Gu Yin thought that it was just a whim to send spiritual power into the spirit stone, because the storage function of the spirit stone and the spirit weapon was too similar. And from her observations just now www.biquge.info she vaguely felt that the core of the spirit stone was the key to preserving the spiritual power, so she would stop at the moment when the core of the spirit stone was about to be exhausted.

She didn't know that there were people in the world who had already tried countless ways to convey spiritual power into the spirit stone, and all of them were successful. In addition to Qingyunzi, Gu Yin was the first person to practice the Wanmu Fengchun Gong Method, paying attention to the way of mutual life between spiritual powers, coupled with the demonic power refining of the half-demon body, the spiritual power in her body actually reached an attribute that was extremely close to the original spiritual power. And the core of the spirit stone received a trace of spiritual power, and rejuvenated, like reproduction, so that the entire spirit stone was full of spiritual power again!

Gu Yin's heart was shocked or shocked at the moment, was this a homemade spirit stone? She wasn't sure. It feels like you've stepped into an environment in a thick fog. Is it true that you are a money addict at heart? Automatically making spirit stones, this is a dream to make a fortune......

But whether it was a dream or not, after an hour, she finally looked from shock to reality, and could only continue to walk forward. This time, with the support of spiritual power, it was much more comfortable.

Whenever the spiritual power was about to run out, she would absorb the spiritual power in the spirit stone and re-enter it. This was repeated three times, and the last time he absorbed the spiritual power, the spirit stones on all sides of the triangle slowly shattered into the end and lost between Gu Yin's fingers. It turned out that the core of the spirit stone had a life limit, which was Gu Yin's second major discovery today.

When I finally walked out of the dense fog and bamboo forest, the morning sun slapped softly on my face through the clouds, as if I was in a different world, but there were old people stepping on the morning dew.

Gu Yin didn't remember which poem Wen Tingyan had written on it: The morning light disturbs dreams and dreams, and the mist in my heart suddenly opened yesterday.

She spent the night in the darkness in fright, joy, and sorrow, and was reassured by the people in front of her. When he stopped her into his arms, he was tired and found the most comfortable position to sleep sweetly.