The little fox was the first to wake up from a coma. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The little fox who opened his eyes and the first thing that came to mind was to look for Zhuo Qinglian. He rolled over from the ground and was about to lift his feet, but was startled by the sight in front of him.

The little fox thought that the realm of the underworld would be a dim, lonely and terrifying place. But the realm of the underworld in front of him is not what he imagined at all.

There is no daylight in the realm of the hills, only night, and a huge bright moon hangs above the night, the moonlight is clear, bright and bright. The entire realm of the underworld was shrouded in a bright moonlight.

A fox of this size had never seen the moon so big and so close, as if it could reach out and touch it.

Beneath the moonlight was a flat hill that could not be seen at a glance, and on the flat hill grew sparsely growing huge thousand-year-old trees that the little fox had never seen before, and the sparse branches of the ancient trees had no green leaves, only flowers blooming with a moonlight halo. The flower looked like a lotus flower, but it was more pure and clear than the lotus flower.

On the grass of Pingqiu, there are moonlit insects flying everywhere, and the moonlit insects absorb the moonlight and shine, like fireflies in the human world. Glowing moonworms dot the gray, lifeless grassy mounds like a starry sky.

The moonlight, the ancient trees, the moonlight insects, and the flat hills, all these are fused together, and they seem so quiet and peaceful, isolating the disturbances of the world.

Fu Yingge and Zhuo Qinglian, who fell to other places, were also attracted by the scene in front of them when they came to their senses.

"Sister Fu, Qinglian, where are you?"

Hearing a familiar call from afar, Zhuo Qinglian first came back to her senses from her distraction.

"Senior sister, it's Brother Zimu. Zhuo Qinglian turned around and saw the figure of Xu Zimu who was looking for them in the distance. "Brother Zimu, we are ......" Zhuo Qinglian was excited to respond, but as soon as she shouted, Fu Yingge covered her mouth.

"Qinglian, don't shout. ”

Zhuo Qinglian stared at Fu Yingge with big watery eyes and puzzled. Fu Yingge motioned to Zhuo Qinglian to speak in a low voice, and only let go of her after seeing Zhuo Qinglian understand, and then gestured to the little fox who had already seen them, and also signaled the little fox not to shout.

"Senior sister, what's wrong?" Zhuo Qinglian asked softly and cautiously.

"The undead here are all poor people who are obsessed with this world and have no *** reincarnation. Do you see the flowers on the old tree? they're Nether flowers, and the spirits of the dead sleep there, and we'd better not disturb them. Fu Yingge explained.

Zhuo Qinglian nodded as if she didn't understand, and she was very well-behaved and lightened her movements more carefully.

"Sister Fu, isn't Brother Qingyu with you?" The first thing the little fox said when he came to Fu Yingge and Zhuo Qinglian was to ask Mo Qingyu. The little fox naively thought that Mo Qingyu had also been rescued by the mysterious person who saved them.

"Senior sister, big brother Qingyu may be looking for us, let's go and meet him. Zhuo Qinglian is also equally naïve.

"Qinglian ......" Fu Yingge grabbed Zhuo Qinglian and shook her head with suppressed sadness

"Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Mo Qingyu fell into weak water far away from the shore, and his body was highly poisonous, and his cultivation was completely lost, even if he was rescued, he would have no way to return to the sky.

"Brother Mo, he...... ...... has been sacrificed"

Fu Yingge's words slammed into the hearts of Zhuo Qinglian and the little fox like a hammer.

"No, no, Brother Qingyu is so powerful, he will definitely be fine, even if he is not rescued, he will save himself himself......" Zhuo Qinglian was very emotional.

The little fox sat down on the ground, covered his ears and began to weep.

Fu Yingge was also very sad in her heart, but they still had more important things to do, and they couldn't let Mo Qingyu sacrifice in vain.

"If you cry like this, will Brother Mo be able to come back? No, Brother Mo is gone, and we must face the reality. Brother Mo used his life to cross the weak water for us, we can't let down Brother Mo, we must find Xin Miyue and rescue Miss Luo. If you two want to keep crying like this, I won't stop you, but your big brother Qingyu will be chilled when he sees you like this. ”

Fu Yingge is now the oldest among them, and she must be strong and take on the next heavy responsibility.

Fu Yingge's words made Zhuo Qinglian and the little fox quickly stop crying.

"Senior sister, then what should we do now?" Zhuo Qinglian choked up with tears in her eyes. She didn't want her big brother Qingyu to feel cold, but she couldn't help her sadness.

The little fox also stood up, but just bit his mouth and stood quietly aside, without saying a word.

"The spirit pigeon has found the trace of the head of the Yuehua Sect, and it will lead us to find Mo Shang Xuzhu. Now we just have to follow the pigeons. ”

The spirit pigeon had explored the way before Fu Yingge and the others woke up, and now it was hovering above them and waiting to lead the way. I saw Fu Yingge nodding at the spirit pigeon, and the spirit pigeon nodded knowingly, and then flapped its wings and flew towards the southeast.

Fu Yingge, Zhuo Qinglian and the little fox met their eyes for a moment, and chased them together in the direction guided by the spirit pigeon.

******

Under the dark flower tree next to the river, a man with long flowing hair, white clothes, and a somewhat thin face sat cross-legged on the clumped grassy grass, his eyes were lightly closed, and he played the jade flute with a focused expression. But strangely, no flute sound came from the jade flute.

Not far from him was a small figure that looked like a butterfly.

"Brother Xuzhu, I have already helped you rescue them, but one of them fell into the weak water, and there is nothing I can do. Xin Miyue flapped her wings and flew to Mo Shangxuzhu's ear.

Mo Shang Xuzhu's eyes moved, but he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't stop playing the jade flute.

"Brother Xuzhu, those people are your friends, why don't you see them?"

"If I don't see each other, they will find it themselves. ”

Mo Shangxuzhu did not speak, still playing the jade flute, and transmitted the words with his heart.

The Spirit Race chooses only one person to sustenance in this life, and they will let the chosen person drink their tears, so that they can connect with each other.

Mo Shang Xuzhu didn't know the meaning of the tears of the spirit. He only drank Xin Miyue's tears just to be able to communicate with the undead spirit of Yi Susu, who was sleeping in the Nether Flower. For the tears of the Spirit can give the person who drinks the ability to communicate with the plants and trees.

The number of spirits in this world is very small, and they live in solitude all year round.

Every spirit is alone until it meets the person to whom it can hold its soul.

They travel to the Three Realms all year round, in search of a spiritual refuge. After finding the person who can place his soul in his heart, he entrusts all his thoughts to the other party. Whether the other party loves them or not, whether the other party accepts them or not, they will be by that person's side, never abandon, not alarmed, and quietly guarded, until the other party needs them, they will not appear.

Most of the souls choose the people to whom their hearts are sustenance, and they cannot give them a wholehearted and equal amount of love in response, and these spirits will completely fall at the end of their lives, and will not be reincarnated like the gods and demons of the Three Realms.

The continuation of the life of the spirit race is the sincere and pure tears left for them by the people who have chosen their hearts to susten. And it takes thousands of years of waiting for these tears to be transformed into new spirits and new lives.

This is why the number of spirits present in this world is very small.