He stood at the top of the peak, shook his head and sighed.

Sure enough, the benefits cannot be taken into account.

Lingyuan Washing Records only practiced the first stance, but in the end, he could only store two spiritual treasures.

Lingbao...

He stood at the top of the peak, looking inside himself, focusing on the ancient sword.

The ancient sword has shrunk to the size of a matchstick, suspended in the feng senka, with golden light flowing all over its body.

Chu Zhiyuan suddenly had a thought: Are the spiritual treasures all golden?

That day, the Immortal Pavilion was golden, and the ancient sword was also golden. Is the golden color shared by the spiritual treasure?

It shines golden, but does not feel vulgar, but an inexplicable majesty and solemnity.

His thoughts were in harmony with the ancient sword and he felt a vague sense of hunger.

Then he suddenly realized.

This ancient sword has been in a dying state, as if it had been severely damaged and was recovering from itself.

It constantly absorbs the power of the earth, but it still recovers very slowly at all times.

Obviously, the trauma it suffers requires vast power or even higher power to recover it.

He shook his head helplessly.

That means, it cannot be used?

Then I thought again that if the most pure and highest-level power in the world is probably the power of Lingyuan.

He flashed and disappeared suddenly.

The next moment he appeared at the first peak of Lingyuan.

Standing beside the statue, he put on the first stage of Lingyuan Washing Record.

The surging force surged from the mountain and penetrated into the feet.

The golden light in the spring was burning, and the pure and surging power drill was instantly swallowed by them.

He couldn't even enter his legs, and failed to moisturize and change his legs.

Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, relaxed his mind, and even more violent power surged in.

He had been fighting the influx of power with his spirit, trying his best to control the speed of power, avoiding being too fierce and unable to bear it.

Even though Tianlongyin's realm continues to improve and his body continues to be stronger, he still failed to completely let go.

Now he finally completely let go, allowing Lingyuan's power to be completely opened and poured in.

He saw that with the crazy infusion of the power of the Lingyuan, both spiritual treasures were changing.

The golden light became dimmer and turned towards the purple gold direction, creating a more solid texture.

The patterns on their bodies are increasing and getting denser.

As the patterns increased, he saw the divine text contained in these patterns.

It turns out that they are carved with divine texts, and they are not one divine text, but a paragraph.

The previous ones were already in a semi-destroyed state because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy, and the divine text has been extinguished.

Now, with the infusion of spiritual energy, the divine text of nirvana slowly awakens.

As the divine text awakens, the power of its spiritual treasure will gradually appear.

He gradually realized the wonderful uses of the two spiritual treasures.

The power of Tianhuan Pavilion is an illusion, which can create illusions, capture the most subtle parts of the human heart, thereby amplifying them and turning them into real illusions.

Even the Venerable cannot be spared and cannot remain sober.

Its power is powerful, but its consumption is equally powerful. Nowadays, the spiritual energy of this world can hardly support such power.

Only the spiritual power of Lingyuan can support it to drag the Venerable into the illusion.

The Xun Lightsaber is the word Xun, which can transcend the constraints of space.

But its power is also related to spiritual power.

The further the distance, the stronger the power to break through, the stronger the spiritual power is required.

The spiritual power is weak, and the distance is close, and the power to break through hardness is weak

He thought about it and felt that the two spiritual objects cooperated and killed them was really easy.

The premise is that spiritual power can hold on.

He then shook his head.

Based on their current power, killing the Venerable is not cost-effective, and it is better to kill it yourself.

Time passes without realizing it.

When he felt that the two spiritual treasures were already satisfied, he flashed away from the spiritual abyss.

He reappeared on the mountain, and the stars were everywhere in the sky.

He didn't know how many days it had passed, or just one day.

I don't bother to think about it any more.

So I continued to move forward and finally stopped when I arrived at a mountain.

This mountain does not look like there are no treasures.

There was neither power nor abnormality around him. If it weren't for the vibration of the spring on both feet, he would have known that there was a spiritual treasure here, he wouldn't have discovered it.

Even the super feeling was not discovered.

He came to the top of the mountain, focused his mind on his feet, and took steps and moved slowly.

Walked down from the top of the mountain for about ten meters and finally stopped in front of the two stones.

Both of these two stones are half a height, and one lies horizontally and long, together, as if a sword descended from the sky to split it into two halves.

There is a palm wide in the gap.

He bent down and groped in the cracks of the stone for a long time, but his hands were empty.

The sword eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

It was clearly sensed its existence, but it was in the crack of the rock, but it was impossible to touch it.

This is really weird.

He straightened his waist, thought for a while, and then a flash of inspiration flashed again, and an ancient sword appeared in his hand instantly.

The sword is three feet long, the thigh is covered with beautiful cloud patterns, the sword body is dull purple-gold, and there are faint strange patterns.

Elegant and extraordinary.

His sword tip was poked out and he stabbed it gently.

"laugh!"

A golden light shot out from the sword body and fell towards the cracks of the stone.

"bite……"

It's like a jade roller hitting.

Then the air swayed like ripples, and a snow-white round bead flashed faintly.

He picked the tip of the sword and picked it into the air.

It is indeed a snow-white round bead, the size of longan, like mercury.

After falling to the tip of the sword, it was extremely heavy.

He reached out to pinch it, but he still pinched it in vain, as if it was still a phantom.

The heavy feeling and the phantom feeling were condensed into one pearl, giving him an inexplicable awkward feeling.

He thought about it and raised the tip of the sword.

The round beads slowly rolled down and fell into his right palm holding the sword.

The beads are next to the hilt of the sword, and the handshakes feel solid, which is indeed a real thing.

He knew that once the beads left the hilt, they would become illusory again.

This feeling is really weird.

There are really such strange things in the world that can integrate virtual and real into one.

If he had not had a profound understanding of the way of reality and reality, it would be difficult to believe everything in front of him.

He held the strange bead and entered the first peak of Lingyuan in a flash.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he appeared in Lingyuan, Qizhu disappeared.
To be continued...