I'm Repairing Immortal World

After waiting for a while, the ghost did not appear, and Pang Jun did not fall ill again.

Xu Ying and Zhou Jianjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, I'll stay and watch Pang Jun, Senior Sister, Chen Hao, you go back first!"

The matter came to an end for the time being, Zhou Jianjun chose to stay and take care of Pang Jun by the way, he still values ​​this martial arts student very much.

Senior sisters Xu Ying and Chen Hao went back to their respective homes.

Go back to own house.

Take a look at the corridor, no one, fine, close the door.

Chen Hao carefully took out the soul urn from his bosom, his face full of regret.

I saw several thin cracks on the originally smooth and dark surface of the soul urn, one of which was a bit long, almost cracking from the mouth to the bottom of the urn.

The soul urn is cracked!

After catching the first ghost, the fragile soul urn was overloaded and burst directly.

While feeling sorry for the soul urn in his hand, Chen Hao summoned the two ghosts in the soul urn.

Immediately, the room was filled with cloudy air, and the temperature dropped several points.

"Hurry up, both of you, to mend this soul urn!"

Chen Hao ordered.

Under his order, gusts of yin energy were spewed out by the two ghosts and poured into the soul urn.

At the same time, Chen Hao also used the method of sacrificially refining the soul urn, guiding Yin Qi to repair the damaged soul urn.

After about a quarter of an hour, the tiny cracks on the surface of the soul urn disappeared after being repaired.

But the longest crack only faded a little, and it couldn't be completely repaired.

But at this time, Chen Hao was already exhausted, and the energy in his body was exhausted by the repair just now.

The two ghosts were equally unbearable.

For them, Yin Qi is the foundation of survival, and consuming Yin Qi is digging their roots.

After this round of consumption, the condition of the two ghosts is not very good.

In the one that had just taken human form, the ghost body made of Yin Qi was already somewhat blurred. The other one was even worse. In the battle just now, it had absorbed nearly half of its yin energy, and now it had consumed a lot. Suddenly, the whole ghost body became unstable, vaguely, as if it might dissipate at any time.

"Let's leave it at that!"

Seeing this, Chen Hao was afraid that his two ghost relatives would be lost, so he had to stop the restoration work of the soul urn.

After repairing, the soul urn seems to be a little stronger, and it can be used for a while.

"However, fooling around like this is not a solution after all. With the system in place, I am destined to collect a large number of dependents in the future. Now there is only the Xuanyin Ghost Control Technique, which is the method of making dependents. Everything depends on the soul urn. But now After only taking in two little ghosts, this shoddy soul urn can no longer hold up, how can I build up my army of ghosts, and rely on hanging up to cultivate and become an immortal?"

Thinking of this, Chen Hao worriedly sent the two little ghosts back to the urn, hung up the phone and breathed out their Yin Qi.

The wave of injuries just now made Chen Hao considerately let the two little ghosts rest.

But it has always been like this, it is not a solution after all, if the soul urn is broken today, it may be broken a second time tomorrow.

Today's experience made Chen Hao firm in his determination to upgrade his soul urn as soon as possible.

...

Another place, in a mansion that is not far away from the Tiger Martial Arts Hall.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face was sitting in a Lotus Position in a dark room, burning a long stick of incense thick as a thumb in front of him, and the curling smoke was greedily swallowed by the middle-aged man with his breathing.

Inhaling the smoke, an abnormal flush appeared on the pale face of the middle-aged man.

Suddenly, there was a slight crisp sound in the silent and dark room.

Hearing this sound, the middle-aged man who was enjoying the smoke was stunned with a smile on his face.

"One soul urn was broken! What a pity!"

The middle-aged man murmured softly, a pity flashed in his heart, but he didn't get up because of this, but concentrated his mind and concentrated on inhaling the stick of long incense in front of him before getting up dizzily.

The middle-aged man came to the depths of the dark room and stopped in front of a locust wood bookshelf.

The locust wood bookshelf is not filled with books, but exquisite soul urns.

From the perspective of production technology, these soul urns are much more refined than the rough-made soul urns in Chen Hao's hands. The raw materials of each soul urn are carefully selected, and then carefully crafted by skilled masons. Then the middle-aged people will practice in person.

There are 25 soul urns like this on the pagoda wood bookshelf.

The middle-aged man shook his slightly dizzy head, checked, and found the soul urn that made the sound on the third shelf of the bookshelf.

At this moment, the surface of this exquisite soul urn is covered with cracks like spider webs.

It seems that as long as there is a breeze, the whole soul urn will be shattered into a pile of gravel.

"Um!"

Seeing this situation, the middle-aged man immediately knocked on Own's head to wake up his dizzy head, and then got up and twisted a small fragment from the soul urn.

Putting this small piece on the candle next to the bookshelf, wisps of smoke immediately rose.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth to inhale, and the green smoke was immediately inhaled by him.

With this wisp of smoke, the middle-aged man muttered words, shook his head, seemed to communicate with an unknown existence in the smoke, and vaguely saw everything that the little ghost in the soul urn saw before he was enslaved by Chen Hao.

"What an evil ghost from the ghost Realm, no wonder it can easily catch my ghost from the wandering Realm! Hey, this ghost seems to use the mysterious Yin control ghost technique, how is it possible? How can a ghost use Xuanyin ghost control technique?"

The middle-aged man, who saw the whole story through magic, recognized the Xuanyin ghost control technique used by Chen Hao's ghost, and his face was full of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

It broke his long-established cognition, and also aroused his strong interest.

"Is that ghost in the Tiger Martial Art Museum, small place, wait... Jie Jie Jie"

The deep smile of the middle-aged man resounded in the dark room, matched with the flickering candles in the room, like the howling of an evil spirit.

...

Early the next morning, Chen Hao got up early.

After a night of rest, the two ghosts in the soul urn recovered a little.

So Chen Hao gave the two ghosts an order to hang up and fly. The ghost that had just taken shape immediately hung up and practiced martial arts, but the other newly subdued ghost just stood there in a daze and didn't move for a long time.

"??"

Chen Hao was puzzled for a while, and ordered several times over and over again, but the new ghost didn't move.

Staring at this new ghost, with its faint will-o'-the-wisp and pale appearance, Chen Hao suddenly came to a realization.

"Fuck, it was a wrong payment after all. This ghost is too weak, and it can't cultivate the human martial art Cultivation Technique without condensing the human form. Really..."

Chen Hao looked up to the sky and sighed, and could only arrange for it to continue breathing.

"The two ghosts don't have names, so we can't call them Hey Hey every time we call them!"

Chen Hao looked at the two in the soul urn, and came up with the idea of ​​naming them.

Therefore, those who have just taken human form are called great treasures, and those who are not yet human are called little treasures.