After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 95
In the Magic Flower Secret Realm, it took Lingyin a long time to refine the Chaos Divine Stone into a space that could be carried with her.

But the situation in the space is a bit unsatisfactory, it is empty, there is nothing, not even the land where medicinal materials can be planted.For a moment, she didn't know what she had created such a space for.

"Don't underestimate it, it can accommodate everything. If you come across a spirit mine in the future, you can move the spirit mine into the space of the god stone, so that there will be spirit energy in the space, and you can't do anything else?"

"Can it hold spiritual mines?" Lingyin was puzzled. Like her hidden space and ring space, one can only store medicinal materials, and the other can only store small objects. Brother spend money?
When the space is full of spiritual power, you don't need to sleep in the open air for future experience, and you can run into the space to practice anytime and anywhere, and even avoid disasters.

Unexpectedly, the sword spirit didn't mock her, "You'll know when you use it later. I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me."

Lingyin knew that it was because of her sudden anger that she let Liyoujian fight against the powerful immortal power, causing the sword spirit to be injured.After that, he needs to sleep for a long time every once in a while. Fortunately, there is a cold pool in the secret realm that is full of aura, which is very suitable for it to cultivate, so Lingyin will sink the Liyou sword into the cold pool during his deep sleep.

When I came out of the space, I didn't see my brother, maybe I went to catch prey and prepare lunch.Although she is in the early stage of foundation establishment, she can barely eat bigu for two or three days, and can eat bigu pills when she is hungry, but she always does not eat the fireworks of the world. It is inevitable to regret in life, and she has failed to live up to the delicacies in the secret realm.

Familiar with the familiar way to find the cold pool, Lingyin, as usual, condensed blue spiritual power in the heart of his right hand, and slowly escorted Li Youjian into the water.

When she turned around and wanted to go back, she heard the sound of bubbling, bubbling and splashing water in the cold pool, which disappeared after a while, and Lingyin approached curiously.

The sword spirit said that this cold pool has been at least hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no life in the water.

Standing behind the blue stone, through the ice-blue water, Lingyin rubbed her eyes when she saw the man who was about to sink to the bottom.

He Yu? !
Why did he run into the cold pool?

Not caring about other things, Lingyin rolled up her sleeves, and let out the vines of Muyang Jue to wrap around. The turquoise vines resisted the icy cold water, tightly entangled Heyu, and rose towards the water surface little by little.

Xu Shi felt the life force of the wood spirit root, and He Yu also woke up when he was about to reach the surface of the water, and swam desperately up.

Thinking that his dignified fire spirit root fell into the cold pool and was almost frozen into a popsicle, He Yu's face was pale, and after climbing ashore, there was a cold air from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, and he sat on the grass shivering and basking in the sun.

Seeing that he would rather hold a group than open his eyes to see who saved him, he felt helpless, sat cross-legged behind him, transferred the cold air in his body to himself, and then slowly refined it into pure water spirit energy.

"Nan Lingyin?" He Yu regained his strength, and finally realized that there was someone else besides him, and the woman in front of him was a little different from the Nan Lingyin in his impression. She was dressed in green clothes and looked like a fairy, as if she was more mature and stable.

Lingyin was still meditating, with a circle of cold air surrounding her, and asked: "Why are you in the cold pool? You have been soaking in it for two years?"

Hearing this, He Yu's initial fondness for her change in appearance shattered.

If he had been soaked in the water for two years and turned into a floating corpse, how could he sit opposite her and talk?

So I narrated how I survived in Qingyuan Valley for the past two years, and how I got here.

(End of this chapter)