"It's Yang Lin! It's really Zi'er and Yang Lin!"
Mengdie looked excited and ecstatic, and the whole world seemed to have disappeared. Only Yuyang Lin, who was swept by Zier's energy, was smiling in her eyes.
Suddenly a hole was opened in the air shield outside the butterfly tree.
Zier shot instantly.
"Sister, Yuyanglin is dying!"
As soon as Zi'er moved her body, she fell under the butterfly of the towering old tree and came to Mengdie's side.
Mengdie's gaze changed in shock, she seemed to be heartbroken when she heard the words, and her beautiful eyes were trembling.
"Die'er, I'm looking for you!"
Yuyanglin smiled and wanted to embrace Mengdie, but his body became soft. He sat on the ground and quickly sat cross-legged, trying to support this body, but his eyes were loose and lethargic.
"Yanglin! What's wrong with you? You, you're dying of life!"
Mengdie looked panicked, and her face was pale. As soon as Yuyang Forest fell, Mengdie seemed to be broken with distress, and people felt pity.
"Sister, Yuyanglin was shocked by Qiongqi's law body, and the primordial spirit was already severely damaged. The Dragon Turtle Demon Emperor said that Yuyanglin was going to die soon, and there was no way, oooooo..."
Zi'er burst into tears, her voice choked: "So Zi'er brought Yuyanglin directly into Mingyou Realm, and asked the old master to take action to treat Yuyanglin."
"Yanglin, it's okay, it's okay, there must be a way to save you."
Mengdie's eyes slipped and hugged Yuyang Forest tightly. Wu Yang, who was transformed into a spear, was extremely well-behaved at this moment, standing quietly aside.
"Die'er, I..."
Yuyanglin tried his best to raise his eyes and looked at the heartbroken Mengdie. The eyelids were heavy, and they hadn't spoken yet, but they were slowly closed. The hideous primordial spirit in his body also suddenly had a meal, quietly cross-legged in Dantian Zhi In the middle, Baoxiang is solemn, letting the vitality flow from the heart of the eyebrows.
Only in the depths of the eyebrows, a flash of mysterious runes flashed.
"Yanglin! Yanglin! Don't sleep, don't sleep!"
Mengdie's sobbing voice was shouting, but it was whispering in Yuyanglin's ears, but Yuyanglin was constantly dying with vitality, and the particles in the condensed law body were slowly disintegrating.
"Sister Hushang, please save Yanglin, please save Yanglin."
Mengdie, kneeling beside Yuyanglin, suddenly turned to look at the graceful and noble woman behind her, with a weeping voice: "You are the most wise of the ten demon kings, and you are the strongest who understands the way of life. You can definitely save Yanglin, right? Die'er please."
Mengdie’s heartache caused the flying butterflies around him to stop, and countless blooming flowers slowly closed. A ray of sadness overflowed in the air, making the light and secluded breath deeper and more secluded.
"Princess, he fell asleep because his spirit was withered and his consciousness was shattered. The real injury was that the Yuanshen Palace was shattered by a terrifying killer move. My understanding of the way of life is still very simple, let alone save him, maintain his Life can't do it!"
The graceful and noble woman's butterfly dress, her eyes are full of wisdom. Looking at Yuyang Lin, she is already amazed. At a glance, she can see the terrifying wound on the heart of Yuyang Lin Yuanshen's eyebrows, and she can only shake her head helplessly.
"His vitality is constantly passing away, and what is passing away is the longevity. Any means of imprisonment and blockade is useless, and it will disappear in a short time, and the body will die." Huo Chang sighed, as if he was very concerned about the passing of a life. sad.
Life is precious because it is unique, and life is wonderful because it is tenacious, but life is like an illusion. Parting or death is the only ending of life.
"No, it won't. Yanglin is an eternal genius, with great luck. He is destined to become a man who stands tall and will not just fall away."
Mengdie shook her head in disbelief, but suddenly raised her head and looked at the distant sky.
"Father, I know you can hear what I said, Die'er begs you to save Yanglin, he is the love of Die'er in this life, he is dead and I am dead, he is born and I live!" Mengdie's eyes are firm and decisive, and he sees death as home. .
The butterfly clan’s loyalty to love will last until death, and will not be easily moved, but once you fall in love with a person, the sky will be old, the sea will die, and the dead will rest, and even if you die, there will be endless entanglements in the world.
The butterfly symbolizes the perfect love, because even if the love dies, the butterfly heart will not die. It is rumored that the three lives and three generations will exist.
"Idiot!"
A voice full of majesty, but incomparably ethereal, echoed in the quiet but endless sad sky, and it seemed to come from the dark sky, without a track, but it changed the entire Hushuyuan world.
A middle-aged man wearing a black and white robe appeared silently and silently appeared beside Mengdie with his hands on his back, a dignified body, his eyes were like a black hole in a starry sky, and a middle-aged man wearing a black and white robe.
The long hair, half black and half white, draped on the back, dancing with the wind, but there was an air of dust.
"Father!"
"I have seen the lord."
"Meet the old master."
Mengdie looked at the middle-aged man and the graceful woman who suddenly appeared with tears, but slightly bowed her body respectfully, and Zi'er bowed down directly.
"Father, please save Yanglin." Mengdie pleaded: "Die'er will never leave Mingyou Realm without authorization. I must practice hard, and my soul must be gathered before the thousand years of age."
"Get up."
The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "Your brothers and sisters are destined to have this catastrophe, but the emperor will not easily interfere with the waves of the times. Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on your own good fortune. If the emperor deliberately protects you, it will It will only bring you more disasters."
The middle-aged man has a gloomy aura, but his voice is soothing, so that the heart marks caused by Mengdie's extreme heartache are erased.
"When you went up and left Mingyou Realm secretly, the father had already known it, but he didn't stop you, because you, like your brother's impermanence, have your own predecessor.
The middle-aged man wiped the tears from the corners of Mengdie's eyes with a fond look: "The butterfly clan needs constant transformation to grow, but the fate of your brother and sister, the people you meet, seem to be the same kind of people."
"It's difficult for Emperor Father to watch the characters of that moment!"
While speaking, the middle-aged man looked at Yuyanglin, who was entering deep meditation at this moment: "They are also super geniuses of the human race, and their souls have already reached a state of unheard of foresight, and they have already touched a trace of the open world. The mystery!"
"No! Father, I am different from my brother. The people my brother meets don’t have a trace of emotion with him, and he’s not his brother’s Taoist companion. He is completely his brother’s impaired person. He is different from Yanglin. He loves me and he Die'er's Taoist companion!"
"I beg Father, you will save Yanglin." Mengdie said to kneel down again.
"I can't save him either. The soul is shattered, and he will definitely die. Even if he is rescued, it will only make him live for a hundred years at most."
The middle-aged man shook his head, but when he looked at Yuyang Forest, his eyes flashed strangely: "However, the moment this person entered the Mingyou Realm, it made me feel a familiar breath."
The middle-aged man suddenly pointed to Yuyang Lin's eyebrows: "Although it can't save you, but to restore some of your mental power and repair your chaotic sea of consciousness, you can still do it. Whether you live or die depends on your own good fortune. "