"These three spiritual artifacts can't take this stone platform at all, and their effects are only useful for the spirits below the four realms, and the spirits above the four realms are completely ineffective, not to mention that their spirituality is just the breath sealed in the first generation of saintesses, and they themselves can no longer be channeled again, and they are useless, so they have been here for hundreds of years, and they are only used as occasional exercise tools for templar students. Green Sleeves explained to Yi Jun.

"The order of use is exquisite, Yi Jun will have to wear the spirit armor first, then put the heart guard on the chest of the spirit armor, and finally put the phantom spirit shuttle on his head, especially to remind you that once these three spirit weapons play a role, it will be half an hour, and in this half an hour, no one can take these three things off you, and it is really painful. Wu Jiro said to Yi Jun at this time, and the muscles on his face twitched a little.

What can make Wu Jilang feel scared must be extraordinary, but Yi Jun has already decided that even if it is hard, he must exercise, otherwise, his already weak spiritual power will disappear, which is definitely not something he is willing to accept.

Without spiritual power, how can he gain a foothold in this world where spiritual power is respected, relying on wisdom? What are you kidding?

Without spiritual power, how could he continue to stay in this holy church? If he didn't enter the holy church, would he go to the top exam like his father? What are you kidding?

Without spiritual power, if you are not a spiritual person, how can you meet His Majesty the Emperor, how can you let your father return to the south? Rely on others? What are you kidding?

"Come on!" Yi Jun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the stone platform step by step.

Walking up to the stone platform, Yi Juncai saw a line of small words next to each spiritual artifact.

Condensing Spirit Armor: Quenching the true element, strengthening the body, cleaning the impurities of the true element, wearing it for a long time, the true element itself will become stronger and stronger.

Phantom Shuttle: Temper the spirit, condense the mind, strengthen the spirituality, wear it for a long time, and the mind is like a rope.

Heart Protector: Protect the dantian qi sea, maintain the clarity of the spiritual platform, protect it from evil spirits, and protect the integrity of the body and mind.

These are all introductions to the functions of the spiritual weapon, the text is neat and clear, presumably engraved by later generations, and there is no such handwriting as for the spiritual weapon itself.

According to Wu Jiro's reminder, he first came to the side of the spirit armor and stretched out his hand to grab the armor.

Grasping the armor in his hand, the armor was much lighter than expected, and it was not difficult to wear, as if as Yi Jun's fingers touched the armor, the armor that looked as if it was poured with gold water softened, and the pieces of armor leaf stretched out like feathers as Yi Jun's fingers touched it—it was worn by Yi Jun like a soft linen coat.

As Yi Jun tied the last string of the armor to his body, the golden light on the spirit armor flashed suddenly, and then, Yi Jun felt a tightness on his body, and the spirit armor changed in size on its own, and suddenly it was close to him - from the neck to the chest, to the abdomen, back, waist, legs, everything was tightly together, leaving no gaps at all, and even the clothes that Yi Jun was wearing were completely invisible.

The Spirit Condensing Armor was yellow, flashing with golden light, and at this time it became very fitting and stylish, which made Yi Jun feel very chic, very majestic, and very handsome, and other than that, there was no other feeling.

"There's no pain!" Yi Jun couldn't help but wonder.

However, this good feeling didn't last even three breaths, and Yi Jun felt that the armor suddenly became heavy—not ordinary heavy, but very heavy.

"Papapa......" Yi Jun felt that the bones in his body were pressed, he was sweating like pulp, and his legs quickly trembled.

The pressure gradually increased, Yi Jun's head was bruised, more sweat came out of his body, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he gradually panted like a cow.

It's just that Yi Jun didn't fall - this is not to say that Yi Jun has perseverance and endurance or anything, but that spirit armor is very magical, Yi Jun's legs have begun to tremble, and he wants to kneel, but the armor controls Yi Jun's knee and does not let it bend, Yi Jun wants to fall, and the armor actually instantly becomes longer, supporting Yi Jun's entire body, so that he can't fall down at all.

And the weight of that armor is still increasing.

"Tired, painful, broken bones!" Yi Jun couldn't help but exclaim, his expression was hideous, and Feng Cheng and Qian Tao next to him were frightened and retreated.

"Hurry up and put on your heart goggles!" Green Sleeves, Han Wu, and Wu Jilang shouted loudly, eager to step forward to help Yi Jun put that thing on, but they didn't dare to take a second step anymore.

There is no way for the heart goggles to be worn by others, if others touch it, then it is the person who touches it, not Yi Jun - Han Wu, Green Sleeves, Wu Jilang and others have a low realm, they are only in the second realm, and there is no way to resist the breath of the first saint of these three spirit weapon seals, and there is no way to help Yi Jun.

From the panicked shouts of everyone, Yi Jun also felt the urgency of the matter, and endured the pressure like a mountain, Yi Jun reached out and grabbed the swarthy mirror.

As soon as he grabbed the mirror, a bright light flashed on the mirror, and the Spirit Armor also opened a hole, and the heart guard suddenly flew in, clinging to Yi Jun's chest.

As the heart goggles came into contact with Yi Jun's body, Yi Jun suddenly felt a light force enter his body, and his whole body became comfortable.

Taking advantage of this moment's relaxation, Yi Jun picked up the phantom spirit shuttle like a wooden fish again and put it on his head.

The magic happened again, and after the phantom shuttle reached Yi Jun's head, it suddenly cracked, turned into a hat shape, and then put it on Yi Jun's head.

As this thing wrapped around Yi Jun's head, Yi Jun felt an extremely terrifying coercion appear in his mind, and his whole body stiffened in fright, and the next moment, Yi Jun felt countless steel needles stabbing towards the depths of his mind.

"It hurts!" Yi Jun couldn't help but scream, his body bounced up, and then he fell straight to the ground.

However, the Spirit Armor stretched out at the moment when Yi Jun was about to fall to the ground, straightening him again, and at the same time, the heart guard released Dao Guanghua, forcibly pulling Yi Jun back from the brink of coma, making him wake up again.

However, being awake means clearly feeling the coercion encountered in your mind, feeling the heaviness brought by the Spirit Armor, and also means feeling the pain clearly.

Yi Jun couldn't help but let out a heart-rending scream again, and his body bounced up again.

Seeing Yi Jun's situation, not to mention Feng Cheng and Qian Tao, even Wu Jilang, who was as hard as iron, turned pale and retreated again and again, Yi Jun's miserable screams awakened his memory of using these three spiritual weapons, and the situation at that time seemed to be staged again, making his face pale, cold sweat flowed down his body, and he soon wet all his clothes.