Chapter 750: Absolutely Impossible

Because there are still five God Weeping Pills, which can last for two months, so Jiang Yi is not in a hurry for the next time. He practices Yuanli every night, wakes up in the morning to accompany Fengluan, Qingyu, Jiang Xiaonu and others, and then he will practice painting , now he doesn't deliberately draw sky paintings anymore, but draws randomly in a whimsical way, intending to increase his painting skills. In the afternoon, he will take a nap for an hour, and after waking up, he will continue to practice Yuanli, comprehend Dao patterns or comprehend witchcraft.

The days were dull, Jiang Xiaonu rested for half a month and continued to retreat. She knew very well that the stronger she is, the more she can help Jiang Yi, and the pressure on Jiang Yi's shoulders will not be so heavy.

Qian Wanguan also retreated, and his soul dao pattern fragments realized the last critical moment. If he can fully realize it, his strength will reach the peak of King Kong. Although this level of strength is useless to Jiang Yi, at least it can prolong his life, right? Moreover, everyone is retreating and retreating, boring and boring, and he is also idle when he is idle...

The speed of Jiang Yi's cultivation of Yuanli is too fast, but it's a pity that the perception of the Dao pattern has not made any progress. The other three lower-level Dao patterns don't know how to integrate at all. The sorcery of avatar tens of millions has made some progress again, and can already have five hundred avatars.

"Forget it, it's enough to comprehend this witchcraft to this level, and it doesn't make much sense to have more avatars!"

Twenty days later, Jiang Yi resolutely turned to burn the sky witchcraft. This witchcraft has been practiced to the extreme, and can refine the Nine Suns True Flame that burns the peak of Tianjun. Jiang Yi has not stopped participating in this witchcraft over the years Wu, unfortunately the progress is slow, he can only refine the ground fire now.

While cultivating Yuanli, Jiang Yi comprehended the witchcraft of burning the sky, and lived a fulfilling and comfortable life. He forced himself to forget about Su Ruoxue and Yi Piao Piao. Because whenever he thinks of these two most important women in his life, his heart will ache, his spirit will be disturbed, and he will not be able to practice, and it will get worse if it goes on like this.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was the night of the full moon again. God Weeping came as promised, and everyone gathered together again. This time, Qian Wanguan Herring was not stupid, and took the God Weeping Pill, Yazi Beast and Jinjiao early. He also swallowed the God Weeping Pill for the first time. Jiang Xiaonu hugged the little fox Xiao Fei and sat quietly next to Jiang Yi, who sat cross-legged in the hall and wholeheartedly dealt with God Weeping's soul attack.

No surprises!

Jiang Yi persisted for two hours. This time, the main soul split into three soul swords again, and the number of soul swords in his soul consciousness reached forty-two. During this period, he released his divine sense to investigate the source of the strange sound, but still found nothing. It seems that this is really the cry of the gods, a natural attack of the soul.

"Hoo hoo!"

After resisting the soul attack for two hours with all his heart, Jiang Yi was very tired. He rested for half an hour before opening his eyes. After seeing that everyone was safe and sound, he felt much more relaxed.

"Boss..."

Suddenly, Qian Wanguan came over via voice transmission: "Can I go into the room?"

"Well?"

Jiang Yi blinked in wonder, got up to let the crowd disperse, and followed Qian Wanguan into his room.

"Boss!" Qian Wanguan unlocked the room as soon as he entered, and said via voice transmission: "The God Weeping Pill is too expensive, why don't you put... Jin Jiao and Yazi Beast?"

"Which one?"

Jiang Yi frowned, his complexion sank, he shook his head and said, "Wan Guan, although Jinjiao and Yazi Beast are both monsters and my spirit beasts, it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to kill them."

"I didn't let you kill them!"

Qian Wanguan rolled his eyes and explained: "I mean, return their freedom, and then help them arrange the Tianji ship to send them away from Sin Island. After all, it doesn't make much sense for them to follow us. It will not only drag us down, but may also implicate them. .”

"oh oh!"

Jiang Yi's face looked better. Although Jinjiao and Yazi Beast are his spirit beasts, they have been together for so long, and they have feelings for each other. Especially the Yazi Beast, although its strength is relatively pitifully low and basically useless, Jiang Yi never thought of abandoning it.

"Return to freedom, send away?"

Jiang Yi thought for a while, and said: "The Yazi Beast should continue to follow, I'll ask Jin Jiao, if he wants to leave, I'll return its soul seal, and you can arrange a Tianji Ship for it."

"Alright! I'll call Jin Jiao in."

Qian Wanguan nodded helplessly. He actually knew the ending long ago. Jiang Yi is the most loyal person. He may be cold-blooded and ruthless when dealing with enemies, but he can take out his heart and lungs when treating his own people.

"Golden Flood Dragon!"

Qian Wanguan went out and called Jin Jiao in, Jiang Yi said bluntly: "I will give you two choices, first stay and follow me, if I have a bright future in the future, I will never treat you badly, second I will pay you back Liberty, arrange for the Heavenly Secret Ship to take you off the island."

Jin Jiao was stunned, he didn't expect Jiang Yi to give it freedom so early, it lowered its head and thought for a long time, finally shook its head and said: "My lord, I'd better continue to follow you, in this god-given city, my cultivation speed can increase a lot .”

"That's good! You can continue to garrison outside."

Jiang Yi patted Jin Jiao's shoulder and sent it away. Qian Wanguan frowned in pain, Jiang Yi grinned and said, "Don't worry about Wanguan. Here are a few high-level celestial paintings for you, take them out and sell them."

"Um!"

Qian Wanguan nodded, and went out to discuss the details of selling paintings with Feng Luan, while Jiang Yi went to another room. He was just talking about painting, and he was interested. He was going to do it today to see if he could draw some good ones. draw it.

Herring wanted to come in to grind, Jiang Yi waved her hand to signal her not to approach, if it was a mechanical painting like last time, then the quality of the painting would not be that high, and if you want to draw a good painting, you need to pour your emotions into it.

This is actually no different from playing the piano and singing. If you play and sing mechanically, no matter how good your skills are, you can only play and sing a good song, but if you can pour your emotions into it, you can play this song alive and sing If he survived, even if he was slightly inferior in skills, it would still be a sound of nature.

He held the pen in one hand, but closed his eyes without making a move. He didn't enter the state of harmony between man and nature, but stood quietly, and scenes emerged in his mind.

"Mother..."

A beautiful and kind face first appeared in his mind, and he remembered the words in the illusion left by Yi Piao Piao with his great supernatural power: "My child, hello, my name is Yi Piao Piao, and I am your incompetent mother." Dear... My child, if our mother and I can't meet again in this life, please don't be sad, this is our destiny given by God...Mother will always love you, miss you, miss you..."

The benevolent words echoed non-stop, and Jiang Yi's face showed a trace of longing. At this moment, his hand was lit with fiery red energy, and he finally started to write.

If you write like a god, the pen enters the mad snake, embellishes, draws and ticks a few times, and a peerless **** appears on the white paper. Desire arises, but as long as anyone takes a look at this picture, it will touch the heart, especially the faint smile at the corner of the young woman's mouth, which seems to be able to heal the wounds in anyone's heart.

"Tick tock, tick tock!"

Feng Luan and Qing Yu did not know when they came to behind him, they did not make any sound, they were covering their mouths at this moment, but their delicate bodies trembled slightly.

The eyes of both of them were crystal clear, and the tears flowed down like a small river, and the drops made a slight sound when they fell on the ground. Seeing this painting, the two of them inexplicably thought of their mother and their family members far away in Fengming Continent. It seemed that this painting had an inexplicable magical power, which could bring back endless memories for the two of them...