"come over."

Xuanhui Wuyou, who was lying there, spoke softly, and the throne spirit standing on the shore jumped up, landed silently in front of him, and slowly sat down.

The outer robe is like a cover, completely covering the figure of the throne spirit, and the proportions of the body cannot be seen. The yin and yang mask blocks the face tightly, and the hair is tied behind the head and is also covered by the mask.

Xuanhui Wuyou sat up, looked at the cold mask in front of him, and slowly raised his white fingers.

The mask was lifted by him.

Under the pale, almost transparent skin, there was no blood, and any trace of blood vessels had disappeared.

Familiar facial features and unfamiliar cold eyes.

Xuan Hui Wuyou looked at the eyes in front of him and suddenly raised his hand to snap back the mask.

"...It's better not to look at it."

Xuanhui Wuyou murmured, clenching his fingers tightly, trying his best to suppress the grief in his heart.

"Should I wait? At least I can still have the real you, instead of like this..."

The tight joints of his fingers began to turn white.

Some sound came from the throne spirit in front of him. It seemed to be the neighing sound of some kind of insect. Xuanhui Wuyou raised his head, his black eyes gloomy.

The spiritual energy started to condense in his palm and finally shrank back after a long time.

He can't do it.

The neighing sound inside the throne spirit made the grief in his heart deeper and deeper. The pain of losing his beloved made him lose his mind at that time, and he used the most wrong method to keep the body that should have rotted and dissipated with the spirit species.

"Forgive me, forgive me."

Xuan Hui Wuyou lowered his head and murmured, "If I could have thought that Ye He had the ability to reshape his body, I would never do this to you. Forgive me..."

The throne spirit sat quietly in front of him, showing no reaction.

"Even if you just lie there, you will make me feel more at ease than you do now." Xuan Hui's worry-free voice trembled slightly, "It's too late, all of this... it's too late."

He raised his trembling hand, trying to help the arm of the throne spirit in front of him, but the moment he touched it, he retracted it, as if he had been burned by something.

The fifth throne spirit that shouldn't have appeared was forcibly created by him using a spirit-transferring insect as a medium.

No one in the Xuanhui clan knows about it.

This is the realm of phantom gods that only he can enter. The fifth throne spirit has never taken a step here since its birth.

Do you regret it?

Xuanhui Wuyou already regretted it after the creation was completed and the grief and enthusiasm in his heart faded.

His wife, the person on whom his feelings and heart rested, was forcibly retained by him with a bug.

Countless times, he wanted to destroy the throne spirit in front of him.

Countless times, he gave up the idea of ​​destroying her.

Listening to the subtle buzzing of insects in the throne spirit's body, and the cold touch conveyed by the previous contact, Xuan Hui pursed his lips worry-free.

What exactly was it that he left behind?

Fang Family, inside Fang Chengqiu’s small courtyard.

All the materials have been prepared, Ye He sat on the chair, and the power of the phantom god was released to directly create a barrier.

Even in the Fang family, even if he knew that no one would come to disturb him rashly, Ye He still had to do the same. He didn't know if something would happen, and he wanted to avoid all eventualities.

The container holding Xing Lieyang's spiritual seed appeared. Ye He took a deep breath and opened it carefully.

Ye Guilan, who was standing outside the barrier, watched with bated breath. Before it even started, she was already getting nervous.

brush!

The fire of spiritual energy rose from Ye He's palm, and all the materials were integrated into the flame.

The auras in the materials collide with each other and change each other's shapes.

Slowly, the viscous liquid that Ye Guilan saw last time appeared. Ye He stretched out his palm and threw Xing Lieyang's spiritual seed into it.

Visible to the naked eye, the spiritual energy rushes out from the spiritual seed, and the liquid surrounding the spiritual seed begins to form the shape of the limbs as the spiritual energy rushes out.

No faster than last time, the shape of the limbs was created very slowly this time.

Ye He sat upright inside the obstacle avoidance, his spiritual energy penetrated directly into the liquid, and the speed of limb formation began to accelerate, but it was also very limited.

Ye He began to sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and whispered helplessly, "This is too slow... it's a bit too slow."

Ye Guilan, who was standing outside, also saw that something was wrong. Her mother's resurrection required the technique of resurrecting spiritual seeds. At that time, my father was not as strenuous as he is now.

This time it was just a reshaping of the body, but Dad's expression was not relaxed at all.

What went wrong?

Ye Guilan didn't dare to say anything, let alone make any movement. She could only stare intently, feeling that her father's face was getting more and more ugly, and more and more sweat was falling on his forehead.

Buzz!

The phantom god avoided the obstacle and disappeared. Ye He sat there and said breathlessly, "Gui Lan, come here and help me, daddy... can't sit still anymore."

Ye He's body swayed, and Ye Guilan quickly leaned over and stabilized his body.

"Dad you?!"

Ye He, who was covered in sweat, was so helpless that his daughter's eyes widened. He stared at the mass of liquid in front of him with his dark eyes, and took a deep breath.

"There is too little spiritual energy left in Lieyang's spiritual seed."

Ye Guilan immediately understood that his father was so weak because he was using his own spiritual energy to fill this body!

"Grandpa saved the spiritual seeds. He can't be so careless."

Ye Guilan spoke quickly, holding Ye He's palm directly with his hand, and the fiery red spiritual energy surged directly from the palm and poured into Ye He's body.

"My father preserved it very well. Lieyang's spiritual seed...maybe there wasn't much left before he changed his body."

Ye He took another deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "He doesn't even have the energy to reshape his body now. This is something I didn't expect."

"Less than my mother's?"

Ye Guilan can't believe it. Could it be that Uncle Lieyang has always been in this state?

"Compared to your mother, he has a lot, but... the quality is too poor." Sweat rolled down Ye He's forehead, "otherwise I wouldn't have worked so hard."

"Dad, that Uncle Lieyang..."

"In this case, I really should rest well before starting, but now... I can't stop."

Another wave of spiritual energy surged in, and Ye He's body trembled.

Ye Guilan knew that no matter how weak he was, no matter how much he consumed himself, his father would never stop.

"Dad, is my spiritual energy okay?"

Ye Guilan looked at the pool of liquid. Under the guidance of her father so hard, it had only formed to the calf level.

"Of course your spiritual energy can't be used. Take out the pamphlet that dad gave you. I forgot where it was written. It's called Hui Qi Dan."

Ye Guilan immediately lowered his head and followed the instructions. Fortunately, the booklet was not as thick as the senior sister's notes, so he found it quickly.

"Dad, I found it!"

"I should have prepared all the medicinal materials above for you. You can prepare them for me to eat."
Chapter completed!