"In other words, I can try to break through the Primal Spirits?" Su Xiao looked at the Yuan Spirit in his hand with some suspicion, and had an unrealistic sense of dreaminess.

Linlu ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "No, it's still a little worse." ”

"You'll also need a large number of Primordial Spirit Fragments to complete the final accumulation, and this process may require more Primordial Spirit Fragments than you have absorbed before combined."

Su Xiao looked out the window with a dull expression, and the whole person was stupid: "It's not that it's almost there, why do you need so much?" ”

"Quantitative change causes qualitative change, which requires a large amount of accumulation, and the more the improvement relying on external forces reaches the bottleneck, the worse the effect."

Looking at the lost Su Xiao, Jiu Jiu comforted him empathetically: "You don't have to be sad. After all, being able to borrow external forces is also a kind of talent, and many students may not be able to successfully advance to the Yuan Spirit even if they have a large amount of external assistance. ”

"So. You'd better practice hard. How to adapt to the surging power and integrate it is also a topic worth studying. ”

Looking at the smile on the corner of Jiujiu's mouth, Su Xiao subconsciously shuddered and shook his head desperately.

Linlu was lying by the window, and said with some horror:

"It's snowing."

……

Thousands of miles away in the territory of the Han family, the parasitic spirit took the sleeping Ellie and bowed to Mrs. Han, the head of the Han family on the high platform, with a smile on her face.

"According to your wishes, I brought her back in its entirety."

"1.1 You got it that day, why did it take so long to come back?"

"I saw that I was happy to hunt and studied it for a few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ice pick pierced the parasitic spirit's body, splattering the ground with blood.

The parasite still smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You know, I won't use my real body, there's no point in you doing this. ”

And the maid beside Mrs. Han sneered and responded, "The melting snow of the head of the family can attack your body through your consciousness, so it's better for you to be honest." ”

"After all, it is the Han family with the longest inheritance, and I still understand the rules." The parasitic spirit still has a false smile, but a respectful attitude makes people not have the slightest affection for him.

"This child is the secret son of our Han family, what did you do to her."

"I heard that she had been in contact with the legendary Son of Luck, so I naturally wanted to see if she had gained anything from the Son of Luck.

Speaking of which. Who is the legendary son of luck? Three of the four people present actually had the protection of the Nine Spirit-level powers, which was a bit rare. ”

"That's not something you can relate to." Mrs. Han sighed deeply and said helplessly.

"I know what you mean." The parasitic spirit seemed to have a lot of respect for Madame Han, and even there was a bit of flattery in his tone.

"But you know me. If I had kept my curiosity under control, I wouldn't be me. ”

Mrs. Han was silent for a long time when she heard this, looked at the snow in the distance and did not speak, and after a while, she slowly spoke: "You look at the snow in the Holy Capital in the distance, but what is the difference?" ”

Hearing this, the parasitic spirit frowned slightly, turned his head curiously, looked at the holy capital in the distance, and thought about the intention of Mrs. Han's words.

The territory of the Han family is covered with snow all year round, so it is also called Baiyuan. I don't know how much snow is common every day, but now it is said that the snow in the holy capital has something special......

He looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see any clues, shook his head helplessly, made a gesture to Mrs. Han, and said respectfully:

"It's dull and I can't see anything special about this snow." 51 beautiful

"You're the most powerful spirit puppet here, so naturally you can't feel it. Feel it with your true being hidden in the Holy Capital. Mrs. Han had a little smile on the corner of her mouth, but her tone was very serious, not like she was joking.

Hearing this, the parasitic spirit's face changed, and he subconsciously took a step back, and rarely lost his mind: "How do you know!" Don't you ......?"

"Don't be nervous, I'll just show you the snow." Mrs. Han showed a playful smile, although she was over forty years old, she was already charming, and she looked like a girl in her twenties.

It's just that the heart of snow surrounded by that indifferent eyes destroys the girlish sense of her appearance.

Despite being only a spirit puppet, the parasitic spirit in the audience took a deep breath, nodded respectfully, and then lost its movement, like a machine that had lost its power, lifeless.

After a while, the spirit puppet of the parasitic spirit opened his eyes again, and asked with a slight trembling: "The snow in the Holy Capital is not ordinary snow, I actually have a feeling that the Yuan Spirit is oppressed. ”

Mrs. Han smiled mockingly: "The chess game of the temple is about to start, and there is no room for mistakes at this time."

So I advise you not to touch that thing. A trace of sadness flashed in Mrs. Han's eyes.

"That's a calamity that even that guy can't destroy."

The parasitic spirit didn't speak, and lowered its head to seriously ponder Madam Han's words.

He naturally who the guy in Mrs. Han's mouth was, but it was precisely because of this that he would be interested in the son of calamity in the holy capital, and he couldn't help but want to spy on the truth.

"I know where you're going." Mrs. Han said a little helplessly: "The technique in Aili's body is not something you can understand, and the things she obtained from the son of luck are not something you can touch, do you understand what I mean?" ”

The parasitic spirit took a deep breath and said, "I see, ma'am. Thank you for your teachings. As he spoke, he turned into a pool of blood, apparently giving up on the spirit puppet.

The maid beside Mrs. Han said with some concern: "Madam, did he really give up?" With his ability, what happens to the young lady......"

"He doesn't have that energy now, and he's probably thinking about how to leave the Holy Capital now." Mrs. Han showed a mocking smile, and there was an indescribable indifference in her eyes.

"That piece of snow contains the light of the gods, and now that the entire holy capital is connected by that piece of snow, he will soon have nowhere to escape."

"However, no one can leave the Holy Capital alive before the chess game begins."

"After all, that's God's chess game."

The snow outside the window not only made Linlu a little melancholy, but also made Su Xiao have the illusion of going crazy.

At the moment when Linlu shouted the sentence "It's snowing", he felt that his body was burning, and the power of the Yuan Spirit in his body involuntarily became agitated, running desperately, as if he wanted to forcibly advance to the Yuan Ling Person.

Jiujiu naturally noticed the abnormality for the first time, looking at Linlu, who was muttering to herself by the window, Su Xiao, who was red and seemed to be about to explode, gritted her teeth, pressed her chest hard, and said to herself with a gloomy face:

"That guy, can't you wait?"

As she spoke, a dark flame ignited on her body, and black lines appeared on her white arms, like shackles, gradually spreading towards Jiujiu's whole body.

Jiujiu struggled to crawl to the window, and dragged Linlu down from the window with all his might.

As she struggled to close the window, countless snowflakes drifted into the house with a nameless gust of wind.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the struggling Jiujiu finally lost his last consciousness, staring at the window with his eyes as if he was looking at something.

At this time, a pure white shrouded the entire holy capital outside the window, and countless fluttering snowflakes refracted the pure holy light, illuminating the entire holy capital, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night for a while.

In the white night, the lights of thousands of homes gradually lit up, and soon drowned in the pure white holy light, and then merged with it.

It's as if it never happened.