When Ye Junxiu left, Shen Xingluo was too young, he only remembered a small, cute little girl, and he didn't connect the person in front of him with the word "little junior sister" at all.

He looked at the pool of blood on the ground and said in surprise: "Little Daoyou, don't be so excited. ”

After a pause, he seemed to think of something again, and said gently: "Don't worry, although Ye is not a decent gentleman, he also knows that he will never take advantage of others." And you and I are out of the same door and cruel to the same family, Ye will never do it. ”

The grade of this sword is indeed good, but his natal magic weapon has been cultivated for more than two hundred years, and he doesn't want to change to a sword cultivator, and he is happy to see that the little junior sister of the same sect can get such a great opportunity.

Shen Xingluo stabilized his mind and cast a spell again to infuse the spiritual power into Xiang'er's body. It's just such a short interruption, and Xiang'er's face has become a little more transparent.

Ye Junxiu raised his head and looked around suspiciously, four huge murals, bright colors, revealing the simple and bold style of people in distant ancient times, the tall golden pillars were almost blinding his eyes, and the altar under his feet was made of a whole piece of big bluestone, and the scenery of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter was engraved on all sides, and the sun, moon and stars were engraved on it and echoed with the pearl stars above his head.

No matter how you look at it, it is clear that this is a magnificent sacrificial temple built in ancient times.

But Ye Junxiu always felt that something was wrong, but if you want him to say something wrong, he couldn't say it all of a sudden.

"Alas, it's all those damned animals, and it's all the best in my head, so it seems that I'll have to take care of it when I go back. Ye Junxiu patted his head vigorously with his hand.

Shen Xingluo originally thought that Ye Junxiu would be the first to instruct him on how to subdue the Immortal Sword, but who knew that he just stood next to him for a while, and then he slammed his head twice as if he was crazy, without revealing the slightest intention of helping, and couldn't help but be secretly anxious in his heart.

Ye Junxiu sighed to himself for a while, and then checked the other parts of himself to make sure that everything was intact except for the rust that had been born out of his brain.

"It's too thin, wait until I go back and let Mingdelou's little plums make something good, just eat it back." ”

After solving several of his own problems, Ye Junxiu remembered that he was still struggling with his little fellow who was on the line of life and death.

"Oh, little fellow Daoist, you can't solve the problem like this. Ye Jun cultivated.

......

If he wasn't afraid to speak, he would have lost his spiritual power, and Shen Xingluo would have scolded him a long time ago. Where is her third senior brother who is brilliant and can write brilliantly, maybe not a fool.

"I remember that there were a lot of termites here, did you kill and clean them up?"

Shen Xingluo is a person who loves cleanliness very much, since it is cleaning, it is natural to clean it cleanly. The termites were blown to pieces by the fire, mixed in the desert-like crystal sand, without a trace. Naturally, they were all included in the green jade gourd by Shen Xingluo.

Could it be that she, the third senior brother who is like a nervous path, still has to fight for these termites?

Oh my God, how could she have such a wonderful third senior brother.

Thinking that she was so big, everyone told her how talented her senior sister was, how clever her second senior brother was, and how amazing her third senior brother was.

But the bitterness of this is only known to her, a little junior sister.

Senior sister, she retreats all day long and doesn't ask about the world. After three years and two years, it is not easy to meet, and the face is as cold as frost enough to freeze all species within three miles, and he will always only say one sentence: "Senior sister, check your homework." "It's just a curse.

Second senior brother, don't mention it. That is a nine-tailed fox, even the head of the nine, since he was sensible, under his obscenity, he fought wits and courage to fight for his own living space. It's coming, and finally leaving, and actually leaving a big mess of bad things from the dust hall to her.

All her hopes are pinned on the third senior brother who is traveling far away, and the third senior brother in her memory is gentle and funny, considerate and will take care of people. will give her delicious gelding tea jelly, and will use spells to turn fireflies to make her happy.

Nine out of ten of the jade books she read came from the handwriting of the third senior brother. In the past ten years, those jade slips with witty words and exquisite words have long beautified Ye Junxiu's image without flaws.

Behold...... Imagination is always happy, reality is always incomplete.

No matter how rich Shen Xingluo's mental activities were at the moment, Ye Junxiu couldn't feel it, and he was still expressing his opinion bitterly: "Alas, you little Taoist friend, why can't you live so well." Those termites have mutated because they have been assimilated by the influence of the magic weapons here, and the spiritual power in their bodies has already belonged to the same source as this sword. ”

Huh? And so it goes.

This altar was buried by termite excrement for thousands of years, Ye Junxiu probably didn't see this sword when he came in, how did he know so much. Therefore, Shen Xingluo was very skeptical of this statement.

In fact, she didn't know that the higher the level of spiritual weapons, the more spiritual they are, and they will have their own sense of belonging to the territory just like animals. Termites have lived here for a long time, and on the surface, it seems that termites occupy this sacrificial temple, so why not be a guardian beast attached to himself summoned by Fairy Sword in his own way?

If it weren't for a family like Shen Xingluo, who was completely reckless and only pursued destruction. This sword can be buried here for a long time, and no one will ever know about it except for termites.

"Although the spiritual power in the body of a termite is limited, but gathering a small amount makes a lot, so many termites, how much spiritual power can be refined. Ye Junxiu sighed deeply, "Where did you throw the corpses of termites, go down to help you refine them, help this little Taoist friend, and repay you for saving your life." ”

Before he finished speaking, the figure flashed and had already floated out, and his voice still came tenaciously: "Was it thrown outside the sacrificial temple?" Alas, this sacrificial temple is underground, and the labyrinth built with maze stones outside, so many termite corpses have blocked the maze, and we can't get out." ”

I can't hear, I can't hear......

Shen Xingluo silently took a deep breath and took out the green jade gourd.

The spiritual power of termites and the fairy sword come from the same source, and I think the aura in the crystal sand should also be the original power of the fairy sword. With so much crystal sand, the spiritual power gathered is much more than that of termites.

This time, Shen Xingluo learned smartly, she cast a spell directly on the green jade gourd, and made the green jade gourd fall upside down on the top of Xiang'er's head. Refining the spiritual power inside, she slowly poured it into her Baihui acupoint in the control, wrapping the entire sword body.

The hilt of the sword, which had not moved before, was like the land of a long drought and rain, and the excited white light flashed and trembled slightly.

Hey!

Shen Xingluo's spirit was shocked, he straightened his waist, and concentrated more on refining aura.

As the aura increased, the hilt of the sword slowly became smaller, and Xiang'er's wound slowly healed.