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After Feng controlled the coercion, Siran hurriedly ran out from behind Yun Mo.

With such an interruption, Qi Feng's mood became more stable, and he said in a deep voice, "You said, do you have a solution?"

Over there, Qi Yan, who was deeply suspicious and a little disheartened, rushed over with disheveled hair when he heard the word "solution". Approaching, there is no further move.

Qi Yan said hoarsely: "The solution? What is it? What's going on with all this!?"

"Ah, it's actually more complicated to say, but Master Qi, you don't have to blame yourself too much. It's mainly about the alchemy." Seeing Qi Yan's bloodshot eyes, Si Ran explained, "But these will be discussed later. , solve the current problem first, what do you think?"

Originally there were only Qi Feng and Qi Yan in the main hall, plus Yun Mo, there were only three of them. Naturally, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better.

Qi Feng didn't agree immediately, but asked, "What do you want?"

Siran blinked his eyes, and silently praised Jianzong for his success.

"I have two requests," Siran said, not intending to embarrass Jian Zong. "First, the three people present must swear by their heart demons that today's affairs, especially those about me, must not be spread outside."

Qi Feng nodded: "Yes."

He was actually a little surprised, not because he found this request difficult, but because...it was too simple.

Siran is a Qi-refining monk with five spiritual roots, knowing too much is not a good thing, and it is easy to attract unnecessary covetousness, so this request is actually very reasonable, even if Siran does not open his mouth, they will not spread the matter randomly , asking for trouble.

"The second request." Siran looked at Yun Mo, "I need Yun Mo to give me some spiritual power."

Qi Feng was taken aback: "What?"

"Spiritual power, I need some spiritual power from Yun Mo, maybe more than a little," Siran repeated, "I need it now."

Tianlinggen, excellent control over one's own strength, good at outputting spells or martial arts, Si Ran believes that Yun Mo can meet these three conditions.

"I'm afraid it's not suitable," Yun Mo said seriously, "The difference in cultivation between you and me is too big, and the metallic spiritual power is not gentle. Even if I control the speed, it's not something your meridians can bear. .”

Siran was standing beside Yun Mo, the two of them were so close that they could reach out with their hands.

Siran raised his head to look at Yun Mo's dark eyes, and said, "It's okay, I have a sense of proportion, you can just infuse your spiritual power directly... Ah, by the way, do you still have enough spiritual power? Is it consumed? How much has it been recovered?"

Si Ran reckoned that the spiritual power needed by the treasure book would directly drain Yun Mo.

"The consumed spiritual power has now fully recovered." Yun Mo is worthy of being a heavenly spirit root, with excellent recovery power in all aspects, the wound on his arm has stopped bleeding, new granulation sprouts have gradually grown, and the scorched flesh Gradually replaced by smooth skin.

He glanced at Siran, the emotion in his eyes was unpredictable.

Yun Mo gently pinched Siran's somewhat slender wrist, and slowly input a bit of spiritual power belonging to the cultivator of the Golden Core stage of Tianlinggen—this was the result of Yun Mo's utmost control.

For a normal monk in the Qi refining period, this trace of spiritual power is enough to circle its meridians for several times without disappearing. The spiritual power of the gold system is sharp and unstoppable. The spiritual power of sword cultivators has great exclusivity and lethality. Yun Mo Always ready, Ruo Siran drew out his spiritual power with a look of pain on his face.

Unexpectedly, the moment this trace of spiritual power was injected into the Siran meridian, it disappeared without a trace.

Yun Mo's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of surprise in the depths of his eyes. He looked at the calm face, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the pure spiritual power flowed more quickly to the place where the two skins met. Siran's body.

The treasure book moved quickly, and all the spiritual power was cut off by it the moment it entered the Siran meridian, and it also embodied a progress bar, which climbed up bit by bit.

Baoshu waved a small handkerchief: [Come on, come on! 】

Si Ran thought, it's not me who should cheer, but Yun Mo.

When the progress bar climbed halfway, Yun Mo also consumed almost half of his spiritual power. These spiritual powers were like mud cows entering the sea without splashing any water. He looked at Siran with strange eyes, as if he couldn't understand, such a thin and weak man How could his body hold so much spiritual power.

Siran noticed Yun Mo's gaze: "Is the spiritual power still enough?"

"..."

Yun Mo's mood is extraordinarily complicated. It's enough for now, but it's hard to say later, but fortunately, his recovery ability is also fast, and he should be able to support it for a while.

Just like that, after the progress bar of the treasure book was finally full, less than [-]% of the spiritual power in Yun Mo's body remained. As the root of the heavenly spirit, he rarely consumed his spiritual power to such an extent, and his whole body was filled with a sense of strangeness. of weakness.

Siran said, "It's fine."

At the moment when the progress bar was full, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the pure black cover of the treasure book emitted a dazzling golden light. As the pages of the book were flipped, countless phantoms flashed on each page. Knowledge carries the crystallization of the wisdom of countless beings.

Perhaps it was the first time to use such a huge amount of spiritual power, and suddenly felt that everything around him was gradually blurred. He seemed to be standing in the vast galaxy, and countless light spots appeared and disappeared in front of his eyes, just like those that appeared and disappeared in the sky. Civilization in the long river of history, and he is like a bystander, witnessing everything indifferently and calmly.

Beyond the sea of ​​consciousness, Siran's body was suddenly illusory for a moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the space, looking towards the end of everything, a golden light rolled in the depths of the dark pupils, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly rose rises, but disappears in an instant.

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