With the roots of the blood-colored spirit bamboo, it continuously absorbed and plundered nutrients from the soil. Si Yuan discovered that the surrounding Yangjie land was rapidly becoming withered and dead.

It is like the essence of the earth inside, being inexplicably plundered and absorbed.

Become a truly barren land.

He opened his right hand and grabbed a handful of soil on the ground. He rubbed his five fingers gently, and the fine particles of soil were like grains of sand.

They all fluttered and fell down the gaps of his fingers.

“A real barren land.”

Si Yuan observed carefully and responded carefully.

From these sand and soil, he could not feel the slightest breath of nurturing and nourishing life. Before, this ground was not made of sand and was extremely hard.

The soil is filled with spiritual energy and essence, and can be called a treasure land.

"This thing is now even included in the non-life land in the range of devouring and absorption." Si Yuan glanced up and down at the Prison-Devouring Sword at this time, thinking in his heart: "However, it can be regarded as showing the abilities of the plant itself."

"This upgrade and evolution is interesting."

"I hope it will bring me some surprises."

Si Yuan calmed down and sat quietly near the blood-colored spirit bamboo, waiting patiently.

In my ears, listen quietly to the sound of the rooted growth of the blood-colored spiritual bamboo.

The resentful spirits, evil ghosts and blood seas in the inner space of the Prison Devouring Sword are continuously decomposed and swallowed, absorbed into special nutrients.

Continuously nourish the buds for growth and development.

At the same time, the fierce and bloodthirsty aura is rapidly weakening, its sharpness is restrained, turning into peace, and it has a kind of elegant aura that is uncontested.

When the sun is in full swing.

The blood-colored spiritual bamboo buds that had been brewing for a long time suddenly bloomed in anger, and were terrifyingly fast.

That moment.

It made Si Yuan feel as if a red sun was rising, blooming with passionate and unrestrained vitality, from evil to sacred.

"Boom..."

Straws of spiritual energy in heaven and earth were pulled over and gathered around the blood-colored flower.

When it merges with its pollen, it blooms with brilliant rain of flowers, emitting a fragrant fragrance that refreshes the heart. The rain of flowers is floating, extremely magnificent and holy.

For a moment, Si Yuan was fascinated by him.

It is completely unbelievable that such a strange change would evolve.

Looking around, there is a red color between the world, and the crystal rain of flowers floats with the wind, cleaning the world. Every petal seems to have a different figure.

Some people, there are beasts, birds, fish, and insects...

All kinds of figures are vivid and realistic.

“That’s…?!”

Si Yuan looked at it intently.

Suddenly, the figures in each petal were the targets of the Prison-Devouring Sword that had devoured the essence of life.

"boom……!"

Suddenly, all the petals that showed different figures exploded and shattered in the air.

Turns into dazzling rain and falls.

Like the flow of thousands of streams returning to the river, all the sacred light rain particles spiral in the air, coiling and rotating like nebula vortexes, gathering towards the red flower.

They were completely absorbed by them.

At the same time, Si Yuan felt an inexplicable mysterious attraction, which came from the center of the red bamboo flower and penetrated deep into his heart.

"The Legend of Fairy Wood"

"Master, come in!"

Suddenly, a delicate and cold voice echoed out of thin air in Si Yuan's heart.

He recognized that it was the sound of the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit.

No hesitation or hesitation.

Si Yuan's soul left his body and escaped into the red bamboo flower.

Although the flowers are small, they can enter it, but they seem to have entered another world. The feeling is completely different from the outside world.

The environment of the entire small world is filled with a kind of scarlet mist.

It was like blood mist floating.

But there is no bloody smell at all, but it has an indescribable and strange fragrance that smells extremely pleasant.

It is fragrant but not greasy, and it is condensed but not dissipated.

"Winter, winter, winter,…!"

The mysterious sound of heartbeat sounded in the middle of this scarlet mist.

It drives everything in the small world to resonate with the rhythm.

"Master, help me!"

“I want to take the opportunity to get stronger.”

The soft and cold voice of the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit sounded again in Si Yuan's heart.

Following the contractual sensing and connection in the dark, Si Yuan instinctively understands and knows what he should do so as to better help the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit.

"The six paths of life reflect and manifest!"

Si Yuan's soul shouted softly.

In an instant, a dazzling six-colored light burst out from inside his soul.

Six different mysterious silk threads are intertwined out of thin air, condensing and manifesting a huge six-path formation map that covers the sky and the sun, encompassing the entire misty small world.

The six extraordinary life secrets belonging to immortals, demons, demons, holy, spirits, and gods, are manifested here.

It seems to be imprinted in this misty little world.

“Buzz…!”

The six-path formation diagram of life vibrates gently, expands and contracts.

It began to resonate with the mysterious heartbeat and tune the frequency, and finally it was completely in line with each other without distinction.

"Crazy...!"

The scarlet mist suddenly accelerated its flow rate and gathered in the direction of the heartbeat.

And as if there were and there were nothing, all the scarlet mist gradually added a sliver of six colors, and its essence was mutating.

Start to deviate from the form that the Prison-Devouring Sword should have evolved and upgraded.

Due to the influence of the six rules of life, we gradually advance towards a completely unknown mutation direction. But it can be expected that the result must be stronger than the normal upgrade state.

After all, for the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit, she will not harm herself.

"Winter, winter, winter,…!"

The mysterious heartbeat suddenly began to increase.

The sound becomes obvious and beats vigorously.

The endless scarlet mist gathers, and the six-colored colors bloom into different halos, soft and mysterious, just like a six-colored sun condensing and forming.

Si Yuan's soul opened his soul's eyes wide and carefully observed the direction of the heartbeat.

I witnessed the mysterious egg that looked like a six-colored sun suddenly burst, and a charming and graceful figure stood up from it.

The strange figures condense and transform, naturally stretching their limbs and body.

Shows the perfectly tall devilish curve.

The faint six-colored flames enveloped his body, then condensed and deformed, turning into a six-colored blood lotus mark, branded on the center of his forehead and eyebrows.

Even though there is a scarlet mist.

That dazzling and mysterious brilliance is still brilliant and cannot be concealed at all.

"Swish..."

The beautiful shadow flies like a flying fairy.

The light and spirit drifted toward Si Yuan's soul, stood quietly, and smiled slightly at Si Yuan, with a bright smile, which was extremely charming.

It was not until this time that Si Yuan could truly see the changes of the Prison-Devouring Sword Spirit.

I saw that his appearance and figure were much clearer than before, and he felt a sense of solidity and no longer gave him a illusion.
Chapter completed!