After reaching the Spirit Transformation Stage, it seemed much easier for her to comprehend the artistic conception than before.
However, in the blink of an eye, his comprehension of the artistic conception of time exceeded the 10% threshold, and he naturally comprehended a method.
"This is……"
Xiang Sheng suddenly showed a strange look on his face and flicked his sleeve.
Swish——
The passage of time quickly slipped through his sleeves, condensing into a series of phantoms in a quiet room that were rapidly flowing backwards.
In just a moment, the shadow of the quiet room went back a month to before it was destroyed.
Xiang Shengfuzhi's mind was focused, his fingertips lightly touched the shadow, and he pulled it back suddenly.
With this pull, the shadow of the quiet room immediately enlarged and overlapped with reality.
In just a moment, the quiet room returned to its original state, as if it had never been destroyed.
Xiang Sheng stood up and touched the furnishings in the quiet room, confirming that they were all real, his eyes shocked.
She had seen how Third Senior Brother used the Sword Intention of Time.
He can arbitrarily cut time from the past and copy fake talismans, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake.
This artistic conception of my own time can actually directly bring things that existed in the past back to reality!
After his thoughts fluctuated for a moment, Xiang Sheng quickly regained his usual composure.
When she was in the Wanmai Sword Sect, when she read the sword classics, she often saw that the authors highly praised the sword concepts such as time and space.
Her original conception of the years was just a prototype, and could only be used to draw a few paintings. Apart from the time when she forged the talisman, her third senior brother had not revealed too many methods of the sword intent of the years.
She has never had any real feelings about the power of time and space.
It was not until now that she realized the magic of the artistic conception of time.
However, with the experience of his third senior brother as a lesson, Xiang Sheng was not that surprised.
It’s just that the flawless sword intent I mastered before was too pure and not very magical, so it feels very novel now.
She sat down again, gently pushed the void with her right hand, and slid again.
call--
The shadow of time reappeared, flowing rapidly backwards in her palm. In a moment, she felt that the time she had pushed forward had reached its limit.
Half a year.
The artistic conception of time that has barely reached one-tenth of the realm can only be traced back to the time and space of half a year ago at most.
For a monk, half a year is just a blink of an eye.
Half a year ago, the quiet room in the guest house was empty.
Xiang Sheng looked at the empty quiet room in the phantom, stretched out her hand and grabbed the incense burner placed in the phantom quiet room, which immediately flew into her hand from the past time and space.
At the same time, the incense burner that had just recovered from the past and was filled with curling sandalwood disappeared out of thin air in an instant.
Xiang Sheng glanced at the incense table where only the ash from the incense burner remained, then lowered his head to look at the cold incense burner in his hand, as if thinking about something.
Third Senior Brother's method of copying past time and space does not affect reality, but she cannot.
"If I bring something out from the past, will that thing disappear from the present?"
Next, Xiang Sheng kept taking out the furnishings in the quiet room from the shadows of the past to verify his thoughts.
Her method of using time became more and more skillful in the process, and the time it took to retrieve things became shorter and shorter.
Just when she wanted to take the cushion she was sitting on out from the past, her movements suddenly stopped.
The cushion that seemed so light and airy under her seat in reality, in the shadow of the past, seemed heavier than a mountain, and she could not shake it.
He casually waved away the shadow of time, stood up and took a look at the cushion, and soon saw the clue.
This cushion was originally an ordinary object. However, when she broke through to the Spiritual Transformation stage, it was washed by a large amount of spiritual energy and showed signs of transforming into a low-level magic weapon. Now it can barely be considered half a magic weapon.
"It seems that this method of rewinding time can only be used on inanimate objects without spiritual energy..."
With a conclusion in mind, Xiang Sheng no longer wasted time doing more experiments.
She took out some of the clear water obtained from the abyss snake's lair and took it into her body to temper her flesh. Then she activated the breath-concealing technique to cover up the fluctuations of her own breakthrough.
After doing this, Xiang Sheng waved his sleeves to disperse the barrier, then stood up and walked out.
…
At the same time, there was deathly silence in the Yuan family's reception room.
Yuan Zhiping stared at the man in black who was leisurely drinking tea in the guest seat, his face extremely gloomy.
"Master Yuan, why are you doing this?"
The man in black put down his cup of tea and suddenly chuckled, "The master has made it very clear, so please don't be stubborn."
"Stubborn?"
Yuan Zhiping showed a cold sneer, his anger hard to hide: "In the world of cultivation, the law of the jungle prevails, I understand it.
The City Lord can take anything he wants from me, even if it's an heirloom, I, Yuan Zhiping, will take it."
At this point, he trembled all over, "But you want my daughter's eyes, how can I agree?!"
"It's not like your daughter's life is at stake."
The smile on the black-robed monk's face turned cold: "
If it weren't for the fact that your Yuan family has been working diligently for the City Lord's Mansion for many years, your entire family would have gone to hell long ago!
A pair of eyes, in exchange for the safety of your Yuan family, is already a special favor from the master. Yuan Zhiping, don't refuse a toast and then drink a penalty!"
"you!"
Yuan Zhiping was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't know how to refute.
Over the past six months, the methods used against his Yuan family have become more and more severe as time has passed.
He also gradually realized the city lord's thoughts, and besides being angry, he felt more helpless.
Wen Zi is truly the master of the city. Since he had decided to target him, he had already blocked his retreat.
There is no other way but to compromise.
In order to reduce the casualties among his family members, he could only speak frankly with the city lord.
He thought that what Wen Zi really wanted were those ancient books in the house that he couldn't understand, but he didn't expect that the guy actually wanted to dig out his daughter's eyes!
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