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

Jiang Jing Mo Lingtai's injuries healed after he drank a few prescriptions from Nan Xun.

When Yingchi's spiritual power was sealed by Shen Shuli, some of it was deliberately left for Jiang Jingmo to absorb. After her injuries healed, she naturally absorbed the spiritual power that overflowed from her spiritual platform. Her strength was stuck at the fourth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm. As long as she broke through, she would be able to reach the fifth level.

During these days, Jiang Jingmo has been constantly attacking this barrier, but it remains motionless.

After another failed attack, Jiang Jingmo sighed, got up from bed and opened the window.

It is midsummer now. Most of the peach blossoms on the peach tree in the yard have fallen. Some are still sparsely hanging on the branches, hidden among the emerald green leaves.

The cicadas in the yard were chirping louder and louder, noisy and noisy.

A familiar ball of blue flame floated out and turned into a girl floating on both sides of Jiang Jingmo. She looked very cute with her cheek in her hands.

"How could such beautiful peach blossoms fall like this? It's such a pity..."

Jiang Jingmo glanced at Youyou with amusement. It had been a long time since he last saw her. She looked much more condensed at this moment.

"It's past the season, so it's natural that it will fall."

"Okay, okay, little master, I've been gone for so long, did you miss me?"

Youyou rubbed Jiang Jingmo's hair affectionately, and a small cluster of flames burst out of her body, burning some of Jiang Jingmo's hair.

faint:……

Jiang Jingmo:……

Jiang Jingmo couldn't help but think of the hair that was bald due to the fire. Fortunately, she had ice spiritual roots. She raised her hand and used the power of frost and snow to extinguish the flames that were about to rise.

"Are you going to give me a replay of the past? Make me recall the time when I was bald?"

Jiang Jingmo gently tapped Youyou's head and couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, what an unexpected surprise. I have been consolidating my strength during these days when I was away. When you are strong, it is easy to lose control."

Youyou stuck out her tongue playfully and asked Jiang Jingmo to stretch out his hand. In just a moment, flames appeared on her hand.

The flame was very kind to Jiang Jingmo and did not hurt him at all, which made her unable to help but take a look at her burnt hair.

So the fire only burned the hair?

Looking at Youyou who was eagerly showing off her abilities, Jiang Jingmo could only swallow his doubts.

Forget it, I can’t spoil the fun for the kid.

So Jiang Jingmo asked Youyou curiously: "How strong are you now?"

"Hey, master, just watch!"

With a mysterious smile, he floated in the air, raised his little hand upwards, and the fire suddenly grew bigger, burning with a momentum that could devour everything.

Jiang Jingmo looked at the flame on his hand which had doubled in size and blinked, but he could not see any other changes except the flame getting bigger.

But he still said to Youyou in a flattering manner:

"Wow, that's amazing!"

The tone was somewhat careless, which made Youyou extremely dissatisfied.

"Master, don't underestimate this fire. It can burn low-grade spiritual weapons!"

"Oh wow?" This aroused Jiang Jingmo's interest.

You should know that in the world of cultivation, spiritual weapons with grades are rare. Even low-grade spiritual weapons are coveted by cultivators.

Except for a few sects that have spiritual weapon pools, other cultivators in the secular world can only obtain spiritual weapons through purchase and chance.

"Hehe, isn't that great? As long as the master gives me more blood, I can become stronger and stronger." Youyou rubbed Jiang Jingmo again in a flattering way. "As long as the master gives me a drop of blood every month, it will be fine."

Jiang Jingmo thought about it and felt that this deal was a good deal, so he cut his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood to feed her.

Youyou happily turned around a few times, then entered Jiang Jingmo's spiritual center, and then met Yingchi.

"Hi~" Yingchi blinked and greeted.

Youyou stared with eyes wide open and circled around him several times. After sensing the incomplete spiritual aura from him, the doubt in her eyes dissipated.

"I am very familiar with your aura, but the last time I felt it was a thousand years ago."

"That's normal. After all, I've been dead for a thousand years."

Yingchi smiled and spoke jokingly.

Yingchi naturally knew about the Nether Fire. A thousand years ago, Yingchi had also been to that evil place just to look for the Nether Fire.

Later, he took a small ball of flame from the mouth of the few remaining Silver Crows, and his hair was singed off by the fire. In order to grow his hair longer, Yingchi also invented a hair growth agent.

It was exactly the same one Jiang Jingmo used at that time.

Everything in the world has spirituality, and it is only a matter of time before they become spiritual bodies. When he felt Youyou appear, he guessed that the purple-haired girl in front of him was probably the spark of the Nether Fire.

But he became curious. How did this little girl get the fire of the Netherworld Fire? Shouldn't things like the Silver Crow be in that evil place?

Yingchi had seen Jiang Jingmo's small body, and if she was thrown into that kind of place, she would definitely be left with nothing but bones.

Youyou exchanged a few words with Yingchi and then went to continue refining her essence and blood excitedly. She no longer paid any attention to Yingchi and disappeared in the spiritual platform with a turn of her body. Even Jiang Jingmo didn't know where she went.

But this is also a good thing. There are many evil cultivators in the world of cultivation who love to do things that take away other people's opportunities. One of their techniques is to pry open the cultivator's spirit altar and plunder the power stored in the spirit altar or the emblem of the spirit beast.

The Netherworld Fire is such a good thing, Jiang Jingmo doesn't want to let others take advantage of it for nothing.

Just as she was thinking about it, Yingchi's curious voice sounded in her mind.

"Little girl, where did you get this Nether Fire?"

"A senior brother in the sect has a silver crow."

Jiang Jingmo didn't say much, Yingchi already understood what he meant and couldn't help but gasp.

Thinking back to the time when he was chased all over the valley by the silver crow, he never thought that anyone could form a contract with this kind of spiritual beast.

Spiritual beasts like the Silver Crow are notoriously bad-tempered.

After being surprised, Yingchi couldn't help but feel relieved. His sect was now full of talented people and seemed to be developing quite well.

Just when he was about to ask Jiang Jingmo which disciple was so promising, there was a knock on Jiang Jingmo's door.

Meng Qingbai's voice came from outside, mixed with a sound similar to that of a chicken from time to time.

Jiang Jingmo raised his eyebrows. Speak of the devil.

When she opened the door, she saw the familiar white hair and silver mask, and on his shoulder stood a black bird with bloodshot eyes.

It was actually a shrunken Silver Crow.

"Senior Brother Jiang was afraid that you had forgotten about the sect competition, so he asked me to come and remind you."

But looking at Jiang Jingmo in a blue shirt with a doorplate hanging around his waist, it was obvious that he had been prepared for this.

"Let's go, little junior sister."

Meng Qingbai smiled, and the silver crow on his shoulder chirped twice. Maybe because it had become smaller, Jiang Jingmo thought for a moment that the silver crow was a little cute.

Yingchi's eyes widened as he looked at the miniature version of the Silver Crow. Was this the guy who had chased him in the valley for a whole day and night?

Why do I feel like a little chicken now?