He raised a hand and wanted to touch the long thorns on the white rattan wrapped around Ye Zhikuang's hand, but Ye Zhikuang suddenly took his hand away and said, "Don't touch it, it will hurt you."

you."

At this time, I thought of my hand, suddenly raised my finger, looked at the red mark on my fingertip, and said: "I want to know what is going on, why my Minglan vine became like this,

I remember that after I awakened, my Ming Lan Vine would have a chance to be transformed only when my cultivation level improved."

Qibao sat down, folded his hands on his chest and said: "You don't understand this. There are all kinds of strange martial arts in this world. Besides, this pool of water is not ordinary water, but the spiritual water needed by cultivators. Probably because

The spiritual water washes your body and regenerates your waste martial soul, and the mutated martial soul formed is, yes, a mutated martial soul."

"My martial spirit has been reborn?!" He looked at the white vine wrapped around his right hand in disbelief, as well as the thorns on the white vine. The thorns made the Minglan vine look more lethal, and

The long and thin thorns are like the acupuncture needles used by doctors. If in a battle situation, these thorns may also be used as weapons.

"Then, you can try this pool of spiritual water and see if you can use it to improve your cultivation level and stay at the third level of the Great Soul Master. Don't you feel nervous?" Qibao looked like he hated iron.

He looked confused, clenched his little fists, stood up and babbled for a long time.

Ye Zhikuang felt warm in his heart, rubbed Qibao with his other hand and said, "Qibao, thank you for the reminder."

These days are so busy that there is no time to study how to break through to the third level of a great soul master. It's not that she doesn't want to improve her strength, she is also in a hurry, right? She just doesn't have the time.

She always felt that her body was very empty, but now that she had been washed by the spiritual water, she felt that her body was full of strength. If she did not turn this strength into energy, she would feel that her body was about to become useless.

Not daring to waste any more time, I immediately sat cross-legged, put my hands on my knees, pinched my lotus fingers, closed my eyes and entered the state of cultivation.

The whole body immediately glowed with milky white light, making her body appear to be enveloped in a thick white mist.

A warm current entered her Dantian, and she knew that this was not the Tianyuan Qi of the Wuhun period, but the power possessed by an immortal cultivator. That kind of power was called spiritual energy by the people of Xianyuan Continent.

After the spiritual energy entered her body, it turned into Tianyuan energy after adjusting her own constitution, and then poured into her Dantian, causing her Dantian to be filled immediately, no longer as empty and weak as before.

Half an hour passed, and sweat slowly fell from her forehead to her face.

Qibao stared at Ye Zhikuang nervously. Half an hour had passed and her body still hadn't changed at all.

This means they don't have much time.

"You need to speed up the absorption of spiritual energy, let your body soak in the spiritual energy, and clean out the dirt on your body from the inside out." Qibao stood up and guided while talking, just like a teacher instructing a student.

Ye Zhikuang did not question Qibao's words. After all, Qibao had survived on this continent for hundreds of years and naturally knew more than she did.

She did as Qibao said and took a deep breath, but she felt the spiritual energy entering faster. A stream of cool air rushed everywhere in her body, causing her Dantian to be inflated as quickly as a balloon.
Chapter completed!