Chapter 225 Unknown Energy
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In order to enhance the lethality of the Qiankun Magic Sword, Yang Zimei did not sleep again in the middle of the night, and took the small iron tower to the open space where her house was going to be built.
It's very strange, when she placed the small iron tower on the ground, before she started to place the gathering array, the Yin evil energy around her began to flee one after another, avoiding it.
She looked at the dark aura on the small iron tower, feeling very strange, she took out the Qiankun magic sword and placed it on it, trying to absorb the evil spirit.
As a result, the copper coins on the sword suddenly rustled, as if they had met a formidable enemy, trembling slightly.
Yang Zimei hurriedly took it away from the small iron tower, and the Qiankun Magic Sword returned to its original quietness.
The more she thought about it, the more strange she stretched out her palm and covered it...
I vaguely felt that a very special breath came in, and then merged with the breath in her body...
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She simply tried to sit cross-legged and put one hand on the tower, while starting to silently enter into a state of practicing.
As a result, there seemed to be a steady stream of energy in the small iron tower for her to use, merging with her vitality, and improving her cultivation process.
However, she didn't dare to be too greedy for this unknown energy, so she moved her hand away when she could.
Standing up, I found that my whole body was filled with energy like never before, and it was full of blood.
She looked at the small iron tower that looked like a poor handicraft, and tried to use magic to summon some Yin spirits. As a result, those Yin spirits quickly escaped when they were still three meters away from her.
Could it be that this small iron tower has enough suffocating energy to suppress all demons and evil spirits?
Perhaps, it is a very powerful magic weapon in itself?
In addition to himself, the Qiankun Magic Sword can't absorb a little bit of suffocation on it, and I don't understand why this is.
While thinking about it, not far away, a black figure leaped towards her like a ghost—
At the place where the shadow was five hundred meters away from her, she could clearly feel who was coming.
Her heart was overjoyed, and then it was beating strongly, her little heart beating happily and shyly with anticipation like hitting a deer.
With a smile, she quietly watched Long Zhutian's gradually approaching figure, but her heart flew to him.
Long Zhutian came to her, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly calm, like a hurricane on the bottom of the sea, trying to sweep her soul and body into it.
Yang Zimei's breathing began to stagnate, but her senses became particularly acute. All she could hear was the chirping of crickets in the open space, the night wind blowing, and the little snakes crawling...
And his slightly rapid breathing!
In the end, it was she who broke the silence, "How did you know I was here?"
Long Zhutian didn't speak, but stretched out his arms, rubbed her directly into his arms, and said dumbly, "I haven't slept for three days."
Yang Zimei was embarrassed, she thought he wanted to say affectionate words to her, such as I love you or something, but he ended up saying something that sounded extremely aggrieved.
She looked up at him, and found that his eyes were reddish, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, his beard started to grow in disorder, and his jet-black hair was a little messy, as if he had just come out of a chaos...
Seeing him like this, her heart felt a sharp pain as if it was being pulled by a thin thread.
Seeing the heartache at the bottom of her eyes, Long Zhutian pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his thin lips curled up in a soothing arc, his black eyes flickered, and there was some kind of lingering affection...