This extremely beautiful dreamlike picture suddenly appeared in front of him, Cheng Xiaoxi even couldn't believe his eyes, he slowly opened his palm, and his fingertips touched the nearest spiritual power, and for a moment, it seemed that his heart stopped beating.

It's true!

He touched it!

Cheng Xiaoxi took a deep breath, he looked around, countless spiritual power flickered, this is the best gift of the land of Shenzhou to all things!

While he was still in a daze, the spiritual power that was touched by his fingertips suddenly floated over, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on his head.

This seemed to be a signal, and then thousands of spiritual powers swarmed in, all falling on his body, wrapping him layer by layer, looking from a distance, it was like putting on a shining coat for him.

After a while, the last spiritual power also found a place to fall, and before he could sigh, he was forced to lie on the ground.

It turns out that spiritual power also has weight!

He couldn't bear it, he lost his strength, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Too much spiritual power!

A once-in-a-lifetime adventure, how could Cheng Xiaoxi miss this great opportunity for psychics, he seriously used psychic thaumaturgy, and this countless spiritual power was attached to him, which happened to be an excellent opportunity to communicate spiritual power.

The magic decision of the psychic thaumaturgy under his heart was still unchanged as before, and Cheng Xiaoxi was not surprised, he continued to try to establish a connection with the spiritual power.

Once, twice, three times, no miracles happened, and it still didn't work.

At this time, his many attempts seemed to cause dissatisfaction with the spiritual power, and the tens of thousands of spiritual power suddenly became angry.

That's right, it's anger, and spiritual power also has emotions! Spiritual power also has consciousness!

The anger generated by countless spiritual powers drilled into his skull, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of images appeared in his mind, accompanied by various strange sounds, such as crying and complaining.

There was so much information that he couldn't see or understand clearly, and his head seemed to be about to explode!

......

At one point, he opened his mouth to call, but he couldn't make a sound.

He was a little depressed and depressed......

He had practiced psychic thaumaturgy countless times, and he had never caused spiritual power fluctuations, nor had he ever felt the existence of spiritual power, but in order to become a cultivator like his father, he had always persevered.

Now that the body is dormant and the consciousness is separated, he finally saw the coveted spiritual power fluctuations, with this vast and endless spiritual power overlay, if he wants to be psychic, how easy it should be, but why did he fail!

Those images kept coming back to his mind, and those voices rang in his ears repeatedly, as if they were about to drown his consciousness and destroy his sanity!

"Will this be the case when others communicate spiritual power?" his mind was dizzy, his mood was depressed, and his spirit would inevitably be a little sluggish, and he felt that his vision was a little blurry at this time.

Finally, I can't hold it anymore!

His eyes slowly closed, his consciousness became more and more trance-like, and everything returned to darkness.

......

In the next room, Cheng Xiuwen clasped his hands to his chest and frowned.

Just now, he faintly felt that something was wrong in the room, and after thinking about it, he didn't understand where the reason was, but he still trusted his instincts, because a cultivator's senses were already several times more sensitive than ordinary people.

got up and went out of the house, and came to the creek room again, he looked at his son silently, not knowing that the creek had just finished communicating with the spiritual power. He didn't even know that the spiritual power communicated by Xiaoxi was not the few that ordinary people perceived when they were psychic, but the countless ones that were densely packed like stars in the sky.

Looking at his son's brows, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Xiaoxi has been very sensible since he was a child, and for some reason he has never been able to practice, but he never shows sadness in front of his parents. Ke Cheng Xiuwen, as a father, knew how persistent his son was in his practice, and in countless dark nights, his son shrunk at the foot of the bed and worked hard to fiddle with his posture, reciting psychic mantras.

Scene after scene crossed his heart, Cheng Xiuwen still couldn't hold back, and something dripped on the ground.

He reached out and took the medicine bowl that his son had drunk a little, tilted his head and swallowed hard, the medicinal soup was very untasty, and it went down his throat until it was bitter to his heart.

He squeezed the bowl tightly, his expression was even more sad, since Xiaoxi was born, he had to drink this soup every day, and the elixir on Longquan Mountain was afraid that his son had already tasted it!

"Father, I won't be able to do what you did, but it will soon be over. He sighed heavily, turned and walked out......

This night, Cheng Xiaoxi slept for three days, and Qin Rou had already woken up as early as the next morning, and the husband and wife took turns to take care of it, and her son's body was improving, and nothing unexpected happened.

After waking up, Cheng Xiaoxi didn't feel any discomfort, but he was very hungry, and he saw that the red on his body had faded, and he was even fairer than before.

He didn't remember anything about what happened on the mountain, but he felt that he slept well and comfortably.

When the son woke up, the family was overjoyed, and Qin Rou made a big table of dishes, all of which were Xiaoxi's favorite food.

It's just that the image of the son is a little special.

"Poof...... Ahem~Ahem!"

Just one glance, you have to endure it for a long time, although Cheng Xiuwen tried his best to cover it up, but in the end, he couldn't hold back, and his mouth full of soup splashed out.

He tried to stop laughing, looked at his wife quietly, and felt a murderous aura rushing in.

"If you don't eat, get out!"

"Come and try this, your father went to the mountains to catch it. Qin Rou shouted angrily at her husband, looked at her son kindly and kindly, and kept putting vegetables into the bowl of Chengxiaoxi.

Controlling himself from looking at his son's head anymore, Cheng Xiuwen lowered his head and took another sip of green vegetable soup, perhaps to relieve the embarrassment, he asked casually: "Listen to your mother, you said a word before you passed out, do you remember?"

"I only remember going up the mountain that day, and I don't remember anything about the rest of me. Xiaoxi put down his chopsticks and tried to remember, but he never remembered what happened that day, and he couldn't remember what he had said.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it, eat well. Qin Rou glanced at her husband again, and Cheng Xiuwen hurriedly went to pick up the vegetables, but she didn't dare to squeak anymore.

"Eat slowly, and I'll show you something good. Eyes returned to Xiaoxi, Qin Rou looked at her son, and immediately became gentle.

Cheng Xiaoxi was very curious, so he immediately asked, "What is it?"

"Don't be in a hurry just yet, eat the food. ”

Full of curiosity, Cheng Xiaoxi wolfed down the food in the bowl, burped, and looked directly at his mother with two eyes.

Compared with his peers, Cheng Xiaoxi is much calmer, and he has lived in Longquan Mountain for more than ten years, except for the company of his parents, there is no one else on this mountain. Although sometimes the family would go to the town below the mountain to catch the market, most of the time he was alone, and after getting used to seeing the grass and trees in the mountain, there was nothing that could arouse his curiosity, and over time, he became quieter.

The husband and wife glanced at each other and understood what each other meant, it was indeed the child who had suffered all these years.

went back to the room and took the spirit yuan, and Qin Rou handed it to his son: "Take it, this is the spirit yuan from the mountain." ”

Cheng Xiaoxi said "oh", and took it with both hands, he couldn't remember what happened that day very clearly, but he had some impressions of this spirit yuan, and he turned it over and turned it at the moment, and looked at it very carefully.

"This spiritual element is extremely extraordinary, in the future, you will take it with you and feel the breath day and night, which may be of great help to you to communicate spiritual power. Cheng Xiuwen was also looking at Lingyuan, and the moment his son took Lingyuan, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart, maybe this Lingyuan appeared because of his son, otherwise how could such a divine object roll in front of his son......

Pursed his mouth, it doesn't matter what, he brought it back anyway, so he won't send this priceless treasure back to the mountain, right?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, it was good to go up the mountain that day, he left the mother and son to go to a higher place alone, and finally found two elixirs.

Now, all kinds of materials are ready, and the toxins that have accompanied my son for more than ten years are about to completely dissipate, compared to this, what are the things that happened in the middle of the mountain?