Then, she and Ye Yunji also took the holy pill and sat cross-legged to recover.
In the Purple Sky Prison, the drizzle drizzled down. As the power of the formation returns, the array eye movements faster and faster, and the raindrops sprinkled become denser.
Countless purple soul beasts raised their heads to welcome the baptism of rain. The vitality and spiritual power from the origin of the life of ancient monsters merged into their bodies, and the purple dust of the world was gradually cleared away. The purple light in their eyes disappeared, and their confused eyes gradually became confused.
Restore Qingming Festival.
"Aowu..." A wolf stood on the top of Wanren Peak, making a long ecstatic howl.
"Roar..." In the valley and by the stream, countless monsters roared loudly, and they were also ecstatic.
After tens of thousands of years, they finally got rid of the shackles of the purple dust of the world and finally recovered the original intelligence of the monster. The pairs of eyes that were only violent before were shed tears of excitement.
Although his mind was empty, Gu Fenghua also heard the joyful roar of thousands of monsters, and after his practice, he opened his eyes.
Not far away, monsters such as Lietian and Gu Diao half closed their eyes, and their expressions were full of joy, but there was still a faint purple agglomeration in their eyes. It was obvious that the purple dust in the Destroyed World had not been completely removed.
This is normal. The stronger the strength, the more sufficient the spiritual energy of the world that is absorbed and refined. The spiritual energy of the world that is contained in the purple sky and the purple dust they absorb and refined will be, and the purple dust that is accumulated in the body.
The more you have, it is of course more difficult to remove and purify.
However, Luo Enen and others have finished their practice and are smiling at Mr. Feng and Dan Tai Yunsu.
Just as they were recovering from their cultivation, Dan Tai Yunsu had already woken up. Although his face was still haggard, he was still in Feng Lao's arms, and his eyes were filled with a strange look.
After tens of thousands of years of long waiting, lovers finally got married. Looking at the warm eyes of the two of them, feeling their sweetness and happiness. Even Gu Fenghua showed a gratifying smile, and felt a heart as if
Melted normally.
Among everyone, only Zhang Yidao looked depressed and angry, covering his face with his sleeves, as if he was about to cough again.
"It's yours after all, it's yours. Don't force it. It's not yours. It's not sweet." But this time, before he could cough out, Luo Enen said earnestly.
"Uh..." Zhang Yidao was stunned for a moment when he didn't expect to hear such philosophical words from Miss Luo.
"Besides, there is no grass everywhere in the world. You are a good man, and you will definitely find your own happiness. I'll be optimistic about you." Luo Enen showed off his appearance as an experienced person and patted Zhang Yidao in an old-fashioned manner.
He said with encouragement.
"Cough, cough, cough..." After somehow, Miss Luo hit the head with a good person card. Lord Jun finally couldn't help coughing, and his old face was red.
"Don't be so excited. How old is you still so unbearable to praise me?" Miss Luo helped pat her back and said with a little disdain.
"Where did you learn this?" Zhang Yidao almost coughed so hard that he finally recovered. He avoided her palms slapped and asked with laughter and tears.
"I read it in the storybook, it makes sense, right?" Luo Enen said proudly.
Zhang Yidao looked at Miss Luo blankly: Who is this? You are so old, you are not big or small! If you didn’t see that you are now a powerful person of the Ninth-grade Emperor Saint, believe it or not, I slapped you with a slap.