I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

The inner sect of Wuming Shen Sect, the ninth domain.

In the stone room, twelve days passed by in an instant.

The water in the huge medicinal pond was sparkling and gradually becoming clear.

The spiritual energy almost turned into thick mist, constantly billowing up and gathering on the girl in the pool, sinking into her skin.

The formation draws out a steady stream of spiritual energy.

No one should interfere with the process of reshaping the spiritual roots. Su Zuo had already memorized the process in his mind, and because he was well prepared, he did not encounter any possible accidents.

Watching her spiritual roots slowly return to form, all this was not painful at all to her.

She couldn't move at will and could only be distracted and look at other things.

As a inheritance, "The Ancient Art of Rewarding Immortals" was not affected at all on her way to self-destruction of the spiritual sea.

When Su Zui looked inside the palace, he saw the small white ball at the sacred temple shining brightly.

It seems to be in better condition than before.

Interesting.

The medicinal power is not only nourishing her meridians and spiritual veins, but it also seems to be affecting this small ball of inheritance.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Little thing, don't be distracted! Hold the element and return it to one! Keep the God in mind and look inside!"

Su Zuo thought he was hallucinating, and raised his brows in surprise.

This voice is as soft and childish as the dubbing in the cartoon, but the tone is very serious. He is a little thing and he dares to call her a little thing.

In the few short breaths she hesitated.

The voice suddenly became anxious: "You still don't do it! Are you stupid?"

Before he could speak, Su Zuo suddenly felt something strange.

This voice really didn't mean to tease her.

It was the anticipation of the critical moment.

Spiritual roots are the foundation for cultivating the spiritual sea and are very important, but in fact their existence in reality is very small and almost invisible.

Su Zuo's spiritual root only had a weak aura left, and it was all guided by the power of medicine to create something out of nothing. It was only at the last moment that he accumulated a lot of energy and was able to infuse it with spirit.

The time of greatest luck has arrived.

Her expression was a bit serious, and she didn't expect that the process would be so much faster than the process recorded in the book.

She closed her eyes and heard the voice say with some relief: "That's it."

The child's voice suddenly fell silent, sounding unreliable as if imitating an adult's speech: "Then it's time for me to show off."

As he finished speaking, the jade bracelet on Su Zuo's wrist swayed in the water waves.

Su Zuo thought to himself that you must not act recklessly, but facing this unknown existence, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The essence of the original spiritual power flashed through like a stream of light and penetrated into her Dantian.

Su Zuo suddenly clenched her hand tightly, her fingertips digging into her palm, but she was completely unable to move her consciousness away from the sudden burst of pain.

Depend on……

It actually hurts more than destroying the spiritual root... It's dead, it's dead...

She couldn't die...it took her so long.

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Every moment is like a year.

The scorching sun outside the stone room rises in the east and sets in the west.

There was no sense of day or night in the room, and it was as quiet as if there were no living things.

The voice asked: "Little one, are you still alive?"

The water in the pool shook.

Su Zuo looked at his spiritual roots and finally realized that everything was over.

In the spiritual veins, the six new and weak breaths are shallow but not dispersed.

This is her original spiritual root.

Su Zuo took a breath and asked, "Who are you?"

Could it be the consciousness in the inheritance?

Is the contrast so big?

The consciousness of the Taikoo inheritance is a cub.

The kid said seriously: "You can call me Master Jian."

Oh.

It turned out to be the Sun and Moon Sword.

How could such a lovely voice say such unconventional words?

Su Zuo's mouth twitched.

She said calmly: "Okay, I will call you Xiaojian from now on."

Sun Moon Sword:... Damn it.

When it's useful, call it baby, and when it's done, call it little sword.

"No! It sounds awful!"

The milky and milky voice was loud, but it was not threatening at all. Su Zuo felt that he could squeeze ten of them into tears with one hand.

"Then I'll give you a name."

Su Zuo thought for a while and said, "Let's call her Su Ritian."

"I don't want to call you Su Ritian!"

Xiao Jian almost cried. Why was the name of the sword based on scriptures? Why was it named Ritian!

Could it be more sloppy?

To be honest, if Xiao Jian hadn't asked people to call him "Jian Ye", Su Zuo would never have thought of such an explosive name.

But since it longed for a super high social status, Su Zuo had to give it a Long Aotian-level name.

There is no sword master who loves the sword more than her.

Su Zuo said seriously: "Ritian is a good name. Taken apart, it means the sun and the sky, and together it means the vast sky. Compared to Tian, ​​being called Lord Jian is just a younger brother, okay?"

Xiao Jian fell into silence.

Is it because he doesn’t understand human society well enough?

Although the sword master it chose this time didn't seem very smart, Xiaojian was still very satisfied when she led it to show off.

It's the center of attention every time.

It is full of possibilities as a divine sword.

It's possible that Su Zuo is already considered a smarter person among humans, but he just can't understand it clearly.

So, Xiaojian said the words he regretted most in his life.

"In this case, I reluctantly agree."

Unexpectedly, this majestic divine sword was so easy to deceive, so the corners of Su Zuo's mouth curled up in a subtle arc.

She suddenly realized something: "When did you show up?"

Xiao Jian said: "Ten thousand years ago."

Su Zuo: "Is it true? I don't believe it."

It takes ten thousand years to develop such an IQ, which is so insulting.

Xiaojian: "The sword spirit was accompanied by the sword spirit when it was born. I appeared ten thousand years ago."

Su Zuo: "When did you learn to speak?"

Xiaojian: "When I'm talking to you."

Su Zuo understood.

Maybe he was just an unevolved sword spirit before, with some intelligence but not much.

It took ten thousand years to evolve the intelligence of a child, which is a strangely slow existence in the entire Xuanmeng world.

Xiaojian felt that he was an elder and said earnestly: "You have to work hard on your own from now on! I have spent a lot of effort to help you restore your spiritual veins. Hurry up and understand the ancient inheritance and ascend!"

Opening your mouth is ascension.

It was as if she was no longer a useless person with six spiritual roots after her talent was restored.

Su Zuo did not attack it: "Do you know about the Taikoo inheritance?"

She wanted to ask someone about the ancient inheritance, but she couldn't tell them at all.

No one else knows either.

Xiaojian took it for granted: "I am your sword, of course I know."

After hearing these words, maybe because Xiaojian's voice was very soft and cute, Su Zuo's conscience revived slightly.

Although Xiaojian really wants to have a super seniority, it is indeed a simple sword.

Everything it does is done from her perspective.

Su Zuo said seriously: "Although your best name is Su Ritian, your real name is Su Tianhao. Do you remember it?"

Xiaojian: "Why?"

Su Zuo: "Because Tianhao is one more day than Ritian and is more powerful."

Xiaojian suddenly realized: "I know!"

A few days after giving birth to a spiritual intelligence, it had a completely new understanding of human society.

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