In order to enhance the lethality of the Qiankun Sword, Yang Zimei stayed up late at night again and took the small iron tower to the open space where her residence was to be built.
It was very strange that when she placed the small iron tower on the ground, before she even started to place the spirit gathering array, the evil spirits all around began to flee and stay away.
She looked at the dark energy on the small iron tower and felt strange. She took out the Qiankun Magic Sword and placed it on it, hoping to absorb the evil energy.
As a result, the copper coin on the sword suddenly rustled, trembling slightly as if it had encountered a powerful enemy.
Yang Zimei hurriedly took it away from the small iron tower, and the Qiankun Magic Sword returned to its original tranquility.
The more she thought about it, the weirder she became, she stretched out her palm and covered it...
She vaguely felt a very special breath coming in, and then it merged with the breath in her body...
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She simply tried to sit cross-legged and meditate, put one hand on the tower, and began to chant silently to enter the state of cultivation.
As a result, there seemed to be a steady stream of energy in the small iron tower for her to use, integrating with her vitality to improve her cultivation progress.
However, she didn't dare to be too greedy about this unknown energy, so she moved her hand away when it was enough.
I stood up and found that my whole body was full of energy and full of blood like never before.
She looked at the small iron tower that looked like a clumsy handicraft and tried to use magic to summon some ghost spirits. As a result, those ghost spirits quickly fled three meters away from her.
Could it be that this little iron tower has enough evil energy to suppress all demons and evil spirits?
Perhaps, it is a very powerful magic weapon in itself?
Except for myself, the Qiankun Dharma Sword cannot absorb any evil energy from it. I can't figure out why.
While she was thinking, there was a black figure not far away, leaping towards her like a ghost——
When the black shadow was still five hundred meters away from her, she clearly felt who it was.
Her heart was overjoyed, and then it beat strongly. Her little heart beat like a deer, full of expectation, joy and shyness.
With a smile, she quietly watched Long Zhutian's approaching figure, but her heart flew to him.
Long Zhutian came to her, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly calm, like a hurricane on the seabed, trying to sweep her soul and body into it.
Yang Zimei's breathing began to freeze, but his senses became particularly sharp. He could only hear crickets chirping in the open space, the night wind blowing, and small snakes crawling...
And his slightly rapid breathing!
Finally, she broke the silence, "How did you know I was here?"
Long Zhutian did not speak, but stretched out his arms, directly rubbed her into his arms, and said hoarsely: "I haven't slept in three days."
Yang Zimei was embarrassed. She thought he wanted to say something affectionate to her, such as I love you, but instead, he said something that sounded extremely aggrieved.
She looked up at him and found that his eyes were reddish, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, his stubble had begun to grow randomly, and his jet-black hair was a little messy, as if he had just come out of a war...
Seeing him like this, her heart felt like it was being pulled by a thin thread, causing a sharp pain.
Seeing the heartache in her eyes, Long Zhutian pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his thin lips raised in a soothing arc, and his black eyes flickered, containing some kind of lingering affection...