“Squeak”

Xiao Huang, who was guarding the cave, saw Fu Shiyi returning safely and shouted happily. Seeing that it and Liu Jie were still in the same state, Fu Shiyi tightened the burden in his hand.

The baggage opens.

A yellowed ancient book was revealed.

The four words "Purity and Magical Power" can be vaguely seen on the cover of ancient books!

Fu Shiyi's hands trembled slightly with excitement.

The art of magic.

She has never seen her in Jinzhou or Mangzhou.

"Notes from the Great Zhou" records that only Jindan monks and above can practice magical powers. Unlike magical methods, they also need to pay attention to bloodlines and talent conditions, because it is said that magical powers are originally powers derived from bloodlines, and are magical methods in another sense inherited by ancient ancestors.

Fu Shiyi couldn't wait to look through it.

"The Power of the Spirit" seems to be heavy.

But there are only two pages!

One page records the practice conditions.

One-page formula.

"The mantra is not particularly obscure and difficult to understand. It should not be difficult to practice this magical power."

Fu Shiyi closed the books.

In case of mistakes or something missing.

She still looked at the cover of the book, headers and footers carefully four or five times:

"Hey, this is..."

Fu Shiyi covered his hand behind the cover of the book and sensed it carefully. His eyes lit up. His spiritual consciousness penetrated into the cover through his right palm, but his spiritual consciousness was like a stone sinking into the sea. This cover was like a bottomless pit. No matter how much spiritual consciousness Fu Shiyi sent in, it was like water dropping into the vast ocean:

"I don't believe it!"

Once the "Power Power" is cultivated.

It can break through thousands of obstacles!

She had the opportunity to escape from this fifth-level storm formation, so as to find the medicine garden, heal the wounds of Liujie and Xiao Huang, and could also enter the Temple of the Sea of ​​Consciousness Space to contact Meiya, and ask her to go to the Ghost Market to investigate Huangliang Ghost Market and fulfill her promises with the grandparents and grandchildren of the Yuan family.

Fu Shiyi bit his silver teeth.

So I went out.

A steady stream of mental power is injected into ancient books.

When her spiritual sense was about to dry up.

suddenly.

The ancient books trembled slightly.

"Buzz!!!"

A dull sound.

A dazzling yellow light flashed through the entire cave, and ancient runes flashed out from the ancient books, tangled and interspersed in the air, and finally condensed into an immortal in the air. However, the immortal's face was blurred and could not be seen clearly. Fu Shiyi was frightened and bowed in a vast manner:

"senior!"

Fu Shiyi was confused in his heart.

She never expected that there was mystery in this ancient book.

I don't know.

This immortal is just a wisp of remnant thoughts, or a shadow projected from the upper realm. Whether it is the former or the latter, it is not a good thing to argue with him. She is not a descendant of the Yuan family!!

She could clearly feel anger.

only.

This anger.

Disappeared quickly:

"Little girl, raise your head!"

"Yes, senior."

Fu Shiyi raised his eyes nervously.

About two breaths passed.

But Fu Shiyi felt that one million years was so long.

At the same time, I quickly thought about how to save her, Liujie, Xiao Huang's life.

"It's really the daughter of an old friend!!"

a long time.

The immortal murmured.

"Old friend?!"

Fu Shiyi shuddered.

Suddenly he raised his head.

He looked at the immortal nervously and excitedly:

"Senior...you...you know my mother? Can you tell me if my mother is still alive? If she is alive, where is she now? How can I find her? Senior!!"

"Poor child!"

The immortal shook his head pity.

A little fingertips.

Instantly.
Chapter completed!