Wang Weijun couldn't laugh anymore, as he estimated at the beginning, the bead was really getting bigger and bigger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the beads became the size of a millstone, the eighteen beads spun with great momentum, and even the wind and thunder came out.

Fortunately, the Huiquan Courtyard has become a forbidden place for the sect, and outsiders cannot come to check it out without permission.

But all this was seen by Yongji, he was quite shocked in his heart, he didn't know what kind of magic weapon Mi Xiaojing was cultivating, it would be so powerful, it could make him vaguely feel threatened, you must know that he is a big realm higher than Mi Xiaojing, and his strength is not comparable to Mi Xiaojing at all.

Yongji was surprised by this, he was able to make himself feel a hint of threat, which showed that the magic weapon cultivated by Mi Xiaojing was very unusual, and he naturally couldn't imagine that what Mi Xiaojing cultivated was just a string of prayer beads, and the purpose was not to fight, just to replenish the power of Xinggang in his body at any time.

However, Yongji only checked it a little, and then returned to the room, he didn't have extra time to worry about, or cultivation was more realistic, to a cultivator of his level, in fact, life was very boring, every day in addition to cultivation or cultivation.

Mi Xiaojing is also very helpless, it was originally eighteen prayer beads, but now it has become eighteen huge balls, not to mention put on the wrist, such a bunch of balls can be piled up into a small mountain, the diameter of a ball is higher than his body, it is simply unreasonable.

The surrounding groves have been completely destroyed by eighteen balls, and Mi Xiaojing really can't bless it anymore, he smiled bitterly: "What can I do? It's getting bigger and bigger, although this thing can float around, it can't go out with so many balls!"

Wang Weijun was also dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, and said, "The old man is also ...... I don't know what to do! ”

Mi Xiaojing almost vomited blood, and went out with eighteen giant balls? The key is that these eighteen giant balls are still very powerful, and it is estimated that they can destroy anything if they hit it.

Wang Weijun suddenly had an idea and said: "By the way, haven't you been inputting the power of Xinggang, you can absorb it and take a look." ”

Mi Xiaojing patted his head, and he forgot his original purpose: "That's right! I should try to absorb the power of Xinggang in it, I don't know if I can absorb it!"

"I want to think about how to absorb ......"

Do you want to stop and absorb the blessings of the mantra directly, or do you continue to bless the mantra while absorbing the power of the stars that have been input into it?

Mi Xiaojing kept pondering, he was very cautious about this, and told Wang Weijun his thoughts, hoping that he could guide him.

On the heart tower, Wang Weijun was still half-lying, his eyes had been staring at the seven copies of the Ancient Tribulation Pill Sutra, and he said very irresponsibly: "Whatever he is, you just try it first." ”

Mi Xiaojing was completely speechless, and he also knew that Wang Weijun was impatient.

Then absorb and look at the blessings at the same time.

Soon he made up his mind, anyway, if he tried it, there shouldn't be too many mistakes, Mi Xiaojing felt that since it could be input, it should be able to output.

While reciting the mantra, he tried to extract the power of Xinggang.

As a result, Mi Xiaojing was very disappointed, and he couldn't extract the slightest power of Xinggang, as if all the power of Xinggang that he had entered before was solidified in it.

After about ten minutes, Mi Xiaojing stopped: "I can't absorb it! It seems to be gone......

Wang Weijun said absentmindedly: "I can't suck it...... Then enter the power of Xinggang again, maybe it hasn't reached the limit. ”

"It's too big, if you continue to instill the power of Xinggang, will it explode?"

"I don't know ......"

Wang Weijun's mind was all on the Ancient Tribulation Pill Sutra, and he almost subconsciously answered Mi Xiaojing's inquiry, according to his thoughts, even if the rosary exploded, it would not be a big deal, and it would be enough to make a new string.

This forced Mi Xiaojing to ponder by himself, and at this time he thought of the puppet for the dead, and the puppet for the dead was forcibly plundered and copied by the mantra, so can the mantra be used again?

This time, Mi Xiaojing did not input the power of Xinggang, but kept blessing with mantras.

Then Mi Xiaojing saw an amazing scene, the rosary began to shrink, a little bit compressed by the mantra, Mi Xiaojing was very surprised, he had no interest in the big ball of the grinding disc at all, even if it couldn't be made into a tool to supplement the power of Xinggang, at least it had to be restored to the original bead string, which was one of the most important things in his limited memory.

It's good to be able to recover, and the other Mi Xiaojing doesn't care, and finally compresses the ball the size of a millstone to the size of a watermelon, but no matter how Mi Xiaojing recites the mantra, he can't further compress it, which makes him very depressed.

There was no way, Mi Xiaojing could only instill the power of Xinggang back again.

The rosary swelled up again, and Mi Xiaojing looked extremely depressed, what is this?

Just back and forth compression and expansion, re-compression, re-expansion, and re-expansion, it seems that there is no end, during this period, because Mi Xiaojing kept reciting the mantra and kept absorbing the starlight, although the rosary string did not recover, but his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Just when Mi Xiaojing was helpless, the mantra suddenly moved, as if the rosary had reached a certain limit, thus triggering the mantra.

In an instant, the mantra chains extended through the heart tower, directly wrapped around the surface of the rosary, at this time, the rosary at this time, the diameter reached three meters, it was simply a behemoth, and the rice scripture could not be compressed with the mantra.

Mi Xiaojing can clearly see that the mantra chain is entangled, he is no stranger to this process, when the mantra chain is wrapped for the dead puppet, that's it, Mi Xiaojing sat honestly, without any move, just observing the whole process.

When one of the rosaries was wrapped in mantra chains, there was a loud bang, and the rosary disappeared, followed by the second and the third...... Mi Xiaojing looked at it blankly, this is gone, but he vaguely had an answer in his heart.

Sure enough, after the eighteen rosaries disappeared, Mi Xiaojing's divine consciousness sank into the dantian, and immediately saw that the eighteen rosaries had entered the body, rotating around the dead puppet, with a thunder sword hanging above his head, and flying around the ancient tribulation pill sutra composed of mantras.

Mi Xiaojing couldn't cry or laugh, the dantian was a mess, there were substitute dolls, there were ancient robbery pills, there were eighteen prayer beads, there was a thunder sword, and there was an old man on the heart tower.

Wang Weijun is so envious that he is dying of envy, everything that can be included in his body has the potential of spiritual weapons, and as time goes by, with the nourishment of the power of Xinggang and the blessing of the mantra, these things have the possibility of becoming magic weapons and spiritual weapons, which is also amazing. (To be continued.) )