"Aren't you going to tell me where Chen Xuan came from? I'm here, so go ahead and tell me." Ying Zheng seemed to be afraid that "Fuxi" didn't hear clearly, so he reminded him again.

But now the spirit of the weapon could no longer make any sound. It was struggling as if it was drowning, and then it turned into a streak of light and disappeared without a trace.

Everything in front of him disappeared, and when Ying Zheng came to his senses again, he had already returned to his bedroom.

Chen Xuan was still lying on the side, and the "strong wind" outside was still echoing. It seemed that everything was Ying Zheng's own imagination, everything was a dream.

But Ying Zheng knew that this was not a dream. The jade slip in his hand had lost much of its luster, and instead, Ying Zheng's aura became stronger.

It seemed that everything on the jade slip had been absorbed by Ying Zheng, and this so-called river of history had lost most of its function.

An unknown substance was moving in Ying Zheng's body, following a specific trajectory.

Ying Zheng knew that this was the streak of light that had just dissipated, and he also knew that this was the spiritual energy that Chen Xuan mentioned.

Although he did not take off his clothes and did not look at himself in the bronze mirror, Ying Zheng still knew that there seemed to be something unusual on his back.

It was a dragon, a black dragon. The dragon pounced on Ying Zheng's back, and the light was moving along this trajectory.

Ying Zheng didn't know whether this was good or bad, but having a martial art - or should it be called a martial art - was somewhat a good thing.

Even if we don’t know what kind of martial arts this is, what its name is, or what its function is, as long as it can smash the spirit of the River Map and Luo Shu to pieces or even absorb it completely, what’s the harm in that?

For Ying Zheng now, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages. No matter what problems arise in the future, Chen Xuan will be there to cover them, so Ying Zheng is not afraid.

As for whether Chen Xuan could hold it or not, that was another matter.

"Chen Xuan, I seem to have cultivated spiritual energy!" Ying Zheng thought for a moment and decided to tell Chen Xuan. After all, this way, Chen Xuan would happily cover for him.

Otherwise, if we wait until something happens, it might be too late.

"What?!"

Chen Xuan's eyes, which had just narrowed, suddenly widened. The body that was originally lying on the table floated up, looking at Ying Zheng, or rather, feeling Ying Zheng through the [Domain].

In just a moment, just a moment of distraction, Ying Zheng had undergone a drastic change.

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