Su Yan could no longer hear the following words, his ears were buzzing, his fists creaked, and a feeling of grief and indignation spread in his heart.
It seemed to emerge before his eyes that the immortals in his own realm were being chased and killed alone, without help, no one to save, not knowing where to flee, but just kept going forward and forward until they were killed.
This is the third immortal he has heard about him so far, a green pheasant, a Mo Fanchen who knows nothing about life and death, and the other is a tree in front of his eyes that has turned into his body.
Hard work, I don't know how many years it took to cultivate to become an immortal, staying outside for his real world branch, but in the end, it ended up like this.
Su Yan was really heartbroken, even the original ridicule voice in the live broadcast room gradually disappeared, and there was a low voice.
"I'll help you!" Su Yan suddenly raised his head and interrupted Gu Ling. For nothing else, he wanted to see the immortal in his real world.
Gu Ling was still talking, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Okay, I can ask, how fast your sacred beast mount is flying, you don’t know, that group of mosquitoes are stupid brains, they are all attacked by groups. As long as one person attracts them, they will keep chasing them, and I can take this opportunity to go to the center of their lair and pick the ancestral spirit fruit."
Su Yan glanced at the Golden Crow. Suddenly, the angel wings behind him unfolded, and he arrived at the nebula in an instant, and then returned within less than a breath. From the eyes of others, he had stayed where he was and had not moved.
However, Gu Ling could see clearly, and a flash of shock flashed in his eyes. This speed was terrifying!
"I don't need it, I can!" Su Yan said: However, I have a request. I will pick the ancestral spirit fruit. You are responsible for making bait. After all, your cultivation is above me. "
"This—" Gu Ling suddenly hesitated. It was the person in front of him who was almost faster than the third step. If he took this opportunity to escape, wouldn't it be that he would be emptied by a basket of water, after all, everyone is not the same. Familiar, just met once.
"Why, brother Gu is still afraid that I will not be able to get away with my spirit fruit, so let's change the angle and let my son attract a group of mosquitoes in the Celestial Realm. You go pick the spirit fruit, what do I think? This is just to see if you dare to gamble once. Is it?" Su Yan pointed to the distant nebula gradually drifting away.
"Well, since it's cooperation, I certainly believe it. If I don't even have this courage, I am too sorry for my identity." Gu Ling laughed.
Su Yan nodded, admiring him a little.
"Brother Wang, then I will tell you what I have at present, so that we can succeed at one time," Gu Ling said, turning a blue flute into his hand, and then began to paint. Start the graphics.
"This is the nest of blood mosquitoes, built around the ancestral spirit tree, as if to protect it around. I just went in, and I checked it with my spiritual sense. There are about 30 mosquitoes in the heavenly realm. The rest All of them are Nirvana and the like, but there should be a beast king, and in the third step, he should hunt me down.
When the time comes, I will go in first and attack them first. They will surely attack them in groups, because once out of the nebula, they will stop attacking and then retreat. Then all I have to do is circle in the nebula.
And that nebula is big or small, and it is another person’s territory. It is intercepted before and after. Therefore, you only have ten breaths at most. There are three fruits on the ancestral spirit tree, and you can pick a few at that time. It depends on your own ability, understand? "Gu Ling stopped drawing, and the figure condensed by soul power in the air slowly faded.
Su Yan nodded repeatedly, asked some other questions, and asked the Golden Crow to respond. After all, his figure was too large.
The two of them went directly to the nebula. Gu Ling went in the first time. Su Yan was waiting outside, waving the wings of an angel. In less than three breaths, the clouds fluctuated and exploded, followed by anger. After Su Yan's roar, Su Yan instantly penetrated into the clouds.
To be on the safe side, he went into hiding directly, although he knew it was useless, because Gu Ling said that they were very sensitive to breath.
As soon as Su Yan entered, he saw countless blood mosquitoes chasing and killing Gu Ling with endless ferocity, and below, there were some dead and burning.
They are like a group of red mists chasing after him, Su Yan doesn't even doubt that as long as they pass through Gu Ling's body, there must be only some bones left.
Time waits for no one. He only has ten breaths of time. Su Yan quickly locked in. In the center of the countless beehive-like nests, there is a white, outrageous forest standing in it. It is like a moon palace. Like a fairy, spotless, even the leaves above are crystal clear, like ice crystals after a heavy snowfall.
What a nice view!
This was Su Yan's first impression of this ancestral spirit tree. He left quickly, and the next moment, directly under the tree, the ancestral spirit tree was still gently swaying, and on it, there were three fist-sized fruits.
This fruit turned out to be very similar to the legendary ginseng fruit, white and shiny, like a hockey puck. The most important thing is that on it, there are human faces, eyebrows, eyes, and mouth. It is very strange.
When Su Yan was about to pick the first one, suddenly, a whirlpool gradually appeared on the tree, and slowly, a corpse of a woman in white with her eyes closed gradually floated out of it.
The female corpse didn't have the slightest vitality, her hair was so beautiful, and her face was a match for Linglong.
There are others in the ancestral spirit tree.
In the next moment, a voice that seemed to have been in existence for a long time gradually came from the tree: "People from my hometown, I can feel the smell you are familiar with. Thank you for finding me. This is the last voice I lingered before I sat down. I don't know how long it will take you to find me, or whether you are a stranger or my old friend.
My name is Linglan, and my home is on the 8th plane of the Jiuli Realm, a place full of apricot blossoms in the Northern Profound Region. People from the outside like to call it Xinghua Village.
At the last moment of the dying of life, I discovered that what I have always missed the most was not the heaven, but the village before it was transformed.
I miss it.
Hometown, I don’t know if you are still wandering outside. If one day, the door of your house opens, please take mine home and bury it in the place where it used to be. If there is a next life, I want to be a mortal and a normal one. A mortal... "The ethereal woman's voice became weaker and weaker in the end. It seemed that there was still a lot to say, but it turned into regret in the end.
Immediately afterwards, a wisp of pink mist floated from the woman's forehead, which was becoming more and more solid, and plunged into the sea of Su Yanzhi. In an instant, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed drastically.
Above my head, there is a blue sky that is not plausible, and the white clouds flow gently with the wind, changing to different appearances. The sun is shining and the person who shines is warm.
There was a joyous loud noise from a child in the distance, and Su Yan realized that there were apricot trees all over the mountains and plains around him. The trees were full of apricot blossoms. As the breeze blew, bursts of fragrance wafted out and filled the surrounding area.
Several cheerful and beautiful birds sang among the flowers and forests, and finally turned into black spots and disappeared into the distance.
In the distance, there are two huge mountains facing each other. The top of the mountain is filled with clouds and mist. I don't know where the mountain is. Below the mountain, this is a forest of apricot blossoms.
There were shepherd boys riding oxen out of the forest, many younger children ran out, some pulling the tail of the ox, some wanted to ride, and the girl with two braids stood nervously on the side and trot with her brother. Going deep.
In the distance, the smoke is curling, and there is the sound of roosters and dogs. It is faintly visible. Dozens of houses are hidden in them. This scene is like a scene in a painting, elegant and quiet, like a paradise.
In the middle of the village, many villagers were worshiping around trees like ice crystals, seeming to pray for blessings. The trees were covered with red cloth strips and various small signs.
It was the ancestral spirit tree, but at that time the ancestral spirit tree was so small, it became the patron saint of Xinghua Village, and all kinds of events were held here during the festivals. They seemed to be a family.
"I really want to go back to the carefree time..." A soft sigh sounded, and the ancestral spirit tree swayed, but the scene in front of Su Yan was getting farther and farther away. He firmly remembered that. Two opposing mountains put on the sky.
With a flower in his eyes, in front of him is the huge ancestral spirit tree, and the spirit of the ancestral spirit tree with his eyes closed, as if asleep, who has experienced difficulties and obstacles and became the fairy king Linglan.
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