just you, the guy who has Jing Yufeng, and your aunt, all the people who have a relationship with you, all have to die. Oh, you can go with confidence, even if you go to another world, I will immediately It will let more people accompany you and pay for your blood."

While roaring, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the Jingyu air outlet again.

Anxious to attack, angry and burning the sky.

Even the Jing Tu, who went to the Fujing Yukong, was almost suffocating under the anger of Jing Yukong. In the end, he had to escape from the study room, but his ears continued to ring like a mad mad roar. .

......

Underground space, fine pool.

Continuously and rigorously began to impact on Jing Yun's body. With this impact, only a small part was absorbed by Jing Yun's body, and then penetrated the skin and entered Jing Yun's limbs.

As soon as he entered the limbs, Jing Yunyi felt that his cockroaches had thousands of insect ants in the bite, and the pain was severe.

Jing Yun's face turned pale, and even the forehead was permeated with the sweat of the beans.

The sweat is falling like a rain, and it is not in the fine pool. Jingyun霄 does not care about this. He keeps his eyes closed, letting those fines rush in his body, and under his forbearance, he rushes into the body. A lot of Jingwei began to blend in with the body of Jing Yunzhen. For a moment, Jing Yunyi was filled with infinite power.

This sense of power is not the kind of fist power, but a physical and mental strength.

This kind of power, as if to let him not drink or drink within a year, can keep his spirits full and very exciting.

In addition, Jing Yunyi also felt that in his own dantian, accompanied by a constant influx, the spiritual seed was like a baby to be sucked, madly swallowed it, and then began to thrive.

His martial arts realm began to loosen under this kind of impact, and there were signs of breakthrough in the faint.

"Sure enough, the Emperor of Fire has begun to function."

Jing Yunxiao smiled in his heart and continued to absorb.

This absorption has absorbed a whole day.

One day later, Jing Yun’s closed eyes finally opened.

It’s just that, the eyes are sparkling and very excited.

"Hey, the distance from Lingwu is eightfold, only a little bit last. Now my body has fully adapted to the various fine impacts in this fine pool. It is also time to increase the intensity of refining and chemical absorption, and make a direct promotion. Lingwu is eightfold."

Jingyun snorted and the whole person was fighting high.

Immediately, he did not delay, the body was shocked, the fire of the emperor was constantly coming from his body, but Jing Yunyi also knew that there is a gradual process, he did not overly absorb the refining The intensity of the adjustment is the largest, but a little bit increases slowly. For each additional strength, it is necessary to wait until the body adapts again before continuing to increase.

Under such repeated repetitions, Jing Yunqi’s absorption rate in the fine pool is soaring. In this way, after five hours, the entire fine pool is covered with a fire cover. Under the cover of the fire, the endless precision is like a storm. In general, the raging, and then like a storm, caught in the body of Jingyun.

"Shuang."

Although there are some painful feelings on the body, this feeling has strongly stimulated the challenge of Jing Yunzhen. At this moment, he is like a warrior, and he enjoys the impact of such realms.

In this way, it is another day's time. After one day, Jing Yun's body is on the body, and the breath suddenly rises sharply. At the same time, Jing Yunyi is also open again and looks good.

"The Eight Spirits of Lingwujing finally achieved success."

Jingyun smiled very brightly and was very comfortable.

This kind of absorption for fine sputum can be much more comfortable for the absorption of human blood and flesh and blood. After all, the former is too strange, even a bit evil, while the latter tends to be gentle.

"The fineness in this fine pool is still very full. Since it is here, it can't be wasted, continue to absorb, don't **** it clean, I am embarrassed to say that this Emperor has been here. Continue to dry. ""

Jing Yun霄 sighed in his heart and continued to break into the absorption situation.