The night is dim.

In the small courtyard, Yiyun wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged Xier in her arms. Xier was sweating coldly and covered her body with a layer of purple-red light. Only the white-haired sword was left. After finishing this last trip, this dangerous day was temporarily over.

After all, Xier gave the weapons of the people around her to her soul. Yiyun didn't persuade her much, so it would be useless at all. Since that's the case, let Xier let her go.

Xier gently put the weapon given to the soul into the vacuum bag, wiped her face with cold sweat. She said softly, "Okay, in this way, their weapons will have a perfect soul and growth."

Yiyun didn't make any conversation. In Yiyun's opinion, Le'er, cruel and gentle, and jealous weapons, really need to spend this time. No matter how good the weapons of other people are, they cannot change the fact that they are weak, and they really do not have such value of spending energy.

But Xier doesn't think so. Qunfang is jealous that they have only learned the initial stage of weapon soul granting, which can only allow weapons to absorb energy purposelessly and untargetedly, and cannot absorb and strengthen targeted energy according to the characteristics of the holder themselves.

Faced with real masters, this weapon that does not target self-reinforces growth ability has no practical value at all. Xier thinks that they should be given a perfect growth weapon that truly fits. If they become stronger in the future, the weapon can grow up without causing time delays.

Xier took out several pairs of purple-red gloves and a purple-red sword from the vacuum bag, and it was almost transformed from energy form to material form. Yi Yun said in a panic, "What are you doing these?"

Xier whispered timidly, "I also need to help Rong'er, Yue'er, Ming'er and others prepare suitable weapons. When I have cultivated myself and have some shapes stabilized, I can continue to give my soul."

Yiyun said incredibly, "Are you planning to make weapons for the witch envoys who went to Lingjiu Palace and the masters who are powerful enough?" "Well, I want them all. If you stay here and haven't been discovered for the time being, I want to continue to do as much as possible."

Xier's tone was soft and weak, but she had an unquestionable resoluteness. As if she wanted to give her a soul to her weapons for Le'er and others, there was no possibility of compromise or wavering at all.

Yiyun had completely lost words, and Xier decided to do something that she could not persuade her, just as if Yiyun decided to do something, Xier could not shake Yiyun's decision. Both of them were too stubborn and too stubborn.

"Anyway, I'll find something wrong these days, remember to inform me of the artistic conception as soon as possible. Also, if you care about those people, I can't persuade you, but don't delay your own practice because of them, otherwise I will definitely kill all those burdens, so as not to delay yourself."

Yiyun's tone was plain, "I know, no, don't bully them." Xier replied softly, leaning gently in Yiyun's arms, opening a pair of bright eyes, staring at the night outside the window.

The waves outside the window will light up from a distance, and the shadows of the illuminated trees project on the ground, dancing under the wind. The two people in the room are silent, practicing martial arts, and quietly staring at the night sky.

There are many words that will cause the two of them to experience emotional fluctuations that they cannot have, which will instantly interrupt the improvement of their martial arts. For the two of them, the concept of night is not night, and the concept of rest has long been completely forgotten by the two...

Zixia never expected that Zishan was so crazy to practice martial arts. It turned out that something that seemed simple and easy was so painful. "Can I really not laugh?" Zixia asked again with certainty. Although she had known the answer for a long time, she still hoped to get another answer she hoped for.

However, as I asked the last question, I got disappointed.

"No! You can't smile happily while practicing martial arts with all your heart! If you smile, it will interrupt your self-study. It seems to be just a short time, but the long-term accumulation, countless short time, is the cause of the gap." Zishan replied happily, smiling happily, Zishan always answered patiently.

Zixia carefully controlled her emotions and kept her self-study in the fastest state. "You are so incredible. How can you be able to practice with all your concentration while doing many things seriously while separating your own thinking. While expressing your emotions happily, it does not affect the other part of your serious practice at all."

Zixia was really amazed at Zishan's ability. Only after she started to study endlessly did she realize the difficulties. Just like the everlasting smile in the past, what she had to do now is to study forever and always let her emotions have no effect on self-study. This is more terrifying than always smiling. Smile, because Zixia is willing and happy, because Zixia can always remember the things that make her smile.

"Awareness comes from thinking and understanding, but the gap always comes from accumulation after understanding. This is without any luck. If you don't work hard, it is impossible to narrow the gap with other people. Even if a strong person cannot persist in this accumulation, he will eventually be caught up and surpassed. Unless you plan to give up your cultivation, you can only let yourself persevere until you become a habit."

"Did he live every minute and every second like this?" Zixia couldn't help but ask, and Zishan said happily, "I believe it must be! Otherwise, how could he become the Monkey King? Otherwise, how could he become Sun Wukong, who has more powerful gods in such a short time?"

"Zishan, thank you, I will definitely work hard!" Zixia said softly, Zishan smiled happily. Not far away, Buming walked towards the two of them as usual. Zixia suddenly felt that Buming was not loud, which was very pitiful.

I suddenly felt that Buming did not belong to the same world as me. It turned out that whether it was Zishan or Sun Wukong, they were powerful and incomprehensible existences, they had such fundamental reasons for being powerful. In fact, they did not have real happiness or themselves. In fact, they treated themselves extremely cruelly.

It is impossible for Buming to understand Zishan. They seem to be practicing diligently and don’t seem to have given up practicing most of the time, but for Zishan, this diligence is really not worth mentioning. The gap after a long period of accumulation is so great that it is beyond others’ imagination.

Zixia felt very scary about her thoughts. Unconsciously, she had actually regarded existences like Buming as being the same as hers. She did not deliberately, and naturally thought so...

...

"Wang, there is a very beautiful lake in the forest ahead. You must like it. Why not go there and sit and relax?" Menghe said his suggestion. That lake was discovered when he was wandering around these days. When it was clear, during the day, the wavy lake surface was particularly beautiful, and at dusk, it would reflect colorful soft light.

Menghe knew that Wang liked lakes, Menghe knew that Wang had a good sister in the world, who loved water very much, so Wang also became fond of water. Perhaps this kind of thing would arouse Wang's memories. Xier nodded gently to agree. Before the darkness, Yiyun was still in office.

Menghe was very happy. Wang really liked the scenery of the lake. Over the past few days, Menghe knew what the king was busy with. Today, he finally handed over the weapons of Lord Le'er and others to their hands. Menghe felt that Wang could finally rest for a while.

A black giant dog was staring at a woman in the lake below in the extremely high clouds. She grinned and showed a fierce look in her eyes. Nezha used a thousand miles to identify things, and said hatefully, "The divine dog has found that female devil! Strangely, the female devil is strong in murderous aura. The divine dog will never admit it, but why do I feel that the energy in her body is so weak like an ordinary person?"

Mu Cha was surprised and asked, "How is this devil? He heard from his father's mention, it's so powerful!" Then he pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be that something happened to this devil lead to his temporary loss of power?"

Nezha angrily said, "Anyway, now is a good opportunity to kill her! We don't have time to report to our elder brother. These two demons have made our father crazy. Let the female demon first take action to let the male demon feel the pain of losing important people. Then report to the elder brother and capture the male demon back to heaven for trial!"

Mu Cha said hesitantly, "This is not good, third brother, my elder brother said we should not act impulsively." Nezha said in a deep voice, "Second brother, this is a special situation. This female devil is in this situation now. Who knows if there is any chance next? My elder brother will never blame us for making arguing for being good at making claims!"

Mu Cha felt it made sense when he heard this. This opportunity was indeed rare. Finally, he nodded and agreed, "What my third brother said is the most, then what are we waiting for?" Nezha stepped on the hot wheels with his feet, thrust his gun, and rushed towards Xier by the lake. His incomparable anger was fully reflected in this attack of snatching the extremely powerful.

The wooden fork was silent and lyrics, urging a body of brilliant magic power, and a powerful energy light layer quickly condensed in the air, completely covering the wooden fork, followed Nezha's figure and rushed towards Xier by the lake.

Xi'er's feet were naked and gently penetrated into the lake, just like when she was with Yue'er in the past, gently patting the clear lake water, and her eyes gradually became blurred. Yue'er was always naughty in the past, always liked to pull herself or Rong'er half-spokenly, sitting by the lake on the top of Piaomiao Peak, and attacking herself and Rong'er with water.

The powerful energy fluctuations in the air were instantly captured by Xier's artistic conception. Two murderous auras with resentment locked on Xier. Xier raised her head gently and stared at the two people who were rushing towards her in the air with a calm expression.

After all the weapons were transformed, they went out to absorb energy by themselves. At this time, Xier, even if her martial arts skills were high, her exhausted body would lose the support of energy, and would not be able to activate various powerful martial arts special effects, and it would be even more impossible to block the full-strength attack of Nezha and Mucha.

In a horror, he drew out his sword with all his strength, gathered his strength to the sword, and flew towards the two who were rushing into the air to meet them.

Am I going to die...
Chapter completed!