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Jing Hong continued: "Of course, this tower imprisons you, but on the other hand, it is actually a container for your soul. You can run with it instead of trying to get out of it. ”

Jing Hui snorted angrily, "Who is rare with this kind of bullshit body!"

Jing Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I'm just letting you use it for the time being." It's just a temporary body, what are you asking for so much? When you make up for the fallen cultivation, why don't you just change yourself to a satisfactory body?"

Jinghui was silent for a long time before he asked Jinghong, "You...... You mean...... Do you have a cultivation method for artifacts?"

Jing Hong gave it a funny look, "Have you listened to me properly? I'm the princess of the Nine-Tailed Fox's lineage! Or do you think our clan is just a small family that doesn't even have artifact cultivation techniques in the memory inheritance?"

"I didn't think so. Jinghui's voice was a little uncomfortable, "I was just disheartened for a while and didn't listen to you carefully." ”

Jing Hong smiled secretly in her heart, she didn't expect Jing Hui to be so sincere.

"Are you willing to confess me now?" she said, reaching out and tapping on the wall, "show up if you want, and don't talk to me through a wall." ”

Jinghui didn't make a sound, and he didn't appear in front of Jinghong immediately.

Jing Hong's eyebrows raised slightly, "Jinghui, what are you rubbing?

Jinghui was just a little embarrassed that she changed her mind so quickly, so she twisted and rubbed for a while, who knew that this guy didn't even have this patience, and she had already urged it before it did a good job of psychological construction.

It gritted its teeth and came out of the wall, and at the same time did not forget the dead duck's mouth and complained about the urgency of the frightened Hong, "Didn't you say that I would like to come out again?"

Although Jing Hui who appeared in front of Jinghong only had a phantom, he could see that he was a young man with red lips and white teeth, handsome facial features, and about twelve or thirteen years old.

At this time, this handsome little boy was pouting and glaring at Jinghong with a dissatisfied face.

"I thought you would show up in beast form, but it's better to follow me now." ”

Jinghui twisted his head awkwardly, but there was joy in his heart that slowly rose.

Jinghong reached out and touched Jinghui's head, of course, but didn't touch anything, and then at his signal, he cut his finger and dripped blood into a shallow groove in the wall.

This groove is very shallow, and it is also connected with other lines of the same color on the wall, and it is simply outlined into the shape of a small reincarnation tower, if it wasn't for Jing Hui pointing it out, Jing Hong really didn't notice the difference.

When Jinghong's blood flowed down the groove, Jinghui commanded her to remove the small jade hook at the bottom of the groove.

After another breath, Jing Hong saw his blood slowly flowing into the round hole the thickness of his little finger.

In the next moment, Jing Hong felt that a familiar and secret bond had been established between himself and Jing Hui.

Handing over the jade slip with the artifact spirit cultivation method to Jing Hui, Jing Hong said: "Jing Hui, I am now a disciple of the Jiyun Gang, and this reincarnation tower is the secret realm of the Jiyun Gang's experience, I can't just rashly put it away and take it away, so I may have to wronged you to continue to stay here for a while." ”

Jing Hui waved his hand disappreciatively, "It's okay, it just so happens that I also need time to cultivate." ”

He had been stumbling for hundreds of thousands of years because of resentment, and it was not easy to see a new hope, and this was the time when he was ready to try, and it didn't matter to him whether Jinghong took him away or not.

Jing Hong breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you cultivate hard, if you don't understand anything, contact me, and I'll let Zhenlong, Ji Yu and Yufeng take turns to teach you." ”

Jinghui listened with a confused face.

Zhenlong, Jiyu, Yufeng, who are these?

Seeing this, Jing Hong hurriedly added: "They are all machine spirits, and they have cultivated to the point where they can leave to move freely. ”

Jing Hui was dumbfounded.

He has seen a lot of spiritual weapons, artifacts and so on, but this one with a spirit is really rare.

Although theoretically speaking, all spiritual weapons and artifacts have the possibility of giving birth to machine spirits, but it may only be possible after all, and in reality, there are only about 1 in 10,000 spiritual weapons that can really give birth to machine spirits.

Of course, there are slightly more artifacts that can give birth to artifact spirits, but this one is about 3 to 4 per 10,000.

If this were not the case, there would have been no one who would have thought of making machine spirits by extracting souls for tens of thousands of years or even longer.

But such a rare existence, his new owner actually reported three of them in one go. Is this a posture to form a group?

And she laughed so happily when she said that the person who killed him was "really deserved", obviously she looked down on this kind of behavior of extracting living souls and refining instrument spirits, which made Jing Hui have an unbelievable association.

His eyes were full of shock as he looked at Jinghong, "Those three machine spirits ......"

Jing Hong thought that he suspected that he was also extracting other people's soul refining weapons, so he hurriedly confessed himself with a straight face, "Don't be nervous, they have all slowly developed consciousness under the long-term warmth, and I am good to them." ”

It turned out to be true.

Jinghui's guess was confirmed, and he had mixed feelings in his heart for a while.

At that time, he was not deeply involved in the world, and regarded the human who finally killed him in his life as a friend, but that person extracted his soul and made it into a machine spirit.

And the reason why that person had this bad intention, on the one hand, was because he was gifted and had a special ability to control the flow of time, but on the other hand, it also had a lot to do with the fact that although that person was a well-known refining master, none of the spirit weapons refined in hundreds of thousands of years could cultivate a tool spirit.

Greed and unwillingness finally ruined the life of a gullible man, and also let the culprit die under the thunder of reckoning with the sin.

He thought that he didn't know which one he had heard, that it was countless times more difficult for artifacts to cultivate spiritual consciousness than plants, and that it was impossible to lack any of the three of chance, environment, and time.

In particular, the one of chances is the most rare, because no one knows where this so-called chance is, and few people even know what it is.

But now Jing Hui felt that he seemed to understand a little - what could be better in this world than the emotional immersion of his own master for many years to make a spiritual weapon or artifact contaminated with the most precious and rare vitality for the artifact?

It's ridiculous that the man has been soaking up the camp all his life, hollowing out his mind, sharpening his head and drilling up the camp, but he just refuses to put some thought into the spiritual weapons he has refined, and always uses them as a tool to show off or collect money.

In the end, when he was desperate, he only had the crooked idea of extracting other people's souls, and he didn't find out what was wrong until he died.

Perhaps this is determined by the difference in talent, temperament and bearing, right?

Thinking of this, Jing Hui felt both sad and ridiculous, and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little happy.