Time passed day by day. Compared with before when Nalan Zhenyue was on the verge of collapse, she was much calmer now. During this period of time, she thought a lot. There are always inevitable factors for everything that happens, whether it is Feng

Whether it's the emperor or the realm of nothingness, all she has to do now is persevere. If she gives up on herself, who can come to save her?

It doesn't mean that you came to save her, but that you gave up on yourself. Then even if others want to give you a hand, they won't be able to see your hand.

Now that things have come to this point, the last thing she can do is give up. She is Nalan Zhenyue, and just because her name is Nalan Zhenyue, she can't give up. Anyone can give up, but she can't!

Nalan Zhenyue didn't know what was going on outside. She had been communicating with those big people who still had spiritual imprints these days, and helped them fulfill their wishes. Those who were missing heads were missing heads, and those who were missing arms and legs were missing arms and legs.

More importantly, Nalan Zhenyue has been studying the colorful killing formation these days.

The seven-color killing array created by King Feitian is just as they said, but it is very powerful, which is very different from the one displayed by King Nishi. Feng Nishang has also gained something during this period. She wants to understand the seven-color killing array, and then

for one's own use.

"Little girl, you have been studying for so long, are you tired?"

She usually stood next to the colorful killing array for most of the day, motionless.

"Fortunately, I need strength!"

The man who lacked the brain was stunned, "What strength do you lack? God-Emperor level cultivation, you are still not satisfied at your age???"

Nalan Zhenyue said nothing.

But the man in the head spoke again: "I remembered that when Emperor Feng was your age, he seemed to be breaking through the heavens."

Nalan Zhenyue really wanted to vomit blood, so it was better not to say anything.

"Then you should study it carefully. I think there is a high chance that you will not be able to study the formation of King Feitian!"

Nalan Zhenyue ignored it and continued to study. Time passed by minute by second. In the past two days, her mood was a little unstable.

It felt as if something was about to happen.

Her brows were knitted tightly together. The complex patterns on the formation's carvings seemed to have increased, but they were not perfect yet. The seven-color killing formation was still a little short of that.

"Old Man Shi's mental imprint seems to be disappearing soon?"

"Yeah, I feel like he hasn't said much these past few days, and it looks like he's getting better soon!"

"Hey, we can't hold on much longer. It's a pity that my unique skills will have to be buried in the loess along with me."

"You have been buried in the loess now!"

Nalan Zhenyue did not pay attention to the dialogue between the spiritual imprints, but concentrated on studying the complicated lines on the engravings. However, at this time, she felt as if something was watching her.

It's those spiritual marks.

The brainless man asked: "What do you need so much power for? Don't you know that haste makes waste?"

"Yes, young people must lay a good foundation and don't be too hasty, otherwise the foundation will be unstable."

These several spiritual imprints started talking at once.

Nalan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows, turned her head, and said, "I want to fight Emperor Feng."

"..."

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"I'm laughing so hard!!!"
Chapter completed!