Chance, sometimes in addition to luck and strength, scheming is also indispensable. Otherwise, the monks would have sat at home, waiting for an opportunity to come down from heaven.

The sword seemed to understand her words, and "buzzed" on the table a few times, as if in response to what she said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Shen Xingluo said, she was really unlucky today, first against a large group of low-level insects, and now she was forced to talk to a sword, and when she went out this time, she could consider going to the book cave to find out if there were any books on foreign languages.

"But I can acquiesce that you are agreeing to my request. ”

Immortal Sword had probably never seen such a brazen person, and it "buzzed" twice.

Then under Shen Xingluo's eyelids, at a speed that was unreachable by electric light, the "sigh" disappeared from the incense case and appeared above the red "cocoon".

"Poof!" The blessed Yuehua with spiritual power couldn't cut through the shell, so it was easily penetrated.

The red "cocoon" cracked in response, revealing the inside.

"Xiang'er!" Shen Xingluo was shocked and frightened.

She guessed the beginning, but she didn't guess the end anyway.

The fairy sword pierced from the Baihui acupoint on the top of Xiang'er's head, probably because it was blocked by the shell of the "cocoon", so it failed to completely submerge into her body, and the black hilt of the sword was still outside.

With a spiritual weapon, if the recognition of the Lord is successful, you will stay in the master's sea of knowledge or dantian. Needless to say, there is only one possibility for those who remain outside the body—to fail to confess the Lord.

There is only one end to failure, and the recognized person dies.

Whether it was Shen Xingluo's exclamation or the sharp pain of the fairy sword piercing into his body, it didn't make Xiang'er's pretty face change in the slightest.

It was as if she was completely asleep in another time, and there was only a shell left here that had nothing to do with her.

After the failure to recognize the master, the magic weapon will backfire on the unrecognized owner, and the fairy sword will not be an exception, which is a necessary means for the self-repair and evolution of the magic weapon.

I saw that Xiang'er's face quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a thin layer of transparent skin tightly attached to the facial bones. A beautiful and lovely little girl turned into a veritable human skin skeleton in the blink of an eye.

The seven holes of the skeleton's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose stared at Shen Xingluo calmly, like a strange mockery, sarcastic Shen Xingluo's indiscretion.

If others see that their little junior sister has become such a non-human and ghost-like appearance, they will probably be very sad and heartbroken. scolded himself a thousand times and ten thousand times in his heart, why did he bring his little sister out, why didn't he take care of her?

Seeing this scene, Shen Xingluo's heart was really about to drip blood.

She hates it so much~~~ The least favorite thing is always like this, watching it happen again and again, and there is nothing she can do.

Shen Xingluo lamented bitterly that he was unlucky and ill-fated. While calmly putting a gossip mirror engraved with a spirit gathering array under Xiang'er, he took out all the elixirs on his body.

First, he used spiritual power to wrap all the elixirs and melt them into aura one by one, turning them into a huge aura mass. The aura mass was then compressed to the size of a fist, and the aura inside was condensed into spiritual liquid under strong pressure.

Shen Xingluo suspended the aura mass between himself and Xiang'er, and used his spiritual power to guide the aura mass to draw out three spiritual threads.

One is connected to the Yin Hall between Xiang'er's forehead, one is in the middle of the chest, and the last one is introduced into the dantian, and the spiritual energy in the aura mass is injected into Xiang'er's body.

With the input of these three spiritual threads, Xiang'er's shriveled cheeks slowly plumped up, and her fleshy little face even revealed a faint flush.

The fairy sword counterattacked, although it absorbed all of Xiang'er's spiritual power in an instant, but fortunately it did not cut off her vitality, so it gave Shen Xingluo a chance to rescue.

The reason why she was able to deal with it so calmly and calmly was because she had seen this situation twice.

The first time was when Lu Yaozhi absorbed the wood spirit.

At that time, they were only five years old, and although they started early and knew more than their peers, they saw that the playmates they played with and made trouble with each other turned into wooden people, and they were so frightened that they cried on the spot.

The second time was when Cheng Fang received the ancient cultivation inheritance, although that time was also dangerous, but Cheng Fang itself had the strength. And she not only had an experience, but also got the common guidance of the master and the two Yuanying masters, and knew how to deal with such a thing again to help them tide over the difficulties. Therefore, the inheritance of Chengfang is not dangerous.

Of course, this time was no exception, but the level of the immortal sword was too high, far higher than the Wood Spirit and the Ancient Cultivation Inheritance. In addition, Xiang'er is her little junior sister, so she did not hesitate to help, and even took out the spare pills.

As a small tyrant with a lot of money, the amount of pills on Shen Xingluo's body was enough to pile up a monk with mediocre qualifications to the middle stage of the Jindan. She poured out her pockets, not only to bring Xiang'er back from the dead, but also to help her subdue the fairy sword.

That's what she thought.

And many accidents in the world appear outside the scope of "so thought", and they are always so unprepared.

As soon as the aura entered Xiang'er's body, the effect was immediate. But after two or three breaths, the blush on Xiang'er's face faded, her little face became transparent again, and her cheeks faintly showed signs of concavity.

Shen Xingluo hurriedly increased the input of aura, groping for a balance point, so that the aura would not be too wasted in output: not too little, let the fairy sword eat Xiang'er's body.

But the demand for spiritual energy in the fairy sword is too great, and when the spiritual qi mass is only the size of a thumb, Xiang'er's little face is still pale, and her lips are bloodless.

The only difference was that a pained expression finally appeared on her face, which meant that the fairy sword had begun to invade her sea of knowledge.

If Xiang'er's sea of knowledge can resist the erosion of the fairy sword and engulf the fairy sword in turn, she can successfully become one of the few immortal masters who was recognized by the immortal weapon at that time.

Otherwise, she would have to fall here.

Xiang'er's sea of knowledge has just been opened, it is very narrow, and compared with the power of the fairy sword, it is like an ant giant elephant, which is not worth talking about.

Shen Xingluo is also very clear about this, but this is an internal war, she can't intervene, the only thing she can do is to ensure the input of spiritual energy, so that Xiang'er will not worry about the future.

Although the current Xiang'er may not know anything, and he doesn't understand anything.

However, the tricky thing at the moment is that the aura is getting less and less, and there is no more elixir on her body.

What to do?