Tulip flowers are born with sad emotions.

When the flower swelled bigger and bigger, the breath of the flower covered more and more, and even dispelled the evil qi, and the people present, not only Song Shan, the little nun of Jingkong, Fang Nanyi, and even the demon, could feel a strong sadness.

This emotion is involuntarily expressed.

"What's the matter, I suddenly want to cry!"

Fang Nanyi didn't understand why his eyes were rosy.

"I miss the master!"

The little nun of Jingkong clasped her hands together: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the disciple is still unstable in the Dao heart, and he can't control the seven emotions and six desires!"

Tears were also flowing from the corners of Song Shan's eyes.

His tears were not because of the emotional infection of the tulip flower, but because he was really sad, this is a tulip flower that took thousands of years to condense his senses.

But it's about to wither.

So he was sad, and there was an irrepressible sadness in his heart, and under the unique emotional infection of Tulip Flower, it was infinitely magnified, and even tears came out.

Rumble!

Under the sudden trembling, the woman-like demon began to scream with all her might.

"Impossible!"

"I've already eaten you!"

"How can you still fight back!"

The woman's desolate voice was screaming, and she began to struggle, her head seemed to explode, and her entire ethereal body seemed to be split in two.

In about a minute, a streamer of light split out from the demon's body, and the white light condensed, floated and appeared, appearing on top of the huge tulip flower.

It's a little girl.

Her eyes are unique.

The white eyes are shining like an abyss.

The little girl's eyes swept over, glanced at the demon, glanced at Song Shan, then looked at the little nun and Fang Nanyi, and after half a sound, she slowly spoke: "Although I am a spirit, I can never harm people, I have no quarrel with the world, it took a full thousand years to have spiritual wisdom, I just want to enjoy the life of a person, but I haven't enjoyed the life of a person, but I have been destroyed by a demon, why is this!"

"This is?" the little nun in the quiet sky opened her eyes wide: "The spirit of the Tulip Flower!"

"Hmm!"

Song Shan nodded.

"Did you rescue her?" Fang Nanyi asked Song Shan with some curiosity.

"There is no salvation!"

Song Shan shook his head: "I can't save it either!"

This was the first time he faced a plant, and he was at a loss.

He wanted to save.

The spirit of the flower has been dispersed, and as early as the day it was devoured by the devil, the flower was dead, and the spirit it condensed had been dispersed.

Song Shan had a thousand means, but he couldn't resurrect a dead plant.

"I just let her choose to burn herself!"

Song Shan sighed, he just dripped blood, just to ignite the last trace of life imprint in the body of the flower, so as to strip the elf that had been destroyed from the demon's body: "It is an elf after all, a thousand-year-old elf, the body is still in the imprint of life, and naturally it is still there, even if it is devoured and refined, there will be the last trace of the spirit, with the help of the power of the body, you can temporarily break free from the control of the demon!"

"But this is only for a short time, it has already been refined by the demon, life and the demon are fused together, and no one can be separated!"

Song Shan was helpless: "I can't save her!"

"The blood of the origin of life, no wonder it can condense my shattered spirit!" The little girl licked her tongue, her gaze, looking at Song Shan, was very curious: "Who are you?"

"Farmer!"

Song Shan said: "You can also call me a farmer!"

"Farmer?"

The little girl tried hard to recall: "It seems that many years ago, when I was not yet a spirit, I heard people call myself so, and it ignited me, so that I could become a spirit condensation!"

"Really?"

Song Shan was a little curious, who made Tu Hua condense his senses, he really wanted to meet such a person.

"At that time, I didn't become a spirit, so I can't remember him clearly!"

The little girl looked at Song Shan's gaze, a little soft, a little more gentle, and said softly: "But I, our plants, and you farmers, always have a fate!"

"I'm sorry, I can't save you!"

Song Shan was a little distressed.

Such a flower is about to wither.

"It's fate!"

The little girl shook her head, she turned around, looked at the demon shrouded in evil energy, and said softly: "I was kind to you, but you ate me, it seems that I am too stupid!"

"I told you a long time ago, demons and elves are always enemies, and our understanding of life is different!" The demon's evil aura became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to submerge this Tanah Lot Temple: "Even if you can get out today, you will also die, the evil qi of Shanhaiguan will not be extinguished for thousands of years, whether it is an elf or a pure demon, it will be polluted and then become crazy!"

"I've been here for a thousand years!"

A smile appeared on the little girl's face: "For a thousand years, do you think you know Shanhaiguan, or do you know Shanhaiguan better!"

"Where did you come from, where are you going, go back!"

She suddenly waved her hand, gently brushed it, and the evil aura in the void suddenly dissipated.

"How so?"

The devil was amazed.

"The things of Shanhaiguan belong to Shanhaiguan after all!" The little girl explained to the demon softly: "If you want to borrow this evil qi, you must first understand why this is here?"

"Evil is evil!"

The devil is in the bottom of the sky.

"Shanhaiguan has existed since ancient times, and it has been constantly fighting, inside and outside the pass, there are white bones, blood flowing like a river, and the soul is covered, so there is this evil spirit in the sky!"

"In fact, this evil spirit itself is also a kind of life, it is the soul of the war dead, and most of them are military souls!"

"The military spirit, even if it is not controlled, will not hurt ordinary people, their obsession is to defend Shanhaiguan, so it will not be dispersed for many years!"

"You used them with the breath of the devil, but as long as I let them understand that this is not Shanhaiguan, they will disperse!"

The little girl's analysis is very detailed, as if it is for everyone who is doing it.

"I see!"

The little nun was the first to understand, because she was in this business herself, and she had a lot of knowledge in this area, and she also had some understanding of evil qi and unjust soul qi.

Many things, either they don't know, don't exist, throughout the ages, existence is the truth, and the analysis is not clear.

No one has ever walked through the Yellow Spring, no one has ever been to the underworld, many people think that it should not exist, but emptiness does not come to the wind, no one knows what happens after people die, who knows whether it exists or does not exist.

"Humph!"

Mo Leng snorted: "I'm planted today, but I'll come back!"

She turned into a red blood light, and was about to cut through the void and leave.

"Hey!"

The little girl sighed: "I was fooled once, how can there be a second time, although death is fate, but I can't let the sins I have created continue to endanger this earth!"

The petals of the tulip flower began to fall, and one by one the petals fell in the void, forming a circle, directly enveloping the red blood light.

"How can you trap me!"

Surrounded by petals, the demon was present, and she was screaming as hard as she could, in disbelief and unwillingness.

"Under normal circumstances, I naturally can't trap you, but after all, you have refined me, my spirit has been fused with your demonic nature, and my thousand-year-old spiritual power, coupled with the imprint of the body, can be trapped when fused!"

The little girl said.

"Let me out!"

The devil is calling.

The little girl shook her head, and the last petals formed a cocoon-like thing, which fell into the little girl's hand, she floated over and handed it to the little nun: "I am an elf, the elf does not kill, even if she can kill, she can't kill her, although she is a demon, she is a demon made of human nature, she dies, that person's spirit will also be annihilated, which is equivalent to killing a person, I know that your heavenly master has a means to cross the demon and wash away the demonic nature!"

"If you don't learn the art of Jingkong, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it!"

The little nun of Jingkong has just made her debut, and she is very worried, her own ability may not be able to do the demon crossing that only the Great Heavenly Master can do.

"Your master should be able to do it!"

The little girl smiled and said softly, "Although the ghost heavenly master has a demon slaying knife, he also has a bodhisattva heart!"

After refining it, he knew that the ghost heavenly master was in the lineage.

It was originally the elf who knew the ghost heavenly master best, and those who were not ghost heavenly masters in the past were willing to let it go, and it had already been accepted.

After all, in the eyes of the Heavenly Master, demons and monsters are all aliens, and they are not allowed to be on the Great Dao of the world.

"Then I'll try it and ask the master for help!"

The little nun carefully took the cocoon.

At this time, Fang Nanyi suddenly felt an extreme northward movement, which was transmitted by the flower on the other side of the body, which was a kind of resonance of the sadness of the rabbit and the fox.

"Are you going to die?" Fang Nanyi looked at the little girl and asked.

"Flower of Death?"

The little girl looked at the mark on Fang Nanyi's forehead and smiled indifferently: "Nowadays, there are very few human beings who are willing to make a covenant with plants!"

"What do you mean?" Fang Nanyi asked in surprise.

"You don't know?" The little girl was a little strange, she thought about it, glanced at Song Shan, and suddenly understood: "It's your means, right?"

"At the beginning, the other side wanted to stay, and instead of it, I can only do the opposite!" Song Shan analyzed softly, from the perspective of human beings, he did nothing wrong, but for the elves of plants, he was a little too bad for them.

"Good means!"

The little girl had to appreciate: "Once the flower of death becomes a spirit, it is known as the most difficult elf in the world, although this flower of death fails to become a spirit, but once the boarding is successful, it will inevitably become a spirit, but it can be reversed by you, the covenant from the ancients, once the other side is reborn, this child is the biggest beneficiary, and is expected to live forever!"

"Immortality?"

Song Shan smiled: "A thousand years of spirit, like you, may not understand the so-called immortality!"

"Immortality is a dream after all!"

The little girl was also sighing.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Fang Nanyi looked confused.

"Lucky one!"

The little girl glanced at this girl with some envy, maybe she didn't know what price she had paid for the person who turned things around for him.

What she couldn't ask for, she had casually.

"You're running out of time!"

Song Shan didn't seem to want to talk about things, he looked at the little girl, and said, "If there is anything I can do, say it, I'll try my best to help you do it!"

"You're a farmer, you're good at growing plants!"

The little girl looked at Song Shan: "Perhaps, you still have a chance to save me!"

"It took you a thousand years to have a spirit, and if you start again, I don't have a thousand years for you to consume!" Song Shan thought for a while and said softly.

"That's also called hope!"

The little girl said: "People don't want to die, how can we elves be willing, my spirit has been dispersed, my body has withered, but the seed is still there, as long as someone is willing to breed me, do not let me die, one day, I will become a spirit!"

"I promise you!"

Song Shan said without thinking.

He respects life, including plant life, a thousand-year-old tullable flower, after all, she doesn't dare to end, she wants to make a comeback, although it is unlikely, but Song Shan thinks that he should give her a little hope.

"Thank you!"

The little girl said: "In return, I will tell you a piece of news, here, there is a thing, and the breath on your body, is exactly the same, it is inside, go find it yourself!"

As she spoke, the little girl's appearance dissipated, and little by little she disappeared under the starry sky.

In the end, Song Shan was left.

There is only one seed.

Seeds of the tulip flower.

This is the spirit of the Tulip Flower, with the imprint of his own life and the thousand-year-old vitality of the body, on the verge of leaving, leaving the last hope and returning to the most primitive state.

Song Shan grabbed the seed in his hand.

He could still feel the purest life force in this seed.

"Don't worry, I'll grow you!"

Song Shan gave a promise.

A farmer's promise.

"The same breath?" Song Shan was a little strange at this time, what was it, he was more curious, so he wanted to go in and take a look.

At this time, the Tanah Lot Temple was restored to calm, as if nothing had happened, and the sound of the stormy waves still sounded from time to time, even the security guard in the front door security room showed no signs of waking up.

The three of them went inside.

"This is Fang Chong!"

The first thing I saw was Fang Chong, the one who was dead and not dead, lying quietly on a green brick.

"Not dead?"

Fang Nanyi checked it, and he still had a pulse.

"The demon was originally him, the demon is not dead, he is still struggling, he is naturally still alive!" Song Shan was not surprised, the insect cocoon on the hand of the little nun he looked at, some of the brains were big, although the demon was surrendered, but he couldn't kill it, although Fang Chong found it, but he couldn't live or die, and the tail of his hand behind him was bigger.

"What should I do?"

"I'll talk about him later!" Song Shan began to look in the hall, looking for the thing that the flower fairy said was the same as the breath on his body, he had a strong premonition, it might be......

One of the nine tripods of the origin.

The source is detrimental.

Split into nine.

Nine and one, it can be regarded as a real artifact.

The Origin Ding is fused with Song Shan's life, and it is more serious than the Medicine Refining Ding, and the breath on his body is the breath of the Origin Ding.

"Sure enough!"

Song Shan searched around, but couldn't find it, and finally could only use the means of resonance to find it, and finally saw a stone in the hand of a god statue, three plants and two ears, about the size of a palm.

"Breath of the Origin!"

Song Shan suddenly understood that the reason why Tu Hua had been squatting in the Sea Temple for a thousand years, and the breath of the Origin Ding had been nurtured for many years was the key to her becoming a spirit.

Plants, there are very few people who can become elves, and it takes many years, even thousands of years, tens of thousands of years of accumulation, and thousands of years to become spirits, which is rare.

The reason why the flower can become a spirit is because of the help of the original breath.