Fragrant Jiuzhong

Yan Xiangluo imagined many possibilities, but she never thought that it would be impossible to use the magic weapon at all.

During the entire battle, she never saw that person use a magic weapon. It wasn't until she saw the third senior brother desperately trying to come up with something but couldn't, that she understood what was restricting their use of magic weapons.

During the entire Seal Demon Lord War, only the sacred objects recovered by her and Ji Jiuzhong could be used.

Yan Xiangluo never thought of this.

Seeing that the last powerful man was not left behind, his master even sacrificed his soul to seal the demon lord with the help of holy objects.

The light of the white crystal ball went out, Yan Xiangluo didn't move, and the five of them were also in a very low mood.

They didn't expect that the process of sealing the Demon Lord would be like this.

The doubts in Yan Xiangluo's heart were completely resolved, but at the same time, she felt that the burden of exterminating demons was heavier on their shoulders.

All the powerful people who participated in the sealing of the Demon Lord were not short of magic weapons, but during the entire process of sealing the Demon Lord, except for the holy objects that she and Ji Jiuzhong retrieved, there was no magic weapon that could be used.

It's not that they don't want to use it, it's that they simply can't get their magic weapon out.

The reason why her senior brothers were able to leave the magic weapon left to her under the protection of their spiritual consciousness was because they were the first batch of powerful men to sacrifice themselves. They did not expect how serious things would be in the end, so they left a trace of Divine consciousness.

Those powerful men who came later did not dare to leave any trace of their strength behind. The final result was clearly seen by Yan Xiangluo. Although Master Fengyuan Sage successfully sealed the Demon Lord, he could only do so reluctantly.

What is the force that prevents the mighty ones from using magic weapons?
If she didn't figure this out, the consequences of her and Ji Jiuzhong's confrontation with the Demon Lord would be even worse.

Yan Xiangluo felt very heavy. She turned around and sat down on the ground, looking at the distant mountains in Pangu Space.

It was evening in Pangu Space at this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the scenery in the distance looked gray, just like her mood at this time.

Five of them jumped down from the space stone breasts and came to Yan Xiangluo's side. They lined up neatly and looked at her in unison.

After a while, Yan Xiangluo's mood calmed down.

She lowered her head and glanced at the five in a row beside her, "Don't worry, I have great luck in this life."

I don't know whether this sentence comforts Wu Zhi's heart or encourages herself.

Anyway, after listening to her words, the five of them all breathed a sigh of relief. They really felt that Yan Xiangluo's luck in this life was much better than in the previous one.

Maybe there really is a chance to finally get rid of the demon lord.

No matter how difficult things were, they had come to this point. She no longer struggled, and just took the road in front of her well. Everything would only really begin when they returned to the ninth level.

"Don't worry about me, you can go practice, I still have things to do." Yuan Xiangluo said to the five.

The five of them nodded in unison, and then huddled together to practice on the space stone breast.

The soft dumpling flew in unparalleledly, and its owner was practicing and improving its cultivation in the first training place. It was not idle either, and finally advanced to the first level.

The Yuanzhu formed after promotion is larger and more powerful than the one given to Yuan Xiangluo last time.

The Yuanzhu Xiangluo was absorbed slowly, and it was completely absorbed before entering the first training place.

Seeing Wushuang give her another one, Yan Xiangluo suddenly felt as if she was a ruthless master who was squeezing Wushuang. He finally advanced to the first level, but she was the one who benefited.

Taking the Yuan Pearl, Yan Xiangluo carefully felt Wushuang's power, and it turned out to be much stronger. It's a pity that Wushuang is the spiritual root of the ancient god. Although it has spiritual wisdom and can be cultivated, it has no combat power. I don't know what the use of all the power it cultivates.

"Thank you Wushuang." Yan Xiangluo thanked Wushuang sincerely.

In her eyes, Wushuang is a spiritual pet who only pays to her without asking for anything in return.

Wushuang's white and soft body suddenly turned pink, and he used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with her, "I am very happy to be able to do something for the master. The master does not need to thank me."

In Wushuang's heart, the master has given it a safe, comfortable and powerful place to stay. This is the most comfortable life it has ever had since it became intelligent. It just needs to practice with peace of mind every day. For this reason alone, I am very grateful to the master. Yes, its Yuanzhu can help its master, and it is very happy. At least it is not that it can't help its master with anything.

Yan Xiangluo didn't expect that Wushuang could change color. This pink and tender color, could it be that Wushuang was shy, why was it becoming more and more cute?

She reached out and rubbed Wushuang's soft body, "I think your house seems to have become stronger."

As soon as he mentioned his house, Xuan Guike Wushuang, he immediately turned pale again, "Master, now that I have been promoted, I can benefit from it together with the house. If I advance, the house can become stronger along with it."

Yan Xiangluo is really happy for Wushuang. Wushuang's house, the turtle shell itself, is known for its sturdiness. Now it can become stronger as Wushuang gets stronger. It is indeed a happy thing.

Black Turtle Shell also helped her.

"Wushuang is very powerful." Yan Xiangluo praised without hesitation.

Wushuang, who was praised by his master, suddenly felt that his body became lighter, as if he was about to float.

Feeling dizzy, I went back to practice again.

Yan Xiangluo sent the Yuanzhu into the Dantian. The power of the unparalleled Yuanzhu was not an ordinary power, but a power that could directly nourish spiritual roots.

Sure enough, as soon as the Yuanzhu was sent in, it was kicked by Yuanying and hit the spiritual root tree. The branches of the spiritual root immediately stretched out to catch it, and then wrapped the Yuanzhu and began to absorb the power.

Yan Xiangluo was speechless. She discovered that after her Nascent Soul awakened, the Spirit Root Tree also seemed to have become a spirit.

Xingmu paused, could it be because of absorbing the unparalleled power before?

After all, Wushuang is the spiritual root of the ancient god. After leaving the body of the great god, he developed spiritual consciousness. Could it be that his own spiritual root also developed spiritual consciousness without leaving his body?

This realization made Yan Xiangluo suddenly feel a strange feeling.

Although the spiritual root is one's own, even if one has spiritual consciousness, it is still one's own, but it still feels weird.

She seemed to have never heard of anyone in Jiuzhongtian whose spiritual roots had spiritual consciousness.

He glanced at the spiritual roots that were working hard to absorb power, and then looked at the Nascent Soul cultivating under the spiritual root tree. It seemed that they all worked harder than him.

However, Yan Xiangluo was still speechless after glancing at Yuanying's still bare buttocks.

I seem to be living outside of an accident in this life, and I am different from normal people in every aspect.

The spiritual root is the same, the Nascent Soul is the same, and the lotus platform is the same now. Normally, he is not willing to appear. He only appears when he is fighting, as if he doesn't bother to stay with the Nascent Soul.

Oh, forget it, don't think too much, your mind is tired, let's first think about why spiritual cultivation is afraid of magic.