"So it is." Ye Yunji suddenly realized this, thought about it for a while, and said, "the world is so big, it's just a coincidence, maybe it's because of some reasons that this herb is contaminated with some supernatural aura. Forget about it, as long as you can make yunxingdan. "

Although lingxingcao was quite different from the herbs in his memory, he couldn't understand how such a low-level herb could have such a similar flavor to the herbs without heaven, but he could feel that the yunxingdan made by Gu Fenghua was more than ten times stronger than the yunxingdan made by yundange.

"Well, I'll take a break first." Gu Fenghua some tired said.

In order to refine these Yunxing pills, she consumed a lot of holy Qi and spirit. Even if she had the four congenital Holy Spirit roots, she couldn't recover for a while. This situation is surprisingly similar to the situation after she sacrificed the holy grain of dust. Therefore, she was more sure that the lingxingcao in tianxingyuan must have something to do with wushangtian.

"You rest first, I'll watch, they won't do anything." The night cloud stillness also notices the tired color in her eyes, says pitifully, holding Gu Fenghua's hand.

A warm Qi flows into the meridians along the fingers. It is so soft, but so pure. There is no impurity in it, as if it contains endless vitality.

In a flash, Gu Fenghua's spirit was boosted, and all his fatigue was swept away.

"Well, that's it." Gu Fenghua feels that ye Yunji is exerting a secret method from heaven. He helps himself recover his vitality at the cost of sacrificing his own life yuan and draws back his hand quickly.

"This loss is nothing to me." The night cloud stillness knows his action to hide but Gu Fenghua, a tiny smile, comfort to say.

"I know, but I'll just have a rest." Looking at the deep starlike eyes of the night cloud silence, feeling the pity and love, Gu Fenghua's heart surged a warm current, but still firmly said.

No matter whether the loss has any effect on the night cloud silence, she never wants him to be hurt because of himself.

With that, Gu Fenghua sat down with his knees crossed and began to practice his skills.

At ordinary times, she can recover quickly by relying on the four congenital Holy Spirit roots, but this time, the loss is not small, only cultivation can recover faster.

Mind into the empty, unconscious, two days in a hurry.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine is all over the earth, and Gu Fenghua returns to reality from the illusory emptiness. Before I opened my eyes, I felt the fluctuation brought by the convergence of aura around me.

"It's finally going to work this time?" Gu Fenghua opened his eyes.

Next to the stone table, Lorne and others still keep their eyes closed, but their frowns have been stretched out, showing some joy that is hard to hide.

It seems that after repeated failures, they have a deeper understanding of Xingji Jue. Maybe they can succeed in cultivating Xingji Jue without taking Yunxing pill which she specially refined.

Gu Fenghua is happy and even more gratified. It's not that she is reluctant to give up those yunxingdan, but that such frustrations and setbacks are very good for them to sharpen their mind. If they succeed, they will also benefit their future cultivation.

Unfortunately, the wish is always so beautiful, but the reality is always so cruel.

As the aura of heaven and earth dispersed, people opened their eyes at the same time, and their faces were disappointed.

Failed! Although they had reached the last step, and they were only a little short of refining the holy Qi of Xingji, they failed in the end, and no one succeeded.

"Fenghua, you're back." Seeing Gu Fenghua, Luo en tried to squeeze out a smiling face, but it was more ugly than crying.