Chapter 44 Spiritual Power

The next day, Mesomea got up early and saw a sword on the table. The appearance of the sword was exactly the same as the dragon sword. Mesomea had never seen the sword. It was red all over, with a fiery phoenix at the hilt of the sword, and its feather feathers were lifelike and wings.

The sword body is 1.8 meters long, which is exactly the same length as the dragon sword. One dragon and one phoenix, one clear and one red, just a pair, which is a perfect match. However, Mesomea has never seen and heard of the material, like wood, like gold but not gold, and it is extremely heavy. Mesomea wanted to move it, but it did not come true.

Then, she picked up a piece of white silk with a line of red handwriting written on it, "Fight against the Mankla tribe!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Mesomea's eyes. Who left it for Jiulong? She slowly turned her head and looked at the sleeping Jiulong, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. Now Jiulong is blind, and even walking has become a problem. What else is she fighting?

Mesomea folded the letter, stuffed it into his pocket, and slowly went out of the door. After a while, the delicious breakfast was ready. Mesomea slowly entered the door and was stunned.

I saw Jiulong sitting cross-legged, with his hands folded, and his five hearts facing the sky. Circles of powerful golden light swallowed. Sometimes a dark green light flashed in the golden light. Jiulong's treasure elephant was solemn and majestic. He closed his eyes, and waves of invisible shocks surged like the tide.

"The spirit is as vast as the sea!" Mesomia looked at Jiulong in a daze. She quickly put down her breakfast, sat at the table, holding her chin, and looked at Jiulong in practice. Time continued slowly, and Mesomea looked at Jiulong in a daze, with thoughts in her heart. There was the joy of their together in the past, their pain in recent days, and their sweetness...

At this time, Jiulong entered a special state. He only felt that his spirit was getting stronger and stronger, and everything in the room became clearer and clearer. Teacup tables, sofa chairs, including a needle and thread, seemed to be able to see the general.

The spiritual power extends outward, and everything outside the house is reflected in his mind. The grass in the garden, the pavilions, and even the ant nest on the ground are as if he has seen it with his own eyes. In his inner vision, he can only see the green light surging in his body, and a golden true qi drop like a heart is breathing gently, a circle of golden true qi. It ripples, slowly eroding the green light fog and assimilated into itself.

The golden gas atomized by green light slowly wrapped around the golden droplets, but it did not merge. It was wrapped in a trace, just like a silkworm cocoon. Slowly, the golden droplets were completely wrapped by the golden fog and finally turned into a solid golden silkworm cocoon. Waiting for the golden droplets will break the cocoon into a butterfly.

Suddenly, Jiulong took a long breath and stopped his work. He slowly opened his eyes. The empty pupil seemed to have a glimmer of brilliance. Jiulong brushed and automatically jumped down from **. The action was relaxed and exactly the same as he could see.

"Brother Jiulong..." This shocked Mesomea. She was afraid that Jiulong would fall and hurried forward to help her, but she was hugged by Jiulong, kissed her affectionately, and hugged her arms. Although Jiulong still couldn't see Methomea, everything she had, except color, could The real reflection in my mind is already a great blessing for Kowloon.

"Brother Jiulong..." Close to Jiulong's chest, Mesmia shed tears. She cried and said, "Brother Jiulong, are your eyes OK?"

"No, but there is no difference now!" Jiulong rubbed Mesomea's ear, kissed it, and smiled happily.

Comforting Mesomeia, Jiulong went to the table, picked up a knife and a sword on the table, and gently wiped it. He blew on the sword, but the sword did not make the sound of the sword or the sound of the sword, "What a strange sword, is it broken copper and iron!"

Jiulong slowly put his true spirit into it, and then he immediately withdrew, reflecting an incredible scene in his mind. The swords were indifferent and had no sign of cracking. Jiulong was immediately overjoyed and finally found a weapon he could use. He quickly shouted: "Good sword!"

"Brother Jiulong..., eat quickly, and I'm ready for breakfast!" At this time, Mesomea came again.

"Messoria, do you know where the swords came from?" Jiulong held a sword and asked slowly.

"Brother Jiulong, when I woke up today, the sword was already on the table, and there was a silk next to it, which said..." Mesomea hesitated for a moment and struggled not to say anything.

"Mesomea, what is written?" Kowloon is obviously a little anxious.

"It says 'Fight against the Mankla tribe!'" Mesomea put down his things, fell into Jiulong's arms and cried bitterly, "Brother Jiulong, don't leave me, don't go to war again, can you accompany your Mesomea?"

"Mesomea, we won't leave. I will never let you leave me again, no matter where you go!" Kowloon quickly comforted him, and the painful lesson made him reluctant to separate from Mesomea. Even if they died in the future, they would die together.

"Hmm!" Mesomea nodded gently and muttered, "Brother Jiulong, in fact, if you go to war, it doesn't matter. As long as you bring Methomea, Methomea cooks delicious food for you every day and takes care of you!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong also agreed for sure.

Sitting at the dinner table, although Jiulong moved freely, he was still fed by Mesomea. However, at this time, Mesomea no longer had to worry that Jiulong could not eat in his mouth. The two spent their breakfast time lovingly.

After breakfast, Jiulong took Mesomea's hand and walked into Prinse's room. He saw a pair of newlyweds also snuggle up to each other. They were so unloved. They were eating breakfast. You took a bite, I took a bite, and you loved me, like glue.

"Kowloon has met my sister and brother-in-law!" Jiulong stepped into Pau Linse's room and said jokely.

Bo Linse was surprised to think that Jiulong would come to her room. She was even more happy to see Jiulong's free movement. She thought Jiulong's eyes had come back, but when she moved her eyes to Kowloon's pupils, her face changed, "Brother, how did you come from? Can your eyes see it?"

Kowloon smiled and said no, and Messmia quickly took over the topic. She bowed to Bolise and Qatar Yingying and obediently called, "Sister, brother-in-law, good morning!"

"Alas, my good sister!" Porinse grabbed Mesomea's hand happily, looked at Mesomea, who had been working recently, and said affectionately, "My brother has really found a good daughter-in-law!"

"Sister, Brother Jiulong's mental strength suddenly soared last night, and now he can move completely freely, but he can't see the color." Mesomia was a little depressed when she spoke. After all, Jiulong's eyes were the pain of her life.

"Spiritual power?" Bolinse and Qatar looked at each other. Their faces were full of shock. Their spiritual power can indeed detect something, but what a vast spiritual power is needed to achieve it like Kowloon, the spiritual power of an eight-level magician? Or a nine-level magician...?

In fact, what they don't know is that Jiulong's spiritual power has far exceeded this level at this time. He has assimilated a ten-level dragon. His spiritual power is not the standard of a ten-level magician, and it is even better than that.

"Sister, it's not a big deal. In fact, Mesomea's spiritual power is also very high. Now she is almost at the level of a nine-level magician. Although she can't do it like Brother Jiulong, she may also figure out the general thing!" Mesomia was not surprised that Kowloon had such a strong spiritual power.

"What did you say?" This time, the two were even more surprised. Mesomea had no power to bind chickens, and she couldn't stand any symptoms. She had such a strong mental strength.

"Mesomea, you are also a magician, and you are a nine-level magician?" Prinse looked at Mesomea in surprise, looking unbelievable.

"Sister!" Mesomia lowered her head gently and said weakly, "Although I am super strong, I haven't been able to store magic since I was seven years old, so I'm not a magician!"

"Oh!" Prinse still didn't believe it, but she did not feel any magic in Mesomea, so she reluctantly let go.

"Sister, I have been here for more than ten days, and now I have recovered. Today, please take me to visit my father." Jiulong slowly said his true purpose.