There's something wrong with the general.

After hearing Zhiming say this, Wen Yuxi finally felt relieved.

In other words, as long as he enters the immortal gate in the future, he won’t have to worry about the problem of spiritual power.

"Wen Yuxi, I just felt a surge of pure spiritual energy."

The spirit of the weapon touched its belly with a satisfied look on its face.

"Finally I can connect to you."

Wen Yuxi felt a surge of surprise in his heart, but then he became angry.

"What's going on lately? Every time I encounter something, you just give up."

The spirit of the weapon narrowed its eyes and replied dejectedly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have any spiritual power? Look at this, I just woke up after I got spiritual power."

Wen Yuxi asked suspiciously, "What spiritual power? Where does it come from?"

The spirit rolled its eyes.

"You ask me, how would I know?"

He winked and pointed at Zhiming and said, "Maybe it was given to you by your good senior brother."

Wen Yuxi turned around suddenly, staring at Zhiming and asked.

"Brother, did you just lose your spiritual power to me?"

Zhiming was slightly stunned, wondering how he knew that.

Without hiding anything, he said bluntly, "You entered the 'entry' state and were short of spiritual energy, so I took it upon myself to transfer some spiritual energy to you."

The spirit crossed its legs and raised an eyebrow, saying, "See, I was right, wasn't I? If you ask me, his self-determination is great. It would be even better if he could do more."

"Shut up."

Looking at the satisfied look on the weapon spirit's face, he knew that he must have transferred a lot of spiritual power to himself.

This practice itself is not easy, but it has given me so much.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel angry, annoyed, and distressed: "Just wake me up next time, why do you have to do this, Senior Brother?"

Zhiming saw the confusion and worry on his face and whispered, "It's okay, Junior Brother, don't worry about it."

Seeing Wen Yuxi's pretentious look, the spirit of the weapon wanted to say something but held back.

So he changed the subject and said, "That cave should have spiritual power, but I suddenly lost contact with you. How are you? Are you injured?"

"Enter here through a teleportation array."

The spirit of the weapon asked curiously, "How could there be a teleportation array in the cave?"

"I don't know. Maybe someone left it here to escape?"

at this time.

The boat, which was originally moving steadily, suddenly slowed down.

Due to inertia, his body suddenly rushed forward.

His eyes widened and he hurriedly reached out to grab the side of the boat.

But if you act in a panic, you are bound to miss your target.

His whole body fell forward.

In front of me is the sound of rushing water.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Damn, if this falls down, it will disappear in a blink of an eye.

"Brother, save me!"

Wen Yuxi screamed in panic, completely abandoning the idea of ​​saving face.

Before he could finish his words, the person behind him grabbed him into his arms and stood him in the cabin.

"Sorry, I was negligent."

Zhiming whispered to him.

Wen Yuxi held his shoulders tightly with both hands, and finally calmed down.

It's so unfair.

How come his senior brother can stand steadily in the cabin?

Wen Yuxi complained quietly in his heart.

Then he asked with some doubt.

"Brother, why did the ship suddenly slow down?"

Zhiming stared at the direction the boat was heading, his eyes dimmed slightly:

"There's something in the water in the distance."

Oh shit, could it be a monster?

Wen Yuxi was startled and supported him as he looked into the distance.

The river water is clear but bottomless, and the current rushes down with splashes of water.

Their boat went upstream.

In the bright and dark water, there seemed to be something, floating up and down like a head, rapidly approaching the boat.

With a "whoosh..." sound.

Zhiming cast a spell to make the boat stand upright in the water.

The rushing water hit the bow violently.

In a sea of ​​white water.

Wen Yuxi finally saw what the thing looked like.

The pupils suddenly shrank.

That is.......

A person?

The man's head was submerged in the water and then reappeared.

His hair was draped over his face, so his features couldn't be seen clearly, and it wasn't known whether he was dead or alive.

at this time.

The man moved suddenly, turning his head stiffly to face their cabin.

Under the impact of the water, he was able to stand in the water and move towards them.

Is this a human or a ghost?

Wen Yuxi stared at the person in the water, so frightened that he dared not breathe and stuck close to Zhiming.

"Puff-"

The man hit a reef in the water and got stuck.

He raised his hand stiffly, grabbed it directly on the reef, and with a splash, he pulled off a piece of stone.

The body emerged from the water and moved towards them like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of me. I raised my head suddenly, and my seaweed-like hair was dragging in the water, a meter long.

at this time.

He slammed one hand on the side of the boat.

Wen Yuxi screamed "Ah" and took two steps back, almost stepping on Zhiming's foot and being stopped by him.

The hand was as black as a black chicken claw, with sharp nails, and he had dug deep grooves in the hull.

A gloomy aura emanated from his entire body, and the chill was directed towards the two people in the cabin.

Wen Yuxi shivered from the cold.

I wanted to curl up into a ball and hide in my senior brother's arms.

Seeing that man about to climb up the side of the boat, Wen Yuxi reached out and poked his senior brother: Aren't you going up?

"Hold on to me."

Zhiming put his arm around his waist and whispered.

Wen Yuxi followed suit and used his hands and feet to hang on him.

Zhiming: “…”

He looked down at him and saw Wen Yuxi's watery eyes staring at him. His heart softened and he had to give up.

Suddenly, the whole person flew vertically upwards and hung in the air.

!!!

We promised there would be a barrier in the sky!

Wen Yuxi lowered his head and looked at the "person" in the water who was still trying to climb onto the boat.

His body was twisted stiffly, and he didn't know how to get on the boat. He held on to the side of the boat with his hands and hit the hull with his legs.

Wen Yuxi became interested: "Is this a zombie?"

Zhiming said calmly, "No, this is probably a corpse made by a cultivator. It has no consciousness."

"Brother, if we don't take action now, he will tear our boat apart."

Wen Yuxi said melancholy.

Zhiming lowered his head and touched his cheek, saying, "It's okay, we'll be out of Eagle Valley soon."

His hands moved cleanly and neatly.

The long sword slashed in the air towards the hand resting on the side of the boat.

"pat-"

The hand was cut off at the wrist and fell into the water.

Like a branch breaking off from a tree trunk, not a drop of blood was shed.

Strangely, the palm did not move away with the water flow.

Instead, like a duck searching for its mother, it treaded its fingers in the water and crawled towards the corpse.

Wen Yuxi widened his eyes.

"Brother, he wants to take his hand back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand climbed up to his wrist.

He took the hand back with a "crackling" sound.

Wen Yuxi smelled the scent of rotting meat.

He frowned and said, "What's the purpose of this corpse refinement? Why don't we let him pass and see if he attacks us?"

Zhiming nodded and cast a spell towards the boat.

The ship swayed out of the water and hung in mid-air.

The corpse refiner groped forward and stretched out his hand.

It seemed as if it sensed that the obstacle had been removed.

Suddenly he stepped on the water and went away.

! !

That's it?

Wen Yuxi scratched his head, not understanding what this corpse refining meant.

Zhiming dropped the boat back into the water and carried Wen Yuxi back to the boat.

As soon as I sat down, I saw the corpse coming back.

Like a snake, it moved towards them quickly.

Wen Yuxi was stunned.

Is this also possible?

Are you kidding them?

"Brother, hurry up, he's caught up again!"

Zhiming nodded and replied calmly: "Just sit tight."

After hearing this, Wen Yuxi hurriedly hugged his thighs.

There was no way. Although his senior brother was considerate, he clearly lacked experience in taking care of children.

He was afraid of being hurt by mistake.

Zhiming stood at the bow of the boat, his sleeves moving in the wind.

The boat suddenly accelerated and moved across the water like a water dragon.

This time he didn't forget to put up a protective shield on the boat.

The splashing water was blocked outside.