Peerless Rune God

Chapter 271 Supreme Power
The girl's eyes became extremely deep at this moment, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

Seeing that the girl didn't resist as much as last time, the old man surnamed Gu continued: "This time the boy broke the record. Fang Minghe, who was instructed by me, saw all the process. I asked him, and he also said it himself. The power of medicine is unfathomable, miss, if you agree, I will get in touch with that boy?"

The movement of the girl's hands finally stopped, and the melodious sound of the piano stopped there.

Her eyes were complicated, she knew that the old man surnamed Gu was doing it for her own good, she smiled after thinking for a long time, and said, "That's good, to be praised so much by Grandpa Gu, Qian Yu also wants to see how sacred it is."

The old man surnamed Gu was overjoyed, this lady's beauty is world-renowned, comparable to all the women in the world, her personality is as gentle as water, and her heart is extremely kind. However, due to ill-fated fate, she has contracted an incurable strange disease since she was born.

Because of the existence of this strange disease, this young lady has almost no hope for the future, every time the old man surnamed Gu wants to seek medical treatment for the young lady, this young lady always refuses with a smile.

This is because she has experienced too many disappointments, she has long been indifferent to life and death, and no longer hopes to cure her disease.

But in fact, his young lady is only 17 years old now, in the prime of her youth, but due to her illness, she has looked down on life and death at this age, which makes the old people feel even more bitter.

"The inspection of Tenglong District will be over in a few months, and then I will go to the door and visit that young man in person." The old man said hastily, feeling sour in his heart.

Nodding her head, the girl stopped talking and turned back to continue playing the piano.

She was still stroking the previous piece of music, but for some reason, the meaning in the piece seemed to have changed when she heard it now. Although it was the same piece, the artistic conception was completely different from when she played it before, melodious and ethereal .

During these days, Xiao Yu didn't do anything else, silently comprehending the stele of medicine in the hall of reincarnation.

The shape of this sacred tablet is similar to that of the Wuji Temple, but the sentiments contained in the holy power on it are mostly about the way of medicine, while the sentiments contained in the monument of Wuji are mostly about various methods of combat.

It seems that the six-faced stele corresponds to the director of the six halls, so the sentiments in the stele are also different.

However, these have nothing to do with Xiao Yu, what he values ​​is the holy power of the sacred monument that is not affected by black energy, not the perception in the monument.

In these ten days, like last time, he continued to refine the holy power and condensed it into the spiritual body in his body. With the help of this holy power, he began to condense the eighth spiritual river.

"boom!"

Just as he thought, because the eighth spiritual river is directly condensed with holy power, unlike the previous seven, which are strengthened with holy power after condensing and forming, this also makes the eighth spiritual river look very different.

Since its initial formation, the eighth spirit river has been a dazzling golden color, which looks both strange and sacred.

Moreover, when this spiritual river took shape, Xiao Yu suddenly felt a terrifying power in the invisible, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes, like the sun, staring at him coldly from a place he couldn't see. With amazing killing intent.

"Supreme?"

At this moment, the hairs all over Xiao Yu's body exploded, he was too familiar with this terrifying aura, it was definitely above Supreme!
He immediately stopped practicing, but at the same moment, the feeling of terror disappeared in an instant.

After hesitating again and again, Xiao Yu still chose to continue to condense the eighth spirit river. At this time, that terrifying feeling reappeared, as if there was a supreme figure staring at him behind him, and might attack him at any time.

During this process, Xiao Yu endured tremendous pressure. If the power of the supreme level were to attack him, with his current strength, he would definitely be wiped out in an instant.

However, the strange thing was that the feeling of terror never disappeared, but he didn't attack Xiao Yu either, as if he hesitated.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yu withstood the terrifying feeling. Even though he was sweating a lot, he still continued to condense the eighth spirit river.

When he condensed this spiritual river, another situation happened. Although the black energy in his body could not affect the holy power, it began to stir in his body, and he seemed to feel the formation of his eighth spiritual river. Constantly churning in his body.

There is a power of the supreme level peeping outside, and there is this strange black energy inside. It seems that he is extremely unwilling to see him condense the eighth spiritual river, which may rush into his spiritual body at any time and destroy the newly formed body. The eighth spirit river!
Xiao Yu was in constant cold sweat. Since recovering his memory, it was the first time he felt such a strong crisis, that sense of danger, even if he felt despair, he didn't have the capital to fight at all.

Considering his current strength, if the terrifying power of the Supreme is lowered, he will be powerless to resist. The only thing he can do is to grit his teeth and continue to gather Linghe with holy power.

No one can imagine how Xiao Yu spent these ten days. He seemed to be living on the verge of death every day. As long as the power of the supreme level fell, he would die immediately, and the restless black energy was beyond his control. suppressed stuff.

This black energy gave Xiao Yu the feeling that it was as dangerous as a supreme being. If the black energy completely rioted, he could not predict what the consequences would be.

A few more days passed, and when Xiao Yu comprehended the No. 15 day of the holy monument, his eighth spiritual river finally approached the limit.

"call!"

Only then did Xiao Yu stop, no longer absorbing the holy power on the stele.

The moment he stopped, he clearly felt that the supreme power behind him hadn't receded, as if he was still hesitating.

In the end, the terrifying force retreated silently, and it seemed that they had given up their plan to attack.

"What's going on? This world, and the Supreme?"

Xiao Yu almost went limp all of a sudden, even though his willpower was strong, he had reached his limit to condense Linghe with that terrifying power in the past half a month.

He couldn't figure it out, isn't the emperor supreme in this world?Why is there such a terrifying supreme power?

After thinking for a long time, Xiao Yu couldn't reach a result in the end, so he could only let it go.

For the past half month, every second has been extremely tormenting for him. Fortunately, it is not without gains. The eighth spiritual river is fully formed, and this spiritual river is composed entirely of holy power. The seven spiritual rivers are terrifying!
"Now, even without the help of external forces, I can defeat people in the Qi Transformation Realm!"

Xiao Yu felt slightly comforted in his heart.

In fact, if he wanted, he could continue to use the holy power in this monument to start condensing the Ninth Spirit River.

However, because the holy power of the six-faced sacred monument is significantly different, it would be too extreme to use the same kind of holy power to condense the remaining Linghe.

Therefore, Xiao Yu's plan is to use each holy tablet to condense a spiritual river. In this way, extremes can be avoided, and six different holy powers can be gathered in one body.

He had a feeling that when that time came, his Linghe might undergo unexpected changes again.

(End of this chapter)