After bidding farewell to Jiang Nanjun, Ling Xuanluo planned to use the fastest speed to count the losses after the bombing of Mingzhu Peak, and then rush to the South China Sea when he had a good idea. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After listening to Chen Tao's report, he turned his hands and looked up at the sky, sighed, and couldn't hold back his tears after all.

The Temple of Confusion was the place where he was five years old, and the naughty boy stole wine.

At that time, the master was seriously ill, and in order to let him see what he would look like when he grew up before he died, he did not hesitate to give up ten years of life, that is, compared to other children, his childhood was only five years, and those five years spent in Jiluo Mountain were only a few months. The experience of stealing wine made him so embarrassed that he wanted to die directly in the wine cellar and not have to come out to embarrass himself. Now every time I think about it, it has become the most precious memory. Yesterday, however, precious memories were reduced to rubble with a loud explosion.

Swallowing the bitterness, he mustered up the courage to ask: "Under the lake behind the Drunkard Pavilion, there is an immortal drunken wine cellar, hidden deep at the bottom of the lake, is it also affected?"

Chen Tao said: "There are many places that have been bombed, and there is chaos everywhere. The lake has been filled in, and it is not known whether the cellars have survived. Once there is news, the subordinates will notify Lingshuai as soon as possible. ”

Ling Xuanluo nodded and looked at his feet again.

With the power of the Immortal Eye, he could see how the looming Spiral Star Barrier was spewing white gas from the sixteen spine beasts, swallowing the scattered rubble into their stomachs, and then finding the concentration point of the desert from the shrunken Flying Fire Streamer mural scroll, magnifying it and spitting it out like a rain of sand and gravel. The sixteen stone beasts worked together to clean up the collapsed sand and gravel, much faster than Chen Tao.

Looking at the human world presented in the picture scrolls, people's lives are in order, and they are not affected by the battle in the sky in the slightest.

Such an endgame can be regarded as a consolation to the destruction of the mountain, and it also makes him breathe a sigh of relief. After consoling the busy spirit boy soldiers, he instructed Chen Tao that after the war, he must revive the Jiluo Mountain Janissary Army, and immediately strengthen the defense of the mountain, and then walked to the Baixiang Valley alone.

As Chen Tao said, because Baixiang Valley was not in the middle of the low-lying Pearl Peak, it had to be resisted by the military camp, which saved it from being completely destroyed. But it is impossible to survive 100% of such a huge earthquake.

Stepping into the valley, the once lush edge meets the ruins of the barracks, and the clear boundary of the valley is no longer to be seen. Not to mention, the most regrettable thing is that the fragrance of flowers in the past has now disappeared, all the strange flowers and trees are dilapidated and withered, and the deep depression is revealed everywhere, and the name "Baixiang Valley" is no longer worthy of the name.

He was in a heavy mood, and as he walked forward, his eyes searched around, and Bawang could find a patch of green in its entirety. The hillside where he frolicked and played with Doudou was another memory of his childhood, had it also been cruelly taken away?

After searching for a long time, he was disappointed. The decayed flowers and trees are isolated by the sand, and it is difficult to connect them together. So he crouched down and began to do a big thing: take out a small bamboo tube and collect the seeds of these plants. As long as the seeds are there, there is hope, and when the Pearl Peak is rebuilt, these precious seeds will be sent back to the fragrance of flowers in the Valley of Passions, so that the place will be full of flowers.

He concentrated on digging up the seeds, but suddenly he exclaimed, and without knowing what he found, he put the bamboo tube aside, and the whole person fell on the mud and wept bitterly.

It turned out that what appeared at his feet were resentful flowers, thoughtless grasses, wandering flowers, and bittersweet branches. These four plants from the flesh and blood of the four spirits have tenacious vitality and grow in the soil, becoming the only green plants that have not been damaged.