Fu Yi has experienced the pain of broken bones, the pain of cracking the meridians and intestines, the pain of washing the essence and cutting the marrow of the sword qi into the body, and many times she was seriously injured in the battle of life and death and almost lost her breath, and the injuries repeatedly tortured her for several months, and she survived the pain smoothly.

Whenever the pain was unbearable, she clenched her teeth, clenched her fists, and tried to prevent herself from breaking down and crying, at most she snorted, and refused to shed a tear when she twitched and rolled on the ground.

Tears are such a thing, except for the affection of relatives and friends, it is a waste of time to shed for anything, it is a waste of energy and time, and it does not play any role. With this in mind, Fu Yi has always asked herself to face the pain with an indestructible heart, but this time, she really couldn't help it.

"Ahh

In the forest, the palm-sized birds were startled by the scream, and the sound of flapping wings was soon drowned out by another scream.

"Ahhh

The clothes rolled uncontrollably on the ground, but there was nowhere to put their hands, because they were tearing from the hair to the toenails, and no matter which place they were covered, they couldn't stop the sharp pain. Her soul seemed to be grabbed by several pairs of large hands, each dragging in different directions, and her eyes had some difficulty even seeing, and only tears were dripping uncontrollably.

She felt that she didn't take the initiative to cry, it was all like an instinctive reaction of her body, and she even felt that she could no longer control her physical body, and could only let the power in the lightsaber turn into thousands of wisps and drill into every inch of her body.

Fortunately, after half an hour, she finally realized that the lightsaber had no intention of killing her.

This sword soul from ancient times was very interested in her and Qiankun, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she couldn't wait to integrate into Qiankun, which reminded her of the fat bug, and he also took the initiative to jump into Qiankun and voluntarily dedicated his strength to her and Qiankun.

The same is true of the lightsaber, but it is too powerful, so powerful that it far exceeds the range that the clothes can bear, it would be good if it was able to sacrifice the universe in time to fuse with it, but who knew that it was so excited that it directly drilled the dantian of the clothes.

Everyone wants to have great power, but that has to be able to control it, whisking and crying to summon the lightsaber, she can't imagine how miserable she looks now, if she is seen, the wisdom that she has managed to break through in this life will be completely ruined.

The aggressiveness of the sword qi is actually not strong, and while the clothes are in pain, they can feel the kindness conveyed by the sword soul, it seems to want to transform her physical body into a more powerful body, drilling into the depths of the bones inch by inch, and forcing all the impurities in the flesh and blood out of the body.

The five internal organs, the meridian dantian, and even the sea of knowledge have not escaped its forcible transformation.

The sword soul hung above the dantian double fish, absorbing the breath of the black fish while merging with Qiankun, and the sword qi emitted was seven or eight percent similar to her original sword qi, and at this time, the severe pain was finally alleviated.

Fuyi finally regained a trace of reason, but he had not yet fully regained control of his body, and the whole person was lying flat on the ground in a large shape, and the good thing was that he was finally able to stop crying.

The breeze blew across her cheeks, drying her tears and making her hair messy. Fu Yi sighed resignedly, letting the black fish breath continue to pour into Qiankun, helping it refine the sword soul, and also allowing the wayward sword soul to continue to emit sword qi and inject every inch of her body.

When Zhihai became conscious from numbness, Fu Yi hurriedly sacrificed the array plate and buried it in the ground, supported his hands on the ground and forcibly straightened up, closed his eyes upward, and immersed himself in the pain that was good for him.

Fused with the sword qi of the sword soul, it is like a handful of prepared spiritual tea integrated with hot spiritual spring water, the original spiritual tea is also full of aroma, but only by adding just the right amount of hot water can this aroma be brought into full play.

At this moment, Qiankun's sword qi is like this, the integration of the sword soul not only improves its strength, but also sublimates its spirit, and its aura is not much the same as before.

Although the sword soul is a little out of the way, after all, after hundreds of thousands of years of precipitation, it has its own calm and detached side. All this is integrated into the universe, like instilling countless scripture truths into the child's mind, even if it cannot be fully understood for a while, at least it can make the child mature and sublimated.

"Huh?" After another two hours, Fu Yi finally stopped being in severe pain, but there was still sword qi swimming in her bones, which made her a little surprised. "Could it be that this is to continue to help me condense the sword bone? Oh, I am very satisfied with condensing Sancheng in the middle stage of foundation building, and it is easy to be proud if I continue like this." ”

As soon as the clothes recovered relaxed, they began to tremble, and they had such a big opportunity, which made her feel a kind of excitement that fell from the sky, and the key was that she had talked about it, which gave her a kind of joy blessing that made her wish come true.

The sword qi was indeed destroying the bones that she couldn't destroy before, and some time ago, Qiankun's strength was not enough to continue to improve her, so she could only combine it with the black fish breath and slowly dip into it. But with the fusion of sword souls, it is not difficult for the sword qi to destroy her body, and it is naturally not a problem to transform the bones.

"You can't rush it, it's better to transform it again, it's not enough to achieve it now, and it's not a good thing that the bones are too strong. "Fu Yi understands the truth that the monk is too precedented, the structure of the monk is exquisite, from the body to the soul, from the meridians to the dantian, they are all complementary and perfectly coordinated.

If a certain place is too powerful, such as the soul, then the physical realm cannot keep up, and it will cause the phenomenon of soul incompatibility, and in serious cases, it will even endanger life. The same is true for the coordination between bones and body, if the bones are unilaterally strengthened, and the flesh and blood, internal organs and internal organs cannot keep up with the realm, then it is easy to make mistakes when acting.

Xu is because he has completely integrated into Qiankun, and the sword soul without the will and thinking ability is now the Qiankun sword, after hearing the master's heart, it naturally slowed down the speed of destroying the weak part of the bone, and as soon as the sword qi converged, the pain was reduced a little more.

Fuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and silently calculated in her heart, she had been suffering in severe pain for two days and two nights, no wonder her throat was dry and sore at this time, as if she had used up all the crying and screaming in this life.

"Ahem, fortunately there is no one here, otherwise it would be a shame and a big loss. Fu Yi happily wiped a handful of sweat, felt the last trace of sword qi return to the dantian, and sacrificed wisps of black fish breath to begin to repair the destroyed bones.

An hour later, Fu Yi found that his current state was more than ten times stronger than when he condensed the forty percent sword bones in his previous life, and he had a feeling that thunder could not be broken. "I don't know if it's an illusion, let Xiaoyun try it for me in the future......"

Sensing that Qiankun was a little tired after fusing the sword soul, he used the black fish breath to wrap it, and told it to rest well, and the remaining power was slowly refined in the future.

After getting up and closing the formation, Fu Yi planned to leave the Dongqing Hall to go to the secret realm, but he didn't know that he had walked far forward, and suddenly felt a sigh coming from the hall behind him.