"Tenderness, how long are you going to hide from me?"

Hearing the voice gently, she couldn't help but look towards tenderness, there was a thick longing on this beautiful face, there was grief, there was struggle, but there was no hesitation, there was a tremor in the gentle heart, the voice ...... Is that her daddy's voice?

Leng Wuxin held a gentle hand, she smiled back, and gave Leng Wuxin a reassuring look. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Can penetrate the Temple of the Celestial Gods...... Is it the Emperor of Heaven? Hua Ting was slightly stunned, the old man Baicao looked at the gentle eyes and sighed a little, stepped forward and stood silently beside the gentle, the silent support made the gentle nose sour, choked but couldn't speak.

"Time is running out, kid...... The method of devouring the souls of hell is dangerous...... But you are different, you are the only royal bloodline of our Spirit Clan, the soul of hell...... Rejection will be small......" tenderly smiled bitterly in a low voice, and looked at the Tibetan beast again: "Tell him that I'm sorry for him." ”

She gritted her teeth, broke through the barrier of the window, and flew away towards it.

Devoured? With this as the only way, does she have any other choice?

The two rays of light fused into her body, and the rest was refining, and the old man of Baicao met his gentle eyes and spoke: "Since she said so, it is more beneficial for you to refine the inheritance of the Painting Immortal Monarch first." ”

looked at him gently and choked up: "Grandpa Baicao......"

"Don't let me change my mind......" he turned his face away, a little childish, "You are not allowed to devour the devouring of the soul of hell unless you are 100% sure, do you hear?" The words of the old man Baicao were released, and his heart was very struggling.

Spirit ...... Earlier than the appearance of the Immortal Demon Battlefield, that is the ancient bloodline, it is said that the Spirit Clan breaks through the Immortal Emperor, as long as it does not fall, it is only a matter of time, what a rebellious existence.

The royal bloodline of the Spirit Clan turned out to be the Tianmu Water Spirit Body...... Painting Xianjun turned out to be a gentle uncle.

The old man of Baicao sighed faintly, it turns out that you hit this idea...... My old life is not destined to escape your grasp.

Hua Ting stood in front of the coffin, it was only half a day since they came in, but the amount of information was too great, he was really a little dazed now, Gentleness was the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven and Tenderness, the only royal bloodline of the Spirit Clan, the niece of the Painting Immortal Jun, and it was fused with Zining's soul memory, who is the gentleness now?

"Is it just in there?" Gently and hesitantly, she reached out and touched Zining's skin, "She's so beautiful." ”

"You are who you are, don't think about it." The person who knows Gentleness best is really Leng Wuxin, hugged Gentleness from behind, she sighed, she really didn't want to discuss things related to Zining with Leng Wuxin, after all, no matter how much she denied it, the fact that tenderness was her mother's kiss could not be changed, and it was an indisputable fact that tenderness killed Zining.

Leng Wuxin felt uncomfortable in his heart, but the most innocent thing here was gentleness, and reason prevailed over sensibility.

After appeasing Gentleness, Leng Wuxin and Hua Ting chose to cremate Zining, Gentle didn't go to see it, she hid in the seed space alone, and carried out the inheritance of refining and painting Immortal Jun.

In the Heavenly Temple, there were only four people left sitting cross-legged and meditating, and the Tibetan Beast still chose to stay, he loved that woman deeply, even if she left, he was willing to atone for that woman's gentleness. He watched them absorb the speed of the best spirit stones, and couldn't help but sigh when genius was such a cheap existence.

After more than a year of gentle retreat, and no appearance, the Tibetan beast found that this man called Leng Wuxin did not look like a husband who had experienced the death of his ex-lover and was now invisible to his lover, but like a monk who was dedicated to cultivation, without desire or desire.

Year after year in the seed space, day after day, the wind blows the grass, the warm wind blows over the woman sitting on the stone, the curly eyelashes tremble slightly, there is a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, and suddenly the woman's long hair suddenly floats up, the fair and translucent skin emits a faint jade-like brilliance, the upper lip of the face is slightly upturned, when she opens her eyes, a cluster of flames ignites between her eyebrows, the left pupil turns blue, the right pupil turns green, the whole person looks so strange that she can't do it, the breath on her body skyrockets, break through!

A soft light emerged from her chest, and the soft light struggled to get out of her control, she smiled and pursed her lips, her hand gently brushed over the soft light, and the soft breath wrapped the light inside, and the light gradually condensed into a human figure, the woman's face stiffened, and then revealed a mocking smile, and as soon as the void grabbed it, she grabbed the soul of hell in her hand: "Do you still want to go?" ”

The soul of hell trembled, and in the past ten thousand years of being sealed by tenderness, its anger has been completely consumed, at this time, it is like an unsuspecting child, being gently grasped in his hands, from the inheritance of the bloodline, and the breath of the spirit race is strong against the soul of hell.

Inheriting the inheritance of the Painting Immortal Monarch, his gentle combat power has been improved to a point that is comparable to the peak of the late stage of the Earth Immortal.

"Do you think I'll let you go if you look tender? You are so naïve. ”

The soul of hell let out a silent scream, opened his lips calmly with a gentle face, took a breath, and the soul of hell turned into a ray of light and swallowed into the gentle belly, into the dantian, and a flame rushed towards the soul of hell.

Really...... It's painful, has she been enduring such pain for revenge?

Gently felt the colic in her abdomen, the fire lotus in the center of the earth had no effect on the soul of hell, the pain in her abdomen was like tearing flesh and blood, she tried her best to endure the pain and keep her sanity calm.

The soul of hell fought in the gentle dantian, and a sweet throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from his lips.

"Damn it!" She tore open her blouse, bit her fingers, and drew a formation on her snow-white skin, "Give me a crush!" ”

The soul of hell in the dantian was trapped by the formation surging under his feet, and the struggle was fruitless, and the soul of hell was forcibly suppressed.

"Press me!"

The Soul of Hell's ability to resist pressure is really strong, no wonder it has been refined for nearly 10,000 years.

More and more formations were set on the Hell Soul, and the formation drawn by the blood from the blood of the Tianmu Water Spirit Body finally succeeded in weakening the stubborn resistance of the Hell Soul, and the True Qi in the body rotated rapidly.

Ten years, another decade......

The ripe medicinal herbs of the entire seed world spread out a thick medicinal fragrance, and the gentleness immersed in this serenity completely lost contact with the outside world, and the whole world rose and fell with her breathing.

The icy air invaded the entire Heavenly God Temple, and the old man of Baicao opened his eyes and exhaled a cloudy breath faintly: "After many years, I have finally regained my strength. Thankfully, he bowed his hand to Leng Wuxin and Hua Ting, two years...... The seal of the Painting Immortal Monarch sealed in his body was finally broken, and I think that Gentleness has completely refined the inheritance of the Painting Immortal Monarch.

"I don't know how my sister-in-law is now, big brother ......"

"She's going to be fine." Leng Wuxin touched the bracelet under his sleeve, calmly looking at the black charcoal who was cultivating frantically, since he gently entered the seed space for retreat, he had not stopped cultivating, and he almost went mad several times, but fortunately, Hua Ting found out in time, pulled him back, and fed him the pill, which saved him from danger.

Hua Ting glanced at Leng Wuxin deeply, "Big brother, it's been more than two years, and there is no news in the space at all." ”

"She'll be fine." Leng Wuxin patted him on the shoulder, "Optimistic about Eleven, I'm afraid he will be overloaded again." ”

"I'm here, don't worry." Old Man Baicao said with great pride, now he was fully capable of refining the Eight Rank Pill.

Leng Wuxin nodded, and as soon as he closed his eyes, the entire aura suddenly swept over them, and they were unsuspectingly pushed out of the Heavenly God Temple.

"Eleven!" Hua Ting snorted lightly, and immediately protected the black charcoal, and the powerful aura swept into the sky, and when the thunder tribulation roared, a figure rose to the sky, and the thunder tribulation was directly devoured, and the majestic breath made the thundercloud roll even more powerfully.

"Thunderclouds!!" This is clearly the breath of the earth immortal, do you want to ......

"Who broke through the Earth Immortals?"

"Gentle!"

The remnant soul of the immortal and demon battlefield cried to the sky, and Hua Ting was busy enveloping the five people, and finally blocked the accidental injury of today's thundercloud in time.

The thunder tribulation smashed on the immortal and demon battlefield, the scorched ground, the terrible scream, the thunder split and burned the ground, the entire immortal and demon battlefield was like a blood-stained hell, and the flames overshadowed the sky.

After more than half an hour, the thunder finally stopped, and a vigorous figure fell in mid-air.

"I broke through? But...... Why isn't there a ascension? After the gentleness fell, I couldn't help but sigh, isn't it time?

"Silly girl!"

"Sister-in-law!"

"Master!"

Or Leng Wuxin expressed his thoughts most directly, took Gentleness in his arms, sighed gently, and hugged Leng Wuxin with his backhand: "Do you miss me?" She knew how dangerous she was this time, and she knew how worried they were about the danger of devouring the souls of hell, but the indescribable comfort rolled in her throat and finally swallowed back into her stomach.

"Yes...... Missed you so much. Hearing Leng Wuxin so straightforward for the first time, he sighed gently, raised his head, and kissed him on the cheek: "I miss you too." ”

In the middle stage of the Earth Immortal, she had already reached the realm of ascension, and she couldn't sense the time of ascension, she thought that because of the particularity of her physique, a breakthrough would lead to a precedent of thunder tribulation, and she was still worried about how she would avoid ascension, but the result was that she was worried in vain!

"Girl, how are you doing?" The old man of Baicao grabbed his gentle hand, took the pulse to investigate, and then showed a shocked look: "The middle stage of the earth immortal!" ”

"I'm fine, probably because of the inheritance of the Painting Immortal Monarch and the gift after the refining of the Hell Soul." She smiled, feeling the true qi and great strength in her body, she enjoyed her strength.

"All the souls of hell have been refined?"

"It's just refined, but it can't be fully used." Gentle said helplessly, she can't control the power of the hell soul well, but she is clear about the use of the hell soul, "This hell soul...... How to use it...... It's kind of ......" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )