I rely on coffins to run amok in the cultivation world

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

    With the loss of spiritual power, Yi Zhonglou became impatient and became more and more impatient. The breath was chaotic, and in the end, he couldn't even gather spiritual energy anymore.

    After midnight, he had to give up healing and check his body instead.

    If the aura cannot be aroused, it must be a problem with the meridian tendons or the spiritual mansion. If the meridian tendons are injured, there is still a chance for recuperation, but if the spiritual mansion is injured, it is impossible to forge golden pills. Although he is destined not to form an alchemy, his mission has not been completed, and his weak strength is a problem after all.

    If the strength of this body was deeper, he would not have suffered a disadvantage last night.

    Yi Zhonglou narrowed his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision, he touched the altar lightly with his sword fingers to check his body. The spiritual power swam around in the body, unimpeded.

    Jingjin Lingfu is good, he breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth again.

    However, the collected aura is still the same as the previous few times. Once it pours into the body, it will be lost inexplicably, and he can't absorb even a ray of aura.

    Yi Chonglou was confused, and his slender brows were serious.

    He hung his eyes and pondered. After a while, perhaps he had made some kind of decision. He sat down cross-legged again, and made a complicated gesture with the fingers resting on both knees.

    In the empty room, a wisp of mist slowly emerged.

    This wisp of mist was originally as thin as smoke, but as he entered into meditation, the mist became heavier and heavier, and finally, it was so thick that it blocked all sight.

    "Call me out, have you decided?" There was no sorrow or joy, a cold voice like an ice cone sounded in the room.

    It seemed that only Yi Chonglou could hear this sound, and Sha Zhou, who was always vigilant across the wall, was completely unaware of the strange situation here.

    The person in the dense fog is just a phantom, whose appearance is vague and indistinct. Only those eyes resembled Yi Chonglou.

    "The plan failed. She has never absorbed the power of the Demon Lord, and she seems to have changed after she came out of the thunder calamity. If I stay, it may affect the plan." Yi Chonglou nodded, watching the figure.

    "Since that's the case, create a demon for her, and then return. As long as the demon is not eliminated, she will never be able to break free from the shackles of her soul consciousness." One person and one shadow met their eyes and communicated with their consciousness. After a while,

    phantom Then it sank into Yi Zhonglou's forehead.

    As the phantom disappeared, Yi Zhonglou gradually began to climb with a breath of air all over his body.

    The man who was obviously seriously injured and had a vain breath recovered in the blink of an eye. Not only that, since the original owner, Sha Zhou, had stopped at the initial stage of foundation establishment when he first met him, he also jumped forward a lot in a strange way, and stopped firmly at the completion of foundation establishment in an instant.

    Shazhou, who had drawn five upper-grade talismans, was adjusting his breath and energy, and was about to resume work after a short recovery. Unexpectedly, the sudden rising breath from the next door brought her back to her senses while she was meditating.