"The Tao of Xu Ming, turn!"
As soon as the middle-aged man made his move, Yuyanglin's body was suddenly released, and a gloomy breath rolled.
Above Yuyanglin’s head, a starry sky vortex was slowly condensed, in which the terrifying space power was a hundred times stronger than the space of the real and virtual world, and a series of mysterious rules followed the little bit of the middle-aged man. , Turned into a mysterious energy into the park above Yuyanglin's head.
Yuyanglin's damaged and dried up mental power is like being nourished by all things, nourished by the essence of heaven and earth, slowly recovering, and the eyebrows seem to be gradually plump as jade.
"The heavens and the earth have Xuan Huang, and the emptiness makes a great waste!"
The middle-aged man pointed again and formed a mysterious handprint with one hand. It was a little empty, and the center of Yuyanglin's eyebrows emitted a bright light. The chaotic sea of consciousness was smoothed like a raging wave, and the broken glass was repaired.
Suddenly a sound of Sanskrit singing resounded in Yuyanglin's body, and the dantian Yuanshen suddenly turned. It seems that because of the recovery of mental power, the chaotic and shattered sea of consciousness was smoothed, and there was a trace of motivation. Yuyanglin's Taoism The fetal soul suddenly felt and turned.
Mengdie broke his tears into laughter, and turned sadness into joy, with hope in his eyes.
"It's this breath!"
However, the middle-aged man's gaze showed his brilliance, piercing the body of Yuyang Forest, and the soul of Yuyang Forest was reflected in his eyes.
"What a mysterious technique, it makes my natal heart throb!" The middle-aged man looked shocked, his eyes flashed a sharp, but gradually calmed down, he shook his head slightly, his expression sighed even more.
Yuyanglin's vitality is still fading.
"Father, why is Yanglin's vitality still fading!" Mengdie's face was once again full of worry and panic.
"I just nourished 30% of his mental power, smoothed his chaotic sea of consciousness, and allowed him to run his own soul, but the wound on the soul cannot be repaired."
"Just like the sky and the earth, as the years go by, the vitality and longevity are passing every moment, there is no way to stop it, unless it is stepping into the open sky realm, but the power of the open sky realm is not strong enough. , He is dying, he is just speeding up the passing of life ten thousand times faster!"
"The middle-aged man shook his head:" Father father is also helpless! At most, he can only destroy his soul, restore it to a mortal body, and prolong his life for a hundred years. "
Mengdie's body softened, and she felt suffocated. Dao Dan was trembling and dim, and a heartache struck her soul.
Suddenly, the pale-faced Mengdie spouted a mouthful of blood.
"Die'er,"
"Princess!"
"elder sister!"
The middle-aged man waved his hand in an instant, and a breath of energy rolled up the dream butterfly, enough to make the coveted spirit of the Void Destruction Realm Monster Beast cross into the chest of the dream butterfly.
Hushang, Zi'er looked worried.
"Yanglin, I killed you, I shouldn't let you come to me."
Mengdie was swept in the air by the spirit of the middle-aged man, but looked sadly at Yuyang Lin.
"Die'er originally wanted you to take me to explore the world, we traveled all over the world of Pangu together, and let the world leave many beautiful stories about us."
Mengdie's voice is soft and deep-rooted, and her endless tenderness turns into the caress of the five fingers on Yuyanglin's cheeks.
"Die'er, converge your mind, run the butterfly mind, your mind is changing."
The middle-aged man's voice is eager: "Whether you can condense the soul, just in a moment, otherwise you will fall into endless grief like Chang'er, your mind will retreat, and you will not be able to break through in this life without great opportunity!"
"If Yanglin is not there, what's the use of condensing the soul, even if the cultivation base continues to break through, in the future, he will still die in the future, it is better to just follow Yanglin."
Mengdie fell on the ground and nestled beside Yuyanglin, but she looked at the middle-aged man: "The father lost his lover at the beginning, and he suffered for more than a million years. Only five thousand years ago, he refined his mind and killed his memory. The past in China annihilated one's own fate and got to know his mother."
"Die'er does not have the will of the father, let alone a million years, it is a thousand years, a hundred years, a day, an hour, even if it is an instant, even if it is a moment, if the Yanglin is lost, the Die'er will condense the soul, but with What's the difference between death!"
Mengdie’s voice is soft, sad and without tears, and her heart is as withered: "My brother is also suffering, with the guidance of his father, and his soul has found a new way. In the future, there is still hope to become a supreme existence like the father, but that is because the hope in his heart is still Now, as long as you keep getting stronger, you can go to see that woman, even if you become a butterfly by her side, you can feel at ease in your heart."
"But Yanglin is about to die." Mengdie was sad, his eyes were dead, and all thoughts were gray: "Yanglin is about to die, what is the meaning of Dieer's breakthrough, longevity? Or long-term loneliness?"
"Die'er, there is hope only when you are alive!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were deep, and his voice was even more eager: "As long as you continue to grow stronger, everything is possible. The Void Realm can create things out of thin air, and the rumors of the existence above the Open Heaven realm can create creatures, and wait for you to become stronger. , You can resurrect Yuyang Forest!"
"Father, rumors, that is just rumors." Mengdie shook his head slightly: "Among the powerful people you have recorded in the entire Pangu world for millions of years, several have stepped into the Open Heaven Realm, and the existence above the Open Heaven Realm is even more so. Nothingness, the memory of blood inheritance is vague, how do you let me strengthen my conviction?"
Mengdie's breath suddenly disappeared, and the cultivation base of the peak of the Pill Transformation Realm, the mood of a whim, unexpectedly began to regress.
"Die'er!"
The middle-aged man opened his eyes and the Sifang Tiandi was immediately blocked, and Mengdie's cultivation was even more confined in his body by this eye.
But the retreat of the mind could not be stopped.
"Die'er, hurry up and guard your heart!" The middle-aged man's voice was calm, making the world and the earth quiet, and Mingyou Realm seemed to be stopped.
"Yang Lin, Die'er knows that you are unwilling to become a mortal. A hundred years is only a short moment. In this last time, Die'er will be by your side. Die'er has many things to say to you."
Mengdie looked at Yuyang Forest with a smile, her eyes endlessly sweet.
"Princess"
"elder sister."
The elegant butterfly clothes, and the butterfly trees behind him are also swaying, and Zi'er has long been crying.
Only the middle-aged man, the master of Mingyoujie, the father of Mengdie, looked uncertain, and his eyes were even brighter. Although he was worried about Mengdie's condition, he seemed to have sensed something, his eyes were awe-inspiring.
"There is a breath of chaotic heavenly secrets!"
The middle-aged man looked surprised, telepathic in the endless time and space, everywhere, in all directions, the world, the Tao Mingming and the emptiness that could be sensed were all sensed, and even the powerful mind made some hermit powerhouses in the Pangu world, deep in time and space. All have telepathy.
But in the end, the middle-aged man fixed his gaze on Yuyanglin, his expression uncertain.
But the wise butterfly in his eyes looked suspicious, unable to sense the slightest breath, and the sharp eyes were also flickering, but they still couldn't sense the heavenly secret that the middle-aged man said.
Suddenly, the black spear erected beside Yuyanglin suddenly twisted and turned into Wu Yang with cold temperament and graceful posture, but his strange eyes looked at Mengdie with a smile.
"Little Butterfly Demon, it's really affectionate and sexual."
Wu Yang became coquettish: "Little Master is not that easy to die, Xiaodie Demon, you'd better be obedient, stabilize your mind, and gather your soul first, otherwise, when the little Master wakes up, your sad heart will be sad. Your vitality will pass away, and then no one can really save you, giggle."