My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 88 Millions of Sword Spirits Forge Sword Souls ([-])

The thin woman's voice came through a thread, like a broken and rotten leaf, its breath was like a gossamer, and it would die at any time.

The corner of Shi Jingxue's mouth was bloodshot, and his soul was also severely injured. He could feel her pain, but he didn't know what kind of situation she was facing. He was thousands of miles away, and he was powerless to help her escape.

I can only call her over and over again, hoping that she can survive this disaster smoothly.

"Yunhualian, you haven't repaid this deity for saving your life, you are not allowed to die, did you hear that? If you dare to die, this deity will turn into a ghost and will not spare you!"

Yun Chi, whose mind was chaotic and most of his energy and spirit had been eliminated, became agitated again when he heard this, and forcibly pulled back a little clarity from the hands of the god of death.

He is not afraid of the sky, the earth is not afraid of the young master, but he is afraid and frightened of the master alone.

Thinking of all the evil deeds of the master in the past, such as severed hands and feet, gouging out eyes, vomiting three liters of blood every day, and the dog gnawing cheeks that made her terrified, Yun Chi regained consciousness for three minutes, and watery tears flowed out of the already dry eye sockets.

The majestic young master of the No. [-] clan in Beiye came to the Human Domain, and without enjoying a day of blessing, he was beaten every day until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The grievances that were suppressed in her heart were like a river bursting a dike, rolling and pushing, completely erupting——Master is too bad, she can't even die in peace!

"Master... respect, I, I... afraid... woo..."

An extremely weak whimper came, crossing the line of life and death, grievance, fragility, and restraint, like a residual flower in the wind, falling in Shijingxue's heart, an unprecedented sense of weirdness, running through the meridians, acupoints and boundless spiritual consciousness .

Yun Chi's original intention was to fear that Shi Jingxue would really turn into a ghost to seek revenge on her, but when he beat Shi Jingxue in his heart, his taste changed.

He can't wait to go to her side immediately and rescue her from fear and danger.

But—he can't!

"Yunhualian, listen, as a disciple of Immortal Taxue, even if you are afraid, you have to stand up, stand up, and live."

Shi Jingxue was anxious in her heart, never at a loss like this time, he was not afraid of death, but he still had unfinished business, and he didn't want the lives of the master and the student to stop here.

"Did you hear that? I ordered you to live."

Deng!
The line of life and death suddenly lost contact.

Through the one-line connection and mutual exchange of minds, Time Realm Snow consumes too much spiritual power. He is only in the mid-stage cultivation of the God Transformation, and it won't last long.

"Hmm... Master..."

Yun Chi was really afraid that Shi Jingxue would beat her up, and finally woke up completely. He didn't hear Shi Jingxue's voice for a long time, thinking that Ri Yousi was dreaming.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

She opened her mouth, but still couldn't send out a normal byte.

In the spiritual consciousness, the noise of the sword spirits running wildly was very clear. Through the sword spirits, you spoke to each other, and Yunchi's alarm bell was loud, and his heart was not good.

These guys are eating her soul!

She has completely lost her ability to speak, and she can clearly feel the pain is decreasing, not because the sword spirits stopped messing around, but... She gradually lost her sense of pain!

No, she can't just die like this!
Yun Chi exerted all his strength to sit up under the pressure of countless sword souls, and flashed his scimitar.

The passageway was as bright as day, and the sword spirits that were floating on both sides split into two waves.

A wave surrounded Yunchi, pointing at her, and a highly cultivated sword spirit came in and out of her consciousness.

The other wave piled up in the distance, watching the two sword spirits of Liu Sheng and Horn Dragon fighting with open minds. The fireball with a diameter of tens of meters exploded, sparks sprayed, and the swords were mottled with blue or red light, and thunderbolts scattered in all directions. , the aftermath swayed thousands of meters.

As soon as Yun Chi left the scimitar, a gust of wind rushed towards her, almost knocking her to the ground.

She was disguised as a weapon spirit, without the slightest breath of life, hidden in the knife, the sword spirit could not see what form she was, now she got out of the scimitar, and immediately appeared in human form.

Although it is also void and transparent, the sword spirit who is also a weapon spirit can see her.

All the sword spirits who had been making a fuss widened their eyes when they saw Yun Chi, dumbfounded.

Artifact spirits are usually monks who separate their own wisps of spiritual consciousness and feed them with their own spiritual energy. When they are strong enough to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth alone, they fuse them with magic weapons to forge their own life weapons.

The fate weapon is different from ordinary magic weapons. It has self-awareness and judgment, and it will continue to grow with the improvement of the master's cultivation base, and eventually become a peerless magic weapon.

A monk usually selects the magic weapon first, and then cultivates the spirit of the magic weapon that is suitable for the magic weapon.

This kind of artifact spirit was in the form of a magic weapon at the beginning of its birth.

In addition, there is another kind of weapon spirits, which are not cultivated by monks, but are naturally cultivated. Due to a certain opportunity, self-awareness is born, and then they absorb the chaotic energy of the world and gradually grow into it.

This kind of weapon spirit is born powerful, before choosing the master, it looks like a cloud of white smoke, after choosing the master, it fuses with a certain magic weapon, and its shape is fixed from then on.

The unique conditions of Jianzhong also cultivated three or five such weapon spirits.

But no matter what, it definitely won't be in the form of a female doll.

All the sword spirits, who followed their master into the sky and entered the earth during their lifetime, saw this scene, and their three views were shattered.

"Girl doll, what the hell are you?"

"How did you, a knife spirit, turn into a human form, tell me quickly."

"Whatever she is, she is definitely not a sword spirit. If she is not a sword spirit, she should be killed."

……

Yunchi could hear the sword spirits chattering, and could feel their black cloud-like malice, but she couldn't express it, and the tens of thousands of sword spirits in her consciousness were already crazy, and she couldn't be eaten away. give up.

She cannot tolerate wasting time mediating with a group of malicious sword spirits.

She must save herself!
Yun Chi crossed his knees and closed his eyes, his nerves were so numb that he couldn't feel the pain at all, he was highly concentrated, trying his best to gather his consciousness and continuously strengthen his mental power.

The brilliance of the whole body shone, and the star spots formed a river. Twelve star rivers traveled all over the sky, flowing towards the divine consciousness.

She needs to mobilize the power of Qixing all over her body to stay awake until the phantom god elixir passes.

There are countless sword spirits crazily colliding in her mind, but fortunately, there are only three or five who are devouring her consciousness. She can't imagine what will happen to her if all the sword spirits devour her consciousness.

Even so, she couldn't bear it.

She could feel that as her consciousness was continuously eroded, the noise in her ears gradually weakened, her hearing was rapidly declining, and her five senses were degenerating.

The first sword spirit rushed into her mind, and when she attacked her consciousness, she tried to use the power of Qixing to resist, but the sword spirit was too powerful, and the sword intent was surging, like a thousand miles of sky, vast and incomparable, stronger than the master's Shoujun sword. Not much difference.

Her ability to control stars is mediocre, and her mental strength needs to be improved. The last time she confronted Ye Yanghuashen in the late stage, it was already very difficult.

The many sword spirits who were watching were crowded in the air, and most of them were in the shape of long swords.

One by one, layer by layer, there are tens of thousands of them, exuding various halos, very gorgeous.

They were all attracted by the lingering starlight around Yunchi's body. They didn't know what kind of magic technique it was, it was extremely miraculous.

(End of this chapter)