Chapter 135 Mending the Sky "What's wrong?" Yan Cui asked. Shi Xuanying: "My purple palace injury may have improved a bit." After saying this, he closed his eyes and looked into the Purple Palace. From the outside, it looked like just a tiny crack between the eyebrows, but inside, a drastic change had taken place. The originally peaceful Zifu seemed to have encountered a polar blizzard. The violent wind blew the flying snow into the cracked "canyon". Above the spiritual platform covered with gray and white snowflakes, there was a feeling of "no birds flying in the thousands of mountains". This is the turbid air from the outside world eroding the purple palace. Shi Xuanying didn't pay much attention to it and turned her gaze to the red blood flag and divine blood hanging in the purple palace. The red blood flag was flattened by the strong wind and fluttered in the air, but there was nothing unusual other than that. However, the divine blood suddenly decomposed into a ball of red mist, which rushed to the broken brow and quickly repaired the wound. That drop of divine blood was transformed from the corpse of a young priestess who possessed the "Eye of Divine Punishment". Perhaps to it, the rupture of her divine palace was like the crack of the sky. This is really...
Even if there is only one drop of blood left, I will still not forget to mend the sky and save people. As the blood mist gradually covered the crack, the wind and snow in the Purple Mansion slowly stopped. A meadow suddenly appeared in the wasteland covered with a thin layer of ice and snow, and it looked like a cave where the high priest of the Chun clan lived. Yan Cui was sitting opposite her and saw the bloodstain between her eyebrows shrink and disappear after a very thin and long white light flashed. He saw Master Xuanying open her eyes and asked, "What happened?" "I once collected a corpse of a man from the Chun clan in the Purple Palace during the time when I was in the dust of Xi Nu. After he came out, he turned into a drop of blood. It's possible that the divine blood discovered the crack in my Purple Palace and offered itself to repair it for me." Yan Cui managed to keep his expression tight and asked, "You put the body into the Purple Mansion?" "What's the problem?" Shi Xuanying was puzzled. This is what everyone in the Sword Sect did before. What's the problem? The Purple Palace Spiritual Platform is the most important place for a cultivator, and must be kept clear. He wanted to ask, who would use it as a storage bag? ! Now we only collect corpses and broken flags, and I don’t know what to put in later. "Well...it's no problem." When Yan Cui embarked on the path of cultivation, the Sword Sect had already declined, but he still had some impression that it seemed that those sword practitioners who had gone through the tribulation of life and death were more or less a little crazy. In comparison, Shi Xuanying is already the most normal one. "How do you feel now?" Yan Cui asked. "Ha! It's like a new life!" The reason why Shi Xuanying's purple palace was so easily torn was that she had been injured before entering Chenjie. This time, "the medicine worked and the disease was cured", and even those tiny cracks disappeared. She was in a good mood and said with a smile: "The blood of Xinu has actually grown a meadow in my purple mansion. I wonder if it will grow a holy tree." "..." Upon hearing this, Yan Cui stared at her head for a long while, and always felt that the vision was full of green. "It's better to grow one, the red one looks better." Shi Xuanying's expression was a little subtle - Jianzi always had a very clear perspective on things! He talked about divine blood healing wounds, he disdained putting corpses in the Purple Palace, and said he wanted the sacred tree. He thought the reason he should have was because it looked good? how to say? It's not that it's not possible, but I just feel that these habits are a bit like those of some Sister Le.
The two people's thoughts were "separate" and had nothing to do with each other, but they couldn't help but feel that the other was a bit weird. jingle-- Shi Xuanying suddenly heard the sound of bells and looked up to see the wind chimes hanging on the ceiling of the tent moving without wind. A translucent string of lily of the valley flowers emitted a soft and faint halo, like a dream. Quite beautiful. Yan Cui said: "I cast a little magic. As long as Xiao Hongfan falls asleep, it will ring."