The shattered soul stone is in the previous jade plate, and the spirit is already in his hands, and the next thing is to repair it.

Nian Nian gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and sat cross-legged on the ground with a skirt. Her robe was raised, and a milky white mist wrapped in a pale blue fluorescence hovered up and down in the air.

Nian Nian Yu's hand stretched out horizontally, slowly forming a handprint, what she had to do now was to erase the self-protection consciousness in the spirit, and then let it act according to its own consciousness, and then pull it into the soul stone.

As the aura fluctuated year after year, the surrounding air formed a circle of ripples like water ripples, and the diffused invisible energy shook the pale blue fluorescence suspended in mid-air into a flickering light and dark, like a ghost fire. And this spirit is naturally unwilling to be ordered by others, and is trying to escape, struggling desperately.

I saw the light blue fluorescence turn into a tiny long line that jumped up and down throughout the room, and the strong wind that brought it up blew the things in the house to the ground.

Xiaoxi outside was startled when she heard the messy noise inside, and wanted to call someone, but she was a little hesitant when she remembered Nian Nian's instructions, so she could only anxiously go back and forth in circles.

Nian Nian Liu's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he didn't expect the resistance of this small wisp of spirit to be so violent. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said secretly in her heart, I have lived for hundreds of years in terms of age, and I don't know how much longer than your grandfather's grandfather, I still don't believe that I can't control you!

Every year, the aura around the body has launched more violent fluctuations, but the spirit is like a naughty child, you chase him, you stop him, and run to you to show off proudly, which makes every year very unhappy.

The corners of her mouth curled, and she thought of a solution. Nian Nian stopped the attack of spiritual power, took out an emerald green bamboo flute from his arms, and gently stroked the scars on the surface, as if to appease it not to be afraid of pain. She pointed the hole of the bamboo flute to her lips and poured out a leisurely rhythm.

At first, I learned music because it was boring, at that time, my brother was in retreat, and I couldn't see him, and most of the time I saw him, he was playing with the strings without a match. Probably impressed by his peerless bearing when he played the piano, so he also came up with the idea of learning music rhythm, but subconsciously he didn't want to choose the same instrument with him.

The rhythm can be used as a means of attack, and the hidden immortal energy in the sound wave can hit the opponent unexpectedly, but he doesn't like to fight every year, so he picked the immortal art of the side door and left path that affects the mind of the person in the rhythm and practiced a few percent. This kind of immortal magic is only effective for ordinary people or people with low cultivation, so when the immortal world besieged Chuanshan, he didn't use this immortal magic at all, so as not to be found out that it was Chuanshan's spell and he couldn't explain it clearly.

However, she also found that during that siege, she could communicate with the mind of spiritual things, and although her flute could not make the opponent give up the attack, it could weaken the consciousness of the attack, so she would be so easy to subdue the eight silver darts that day.

From this, I thought of using the sound of the flute to soothe the frightened spirit, and then slowly erase its own consciousness.

Since the hard ones can't be used, the soft ones will come, and if the robberies can't be forced, let's have some soft policies. A series of ethereal sounds that were beautiful and graceful, like the valley of a mountain spring falling into the hollow, echoed repeatedly in the hut, glowing with the magical power of tranquility.

It worked, and the confused spirit gradually stopped fleeing in a chaotic manner, drifting slowly to the sound of the song, and finally swayed like a feather as if asleep.

And Nian Nian's mind is also slowly infiltrating into its consciousness, at this time Nian Nian seems to have entered a wonderful situation, she slightly lowered her eyes as if dozing, consciousness and movements move with her heart, the heart lake is calm and peaceful, she is stepping in the air without waves like a mirror lake, in front of a light blue fluorescent.

Nian Nian beckoned gently, and a light blue streamer swam happily like a fish, wrapping around her green jade fingers.

It was successful, and Nian Nian shouted in surprise in his heart.

What she didn't know was that the whole morning had passed.

Nian Nian stroked the well-behaved blue streamer, and there was some pampering in his eyes, it was like his own pet, listening to her alone.

After a long time, Nian Nian opened her eyes, and the sound of the song gradually stopped, and she looked at the pale blue fluorescence that was quietly suspended in mid-air, and the latter seemed to have fallen asleep.

Now that the protective consciousness in this spirit has been removed, Nian Nian can now give orders to it according to his own will.

I got up and rubbed my aching arms and my legs, which were not very moving, and rolled my eyes every year, this is really a physical work, I really don't know how those who retreat and retreat every day do it.

How can a person like Brother Wuwu, who has been in retreat for three years, endure this kind of pain that he can't even feel whether he exists or not in the end? I think about it every year.

There was still a day and a half before the three-day deadline, but Nian Nian didn't know if the broken soul stone could be fused with her own blood, so she didn't dare to hold it up, and sat down cross-legged again after resting for a while.

As soon as his mind moved, the light blue fluorescent hovered in front of him, lining the entire room like a dream, and the aura fluctuated violently, like a whirlwind blowing small strands, and this time it was holding up all the soul stones on the ground into the air.

Although there are many pieces, they are abundant in spiritual energy every year, and the stones are small, so they are not laborious.

The fragments were rapidly circling around the light blue spirit under the impetus of the aura, and the air was so thick with fog that it was impossible to see the real scene. Year after year, the wide-sleeved clothes fluttered and danced, the pale gold notches on the forehead flickered slightly like the brightest stars, and a delicate and beautiful face was shrouded in a faint color of tranquility, quiet and indifferent, like the Yaotai jade phoenix in full bloom to the extreme, condensing snow and arrogance.

She squeezed out a drop of crimson blood from between her fingers, and with a flick of her hand, the blood beads burst into a blood mist in the air, enveloping the spirit and the surrounding rubble.

The surface of the gravel shone with a faint golden light, and the invisible pull made them gather with each other, and the thin blood mist pulled into filaments, netting every tiny part.

The space in which they gather is getting smaller and smaller, and the reticulated blood filaments compress again, faintly forming a spherical shape.

Every year, when I see that this method is effective, my heart is happy and my spirit is also lifted. She was just about to stop, presumably in a short time the soul stone would be restored, and the cracks would be repaired.

Who knew that as soon as she moved, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. The reticulated bloodshot thread didn't move, and the blood-colored thread pulled from the end of her right index finger didn't cut off.

Nian Nian thought that the blood supply could not be cut off during the repair process, so she no longer moved, she sat quietly, like an old monk in meditation, and the fragrance of a room was wafting like a ghost. Before I knew it, the light in the room slowly dimmed.

The moon shadow climbed the branches, and the bright moonlight passed through the window, bringing in a wisp of silent fragrance belonging to the night.

She looked around in confusion, her head gradually returned to clarity, she was repairing the soul stone, looking at the current sky, it was estimated that it was late at night, why wasn't it over yet?

Nian Nian looked at the fragments of the soul stone glowing with golden light in mid-air, and a faint trace of red was faintly visible shuttling between them, which was her blood.

Nian Nian was secretly surprised in her heart, she wanted to move, she must have been sour after sitting for so long, but she suddenly frowned, and an ominous premonition crossed her heart.

Why can't you move? Every year, I tried hard again and confirmed my thoughts, and my heart sank. It was as if she was now frozen in place, unable to move at all, meaning that she had lost control of her body.

This kind of inability to move is different from the inability to numb hands and feet, and I know every year that something must have happened in it. She struggled a few times with all her might, only to find that the more she struggled, the more she could suppress her, and the stronger the golden light that appeared in mid-air.

Nian Nian looked at her fingers, thinking to herself, could the problem be with this soul stone? She tried to cut off the blood connection between the two, but as soon as Nian Nian had this thought, she felt a strong force pass through her fingertips, and then scurry around her body, and then felt a burst of vertigo, which was the result of a large amount of blood loss.

Nian Nian suddenly realized in his heart that after the spirituality in this soul stone was activated by himself, he actually wanted to turn against the guest, and after discovering that Nian Nian's blood could help it restore its spirituality, he wanted to drain her blood.

Every year, there was a burst of anger, what is the situation, just a soul stone is so greedy, she pouted, just a broken stone, I am afraid that you will not succeed! Her eyes were firm, there seemed to be golden sparks dancing in her eyes, and as soon as her heart moved, a huge aura was released from all parts of her body, surging and cascading like ocean waves, roaring towards the soul stone in mid-air.

The soul stone was like a small boat in a storm, and soon lost the power to resist, and a wisp of consciousness was transmitted to Nian Nian through blood, indicating that he was willing to admit defeat.

Nian Nian moved his fingers, cut off the connection of blood, stood up with the chair beside him, and pointed to the soul stone in mid-air and threatened viciously: "Give me a good repair, if there is a pit on the surface, I will bring back the blood you sucked me, and then dismantle you in eight pieces and throw you into an ordinary stone pile." ”

The golden light in mid-air flickered slightly, as if he understood her words. Only then did he sit down satisfied. She was a little careless this time, originally a drop of blood could solve the problem, but she lost so much blood for no reason, and her face became a little pale and transparent every year.

It seems that she is looking for something delicious to replenish her body, and she thinks in a daze every year, she is tired for a day, consumes physical strength and energy, and falls asleep with her head propped up.

By the time she woke up again, it was noon the next day, and the sun was warm on a sunny autumn day, and she stretched out and jumped down from her chair, when suddenly a glowing spherical object rolled straight down from mid-air and levitated in front of her.

The spherical object was enveloped in a thick white mist, emitting a soft glow continuously.

Nian Nian frowned and poked the round orb, "Yo, it's recovered." Where's the flower soul inside? Show me. ”

The white mist dissipated, the brand-new soul stone rotated steadily, and a white Yaotai jade phoenix stood tall inside, and the layers of petals rolled inward neatly, like a thousand layers of snow waves, glowing with crystal clear light.

Every year, with a move of the jade hand, the soul stone fell into the palm of the hand, and the tentacles were cool and smooth, like a crystal ball.

Exhaled heavily, Nian Nian was very satisfied, thinking to himself how proud the queen, Ruolan and the little princess were, they must let them suffer a dumb loss again! Nian Nian's wonderful eyes were shining with cunning.

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