Chapter 1943 (2/2)

Jiang Hao took out the wooden box containing the ancient Bodhi mirror from the storage ring, and carefully took out the broken ancient Bodhi mirror. The original delicate and smooth mirror is full of cracks and looks very ugly. Jiang Hao tried to put the divine power into the ancient Bodhi mirror, but he could not arouse any reaction like a stone sinking into the sea It's as if the magic weapon in front of me has been reduced to a piece of waste without any spiritual power.

After feeling this result, Jiang Hao's face also showed a look of pain. If it had not been for him, the ancient Bodhi mirror would never have become what it is now, and Jiang ChiYan would not have left him.

If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being too weak. You can't even protect what you want to protect. How to cultivate and how to maintain all living beings in the world?

At the moment, Jiang Hao seems to be in a state of paranoia. From time to time, he inputs the power of divine literature into the ancient Bodhi mirror. Even if he has not received any response, he still repeats this behavior.

He remembers the ancient Bodhi mirror's desire for the power of divinity and the need to absorb all kinds of gifted gems. So Jiang Hao injected all the power of divinity and literature into the ancient Bodhi mirror. He also took out all the natural materials and earth treasures in the storage ring and put them in front of the ancient Bodhi mirror, which filled the whole room with rich spiritual power If there is a mask of the array, only such a strong fluctuation of spiritual power is enough to attract the covetous eyes of countless powerful people!

However, Jiang Hao seemed to have no idea, and he was still doing repeated things. However, when people were in despair, those heavenly materials and earth treasures could not be absorbed by the Bodhi ancient mirror. Even Jiang Hao's divine and literary power could not be instilled into it. The ancient Bodhi mirror was damaged too seriously.

”How could this be...”

The weak voice came from Jiang Hao's mouth.

At the thought that he might never see Jiang ChiYan again, Jiang Hao suddenly felt like a twisted heart. He had not felt the pain for a long time.

Damn void creatures, I Jiang Hao will drive you out of this land. You damned maggots, maggots who covet other people's homeland and paradise, I promise I will let you go back as you come!

Jiang Hao's eyes gradually turned red, and the whole person's expression became excited. However, the movements of his hands holding the ancient Bodhi mirror were still extremely gentle, just like holding the most precious treasure of this life.

”Little pool smoke, I will certainly wake you up again, I swear!”