It's okay, it's easy to overthrow the heroine's system

Feeling the girl's spirit platform gradually cracking, the young man howled and was almost on the verge of kneeling down to his ancestors. The sect's rare talent in a thousand years had his spirit platform burst like this.

He is so sorry for his Jiuxiao Sect, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu...

"It's so noisy! Yingchi!"

A slightly lazy voice sounded, and a golden light suddenly lit up slowly from Jiang Jingmo's spiritual platform, carrying a huge and terrifying power.

The golden force gently wrapped around the spiritual power that was about to burst Jiang Jingmo's spiritual platform, and squeezed it into a small ball.

The spiritual power was sharp and carried with it wind and snow, and was evenly matched with the golden light. Shen Shuli clicked his tongue in annoyance at the show of not wanting to admit defeat.

The young man called Yingchi was slightly stunned when he heard the voice, and then called out a name uncertainly.

"Shen Ji?"

Shen Shuli hummed in annoyance, and the golden light turned into a slap, which hit the ball of spiritual power with a slap. The ball of spiritual power wrapped in frost finally calmed down.

Shen Shuli only left some spiritual power in Jiang Jingmo's spiritual altar that she could absorb, and sealed the rest of the spiritual power in her spiritual altar. When she becomes stronger, she will naturally absorb more power from it.

"You are not dead yet?" Yingchi asked in surprise.

"Well, after all, the scourge has lasted for thousands of years."

Shen Shuli laughed at himself, and a trace of spiritual consciousness penetrated into Jiang Jingmo's sea of ​​consciousness and transformed into a human form.

The man had a handsome appearance, a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, and a red mole at the end of his eye that added a touch of charm. However, although those golden eyes were lazy and indifferent, they gave people a huge sense of oppression for no reason. His lips were as red as blood, and at this moment, he curled his lips and looked at the young man in front of him, and his whole person was dignified and unparalleled.

"That's not right. I remember that before I died, you were surrounded and suppressed by all the major sects. How could it be..." Yingchi was puzzled.

"They did surround me, but they failed to kill me. They just sealed my original body. I didn't die."

"Then what are you..."

"It's just a remnant soul that has been reincarnated, but it seems to have been discovered a while ago."

Shen Shuli said nonchalantly, as if it wasn't him who was dying a few days ago.

"Could it be that you were almost killed and were picked up by this little girl? Your aura is so weak now, could it be that you have turned into a demon?"

Yingchi clicked his tongue twice and ruthlessly sabotaged the show.

"...How can I be weaker than you? But a remnant of soul is mixed in the blood pool, and it will disperse after the inheritance is completed."

"That's right... Hey, why haven't I dispersed yet?" Yingchi nodded, but found that she was still standing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Your spiritual power is still there. How can you disperse it if it hasn't been passed down yet?"

Shen Shuli pointed at the ball of spiritual power rolled into a small ball in the corner of the spiritual platform and looked at Yingchi as if he was a fool.

Yingchi blinked twice, thought about it, and realized that this was indeed the case.

Shen Shuli was too lazy to deal with the idiot anymore, so he pulled out his spiritual consciousness and returned to the black cat's body.

And because of the origin of spiritual power, Yingchi was squeezed out of Jiang Jingmo's sea of ​​consciousness and returned to the spiritual power ball in the spiritual platform.

He couldn't help but shake his head and smile as he watched Shen Shuli's spiritual consciousness gradually drain away.

A thousand years have passed, and he is still the same. As for the battle that took place a thousand years ago, I am afraid that few young people today would know about it.

The name Shen Ji may have been buried thousands of years ago, becoming an unspeakable taboo.

Yingchi held his chin and thought, and couldn't help but wonder what Shen Ji should be called now. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and then he couldn't help but think of a name.

Shen Shuli.

He remembered that this must be the name his mother gave him.

By the time An Yang had absorbed the spiritual power given by her ancestors, her consciousness had returned and the surrounding blood would no longer corrode her body.

At this moment, her hand was still holding Jiang Jingmo's arm, and the fishy smell was still surging in her nose.

She turned her head to look at the girl beside her, and saw that she was floating in blood with her eyes closed. Although the blood was no longer corroding her body, Jiang Jingmo's pale and almost transparent cheeks in the bright red blood still scared An Yang.

Without hesitation, she held her breath and then pulled Jiang Jingmo upstream. As both of their clothes were soaked, it was a bit difficult for An Yang, as a little girl, to pull Jiang Jingmo, but she managed to pull him out of the water.

"Teacher, senior brother!"

Jiang Jining was still standing there, watching his disciples jump into the blood pool one after another, watching them wailing in pain from the corrosion of their flesh and blood. Just as he was sighing softly at the scene, he heard An Yang's voice unexpectedly.

He turned his head to look in the direction of An Yang, and saw his sister's pale face floating in a pool of blood, completely lifeless.

Jiang Jiting's heart skipped a beat and he quickly came to An Yang's side and pulled both of them out. The water from the blood pool splashed up and fell on his body, leaving some burns.

"Nanxun!"

Jiang Ji heard a shout from the entrance of the cave, and Nan Xun, who was guarding the entrance, poked his little head towards this side.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Nan Xun's face changed and he hurried to Jiang Jingmo's side.

Seeing the current condition of the girl, Nan Xun quickly directed a trace of his spiritual consciousness into Jiang Jingmo's body and carefully examined her current physical condition.

At this moment, many disciples had already crawled out of the blood pool. Seeing the current situation, they couldn't help but come over curiously. Seeing Jiang Jingmo lying on the ground, a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes.

"Eh? Is that Jiang Jingmo?"

"Yes, it was her. She was the first one to rush into the fireball during the second test."

"Isn't she very powerful? She has a top-grade ice spirit root. Why is she lying here now?"

"I don't know. Did you get hurt during the training just now?"

"She was just trying to get in..."

“Is this what they call shooting the bird that sticks out?”

"Shh, Senior Brother is still there..."

The whispers around gradually rose, and Jiang Ji couldn't help but frown when he heard it.

In fact, he also discovered that his sister had been eager to become stronger since she came here, and had a determination to practice and work hard without regard for her life.

It is a good thing to have the desire to practice hard. He felt Jiang Jingmo's spiritual power several times and found it to be deep and solid, so he did not think much about it.

But now it seems that his sister is a little too eager to become stronger. Moreover, Jiang Ji can see from him that there are some things in Jiang Jingmo's heart that he doesn't want to say out loud. And this overly enthusiastic training coupled with an unstable mentality has resulted in becoming possessed.

As practitioners, they have talent and hard work as a necessity, but the most important thing is their heart. No matter how strong their talent and strength are, if their heart is not stable, all their efforts will be in vain.

And now Jiang Jingmo is facing this problem.

Jiang Jiting sighed and looked at his sister with worry, not knowing what to feel in his heart.

What is she hiding?