Muzixiao didn't refuse anymore. He put the things in his storage bag and lowered his head to think carefully.
The war was about to begin, and a fiery eye was beyond common sense, and they did not dare to think that they had any other magical powers that they could summon.
Seeing that she was about to reach the Cang Yun Sea Teleportation Formation, she could indeed put away her fiery eyes, but facing the White Bone Demon would definitely require more powerful magical powers.
However, her current spiritual power, coupled with the spiritual power of the two real treasures in the Nascent Soul realm, may not be enough to summon other magical powers.
If you take a step back, even if you summon it, it won't last half a stick of incense.
Call micrograms in your mind to evaluate the merits of suppression.
Weike is equivalent to her companion magic weapon. There is no need to wear a musical note to communicate with Weike. With a thought, she knows that Li Wu has gone down the mountain to promote the cultivation of beans. The response has been good, and the agricultural base has also developed sorghum and corn.
If the merits are not suppressed, the wood spirit roots on Mu Wei's body can try to impact the golden elixir.
It's just that her body hasn't reached a safe place yet, and she can't make such hasty arrangements to overcome the tribulation. She can only suppress her to the perfection of foundation building.
Unexpectedly, she has never noticed that the initial stage of foundation building of her earth spiritual roots has been loosened. If it were not for the dual spiritual roots of gold and earth, she would have broken through in the past few days.
There are traces of the spiritual roots of the earth being nourished by merit. After all, the roots of beans feed back nutrients to the soil, and the fairy plants of beans feed back the spiritual spirit of the earth, which can be regarded as a meritorious deed.
But the war is about to begin, so what if it reaches the middle stage of foundation building?
Spiritual power is simply not enough.
"Weike suggested that the master use some of the magic weapons and spells left by Yuanze Immortal Lord. Maybe the spiritual power in them can be replenished."
Mu Zixiao's heart moved, and after groping for a long time in the Qiankun bag, he finally took out a stack of portrait charms at the bottom of the box.
"What's this?"
Nie Daiyu took a quick look and said, "What a heroic man! The little figures are so beautiful, but his weapon looks a bit like the God-killing Spear of Emperor Yuanwu offered in the temple... It wouldn't be a taboo."
The taboo will not be violated, because this small figure is the portrait of Emperor Yuanwu himself.
Muzixiao had never seen Emperor Yuanwu in the temple, but he was certain in his heart that the portrait in his hand was the true face of that emperor.
She secretly sensed the spiritual power of the portrait talisman in her hand.
If you don't sense it, you don't know that the spiritual power of one summoning talisman is equivalent to a thousand high-grade spiritual stones. She actually has 9,999 such talismans.
She wrongly blamed the master. Although the master did not give the spirit stone, he did give him a bunch of spirit minerals!
Mu Zixiao held the portrait charm to his heart, making Nie Daiyu laugh, "It seems that Junior Sister Mu's wishful husband is the man in the painting."
He is not only my ideal husband, he is simply my God! My ATM!
Muzixiao wished she could worship Emperor Yuanwu in front of heaven. She was ashamed to say that she didn't even know his real name, and she even dismissed the talisman at one time. She was guilty of not being able to recognize Mount Tai.
How did Muzixiao know that Emperor Yuanwu was sitting on the ninth level of the sky, staring at Muzixiao's portrait and looking at a stick of incense? Then he turned to look at the situation of Tianmoyuan. After confirming that Tianmoyuan was correct, he turned around again. He turned his head and looked at Muzixiao's portrait.
He was dressed in black, with golden dragons and auspicious clouds embellished on his sleeves. His sharp outlines were like sculptures. Under his heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, he had a pair of eyes as bright as stars. His aura was so sharp that people dared not look directly at him.
He is like a divine weapon standing between heaven and earth, supporting justice and the rules of the universe.
And he has only been in the position of God King for less than a thousand years.
The woman in the painting smiles beautifully, but she can't shake the Zhenwu Emperor's fluctuations at all.
Emperor Yuanwu, named Ye Zhenyi, is indeed an immortal with the highest martial arts and divine power in the Three Realms, not to mention that he holds the most precious god-killing spear in his hand.
And he is concentrating on completing the most important task at the moment, while routinely checking the dynamics of Tianmoyuan, while protecting this fragile mortal woman in the lower world.
"Emperor, didn't you say that as long as the upper world doesn't interfere, you can just let it go? You have been guarding here for almost a month without blinking an eye."
Ye Zhenyi said in a deep voice: "I just told you this, there is no room for error."
