Chapter 2414: 芸 芸

"Night. Can you hug me? I am so cold! I am really cold."
There was no trace of blood on Jing's face. The long black hair that had been darkened had already turned into a pale white hair, just like the aging of hundreds of millions of reincarnations.
That weak appearance, like a hand-picked room, will leave the world completely.
The flames that are lingering on the body are getting weaker and weaker. They can only block the body and no longer have a slight heat.
It’s a complete look of oil.
"But bombarding my thunder will hurt you."
Originally prepared to go crazy, the nightingales that smashed all the light dances and Fengling, temporarily suppressed the anger pressure, and softly returned a sentence.
He was angry and wanted to kill, but he was the first to come to Jing Hao, but he did not pick it up, fearing that the Thunder would hurt her.
"Hey. It’s really a good show of heroes and heroes."
The face was handsome, but in the dawn, with a trace of evil Feng Ling, disdainful look at the nightingale and Jing Jing, smiled and turned away.
At this time, he just captured the blood of Jing Jing, not suitable for fighting, seeing the nightingale did not pay attention to himself, using this opportunity to escape from the cultivation room.
Nowadays, he has captured the blood of the true phoenix and solved the blood problems that have plagued him for many years. Feng Ling has a kind of enthusiasm.
"For the time being, let you go for a while, this time, I will take your dog."
For the scourge of Fengling, the nightingale will naturally not let go, but for him, friends are obviously more important than revenge, and he looks at Jingwei with pity.
The Jingwei lying on the ground looked up at the nightingale, and the corner of his mouth rose up very hard. "I am like this, I am afraid of thunder. Even if it is a king or a master's blow, it is not afraid."
I have never experienced the nightingale of death and death. At this time, it is difficult to describe it in words. He feels that he can't breathe. With the pressure of the Thunder, he holds Jing Jing in his arms and his eyes are moist.
Jing Wei, who was shackled in his arms, had a gratifying smile on his face, but he was quickly attacked by the Thunder.
Not long after, the flame on the body disappeared completely, and the breath of life became weaker and weaker.
Later, when there was no sense of existence, and her breath was gone, her life came to an end.
It all came too fast and too suddenly.
"Jing Wei!"
In the arms of Jing Wei, the fingers gradually hang down, and the nightingale whispered a whisper. He still has a lot of words, but nothing has happened at this time.
Recalling everything after the two met, inexplicably upset.
Although there was not much contact, the nightingale had a very good impression on Jingjing. She felt that her character was very good and gave a comfortable feeling of warmth.
"If I come early, things will never be like this!" At this moment, the feeling of nightingale is very bad, and there is infinite regret in my heart, very self-blame.
If it is not used for 30 years to recover, how can it make things develop to such a point.
"Why is it necessary to have this time!" The nightingale who bit his lip, unwilling to swear, his heart is really regrettable.
He began to practice from Zhuyuan Village, and he was the first to suffer the loss of his friends.

Does the gods have to be so cruel?

The nightingale snarled in the heart, and the determination to become stronger was also firmer.
If the strength is not enough, it will be impossible to protect the people around you. This principle is unchanging and bloody!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The endless thunder is constantly bombarding him and Jing's body.
"Well? How could this be?"
Suddenly, the nightingale found that Jing Jing lost the flame-covered body. Under the bombardment of the Thunder, not only did it not annihilate.
It also gradually produced a hint of luster.
It is like absorbing the power of the Thunder, which is used to enhance the strength of the body.
"How can such a change occur when Jing Jing is dead?"
Jing Hao lost his life and was already dead. Undoubtedly, he couldn’t help but wonder.
Although I have seen or heard of the strange things in my life for so long, the nightingale is the first time I have seen a person who can die and refine!
"Why doesn't Jing Jing become a different kind?"
I couldn’t feel the horror of Jing’s, and I couldn’t help but worry about her becoming a zombie or something.
"What is going on? Jing Jing's body strength has improved so fast."
The body of Jing Jing was bathed in the Thunder, and the nightingale discovered the strength of her body. She quickly rose from the refining body to the level on the refining body.
This speed of improvement is simply shocking.
As the strength of the body grows, Jing Wei's originally dull body gradually radiates luster. As time goes by, the dead body becomes crystal clear, like a soft white jade.
Her pale white hair gradually turned black and was full of luster.
"The vitality has become so strong! Is it going to recover?"
In the world of monks, anything can happen. Seeing that Jing's body gradually became alive, and then developed into a vibrant appearance, it was not the death of the initiative.
The nightmare's eyebrows immediately stretched out, and the heart was occupied by excitement and excitement.
The body of Jing Jing bathed in the thunder, although naked, but gives a sense of sacredness, can not give birth to the idea.
The breath is constantly rising.
Later, her body strength has been climbing, and according to the estimation of the nightingale, she has already surpassed the light dance.
"The loss of blood power, the body has changed so much, is this the opportunity of the old brother?"
Look at all the changes in Jingjing, resist the thunder of the night, and analyze the possibility of doing things.
In any case, this change is what he is willing to see.
"How could this be!"
At this moment, there was a worrying color in the nightingale.
Jing's body, the breath is still growing, and later may be absorbed too much energy, beyond the body's ability to withstand.
Cracks gradually appear on the surface of the body, and these cracks gradually spread and look terrible.
In the face of sudden changes, the nightingale has no choice but to take Jingjing out of the cultivation room and then leave the Tonggu Tower to prevent her from being bombarded by the Thunder.
However, the Tongu Tower attacked their Thundercloud, and they chased it out and continued to bombard the two.
"How can this be? If you don't leave the Tonggu Tower, you won't continue to be attacked by the Thunder!"
The bombs that continue to bombard the two have not only not weakened, but have become fiercer. Later, even the middle level of God, even the nightingale can not support.
Jing's body is even less, bathed under the thunder, and quickly dispelled, very miserable.
"Jing Wei! The Thunder quickly dissipated!"
Seeing that Jing's body was broken up, the original vitality was also scattered a little, and the nightingale screamed angrily.
However, the Thunder is not only, but still bombarding the two, most of which are bombarded on the broken body of Jing, directly smashed into powder.
Later, between the earth, she had completely lost any traces of her, and even a grain of dust was not left behind.
Only the nightingale stood between the ground, and his eyes looked at the thunder overhead.
"How can this be the case. It is clear that there is a vitality, why is it..." The silent nightingale, there is no doubt in my heart, but no one said.
Just now he is still happy, but now it is hit again, this is too cruel!
Even if the night is like a rock, the wind is hard to bear, and the heart is blocked.
"Hey!"
Just then, among the empty thunders, there was a loud scream of screaming.
Then, a lively flame burned completely in the Thunder, dyeing the entire space.
"Is it that Jing Ke is not dead?"
When I heard the nightingale of the birds singing, I felt that the phoenix family was very special and stood in the same place to observe.
The latter flame burned completely and burned the entire air.
"Hey!"
After burning for seven or forty-nine years, there was another phoenix in the air.
A huge bath fire phoenix swayed and rushed up, and the momentum was as broad as the opening.
The brilliance of the rush gives a strong sense of shock, and the entire endless bones are illuminated.