The flow of spiritual energy was so slow that it was almost imperceptible that even time had stopped.
The vitality on Gu Fenghua's body finally stopped passing away. There was still a faint smile on his flawless face, which was gratifying and sad.
Looking at Gu Fenghua in his arms, Ye Yunji finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyebrows were still solemn.
Just as Zhen Fengliu guessed, this ancestral hall made of art of refining weapons does have a mysterious meaning beyond the great way of heaven and earth, but it is not complete. Gu Fenghua's vitality is not
True total stop passing.
Although the speed of passing was so slow that it was so slow that he could not detect it, don't forget that she had lost her vitality before, and now there are fewer than one remaining in her body. After a long time, her life will still be difficult to save.
More importantly, her spiritual pure land has dried up, and the four innate holy spirit roots are only a last trace of vitality, and the soul is even more chaotic. The longer it drags, the lower the possibility of recovery. If the four innate holy spirits are
The roots are completely dead, and even if they awaken her in the end, their cultivation will be completely wiped out and there is no possibility of cultivation.
"I want to lend you a magic spirit." Ye Yunji turned his head and looked at the Nine Nether Demon Mirror and said in a deep voice.
The Nine Nether Demon Mirage was curling in the corner of the wall motionlessly. When he heard Ye Yunji's words, he was suddenly shocked and suddenly turned into a ball of black fog and rushed towards the center of the ancestral hall. At the same time, he let out a shrill and scared scream.
Unlike the common ancestral temples in its sects, this ancestral hall does not worship the spiritual positions or portraits of ancestors of the past. There is only an altar in the center, and there is no incense burner on the platform, only a broken sword. The sword body is full of ancient meaning.
The wounds are densely covered with canine teeth intertwined, and they are broken into two pieces.
Amid the screams, the black mist flowed back like a spring water, pouring into the broken sword at one end of the sword hilt, without any sound.
It turns out that this broken sword is the treasure of Yelang Sect, which is the real hiding place of the Nine Nether Demon Mirror. After all, it is just a demon spirit. Even with the protection of this ancestral hall barrier, it still cannot escape the soul after a long time.
Dissipated life. Therefore, it always needs a body, and this ancient sword is equivalent to its body.
Ye Yunji was not surprised by the actions of the Nine Nether Demon Mirage and did not take action to stop him.
He looked calm and took out a bed made of jade, and carefully placed it on it. He then took two steps forward, and before he arrived at the altar, he picked up the broken sword.
"Do you really think that if I hide in this broken sword, I will do nothing to you?" Ye Yunji said.
Although his voice is as calm as a cloud, he reveals strong confidence. This is not to confuse the Nine Nether Demon Mirage’s bluff, but to be true confidence.
If the ancient sword was intact and the Nine Nether Demon Mirror was hidden in it, he would have no choice but to do it for a while, but now the ancient sword was covered in bruises and was broken into two pieces. It was not difficult for him to break the seal in the sword.
However, he didn't want to waste time, and the next thing needed the cooperation of the Nine Nether Demon Mirage, which would make it willing to use it for itself.
As the words fell, the ancient sword trembled violently, and it was easy to feel the fear of the Nine Nether Demon Mirror. This is normal. The mighty power of the sky and the sword that broke the sky really brought it too much shock.
Too much fear. Even those ancient strong men who can compete with the world-destroying tribulation and save the entire continent may not be able to display such sword power.