When their feet stepped on the seemingly bottomless darkness but did not fall, the purple kite and the others understood what the Void Realm meant by Daoist Qinghui.

There seemed to be hundreds of millions of orange and yellow stars twinkling around him, but they couldn't illuminate the entire boundless dark space. This world seems to have no end and does not belong to any of the six realms, so it is possible to use illusions to show what has happened in any time and space in the six realms.

"During the spell casting of the poor path, you must not have selfish thoughts, otherwise, I am afraid that you will fall into the endless void, and it will be difficult to return to the right path!" Qing Hui solemnly admonished, his arms slowly raised, and the countless stars in front of him gradually bloomed with dazzling brilliance. Slowly, the light was so bright that it was a little hard to open your eyes.

Just as the purple kite covered their vision with their arms, a chaotic picture began to appear in the light.

Time seems to have retraced from this moment, and the six realms are all in the rapidly flowing light. The speed is getting faster and faster, so that people can't see the slightest bit clearly, and after staring at it for a long time, their heads will be groggy......

Suddenly, the picture froze. In front of everyone, a solemn and magnificent picture appeared.

Under the blue sky, between the gaps in the misty clouds, a small river can be seen in the southward direction. To the west is an island in the middle of a lake with lush bamboo, like a pearl, embedded in the water. The wind blows the bamboo forest, and among the bamboo leaves, the marble carved bucket arch cornices are faintly revealed.

The temple of Wa God is already in sight. The bricks and tiles that have been baptized by wind and frost for 500 years have a trace of simplicity and vicissitudes of wind and dust, but they still glow with endless brilliance. From the arched doorway, there is a stone sculpture of the body of the great god Nuwa with a snake tail, the carving is lifelike, and the details of the eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same, as if as long as the stone sculpture opens its eyes, Nuwa will wake up from the eternal loneliness.

"The Great God of Nuwa......" Jin Ling is a descendant of Nuwa, even if he just looks at the imaginary statue that is separated by 500 years, he still feels that his heart is tugged. Nuwa's blood flowed through her body, and no matter what time and space she had, that familiar force would connect her to the great god of Nuwa.

Seeing this statue of Nuwa, which was more than a foot tall, Jin Ling felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling. As Nuwa's bloodline, this is the first time she has been so close to the orthodox statue of the great god Nuwa. Since the temple of the god Wa was engulfed in flames and the news was lost, the descendants of Nuwa have not seen the real stone sculpture of the god Wa for five hundred years.

It is said that the stone carvings in the temple of the god Wa contain the spiritual power left by the god Nuwa in the world, and the first descendants of Nuwa were born from the spiritual power of this stone carving. The spiritual power of Nuwa's descendants has been passed down from generation to generation, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and cultivating for continuous accumulation, and by the generation of Jinling, it has accumulated a full five hundred years of power. If Nuwa's descendants can't leave offspring, then the power of the god of Wa will re-breed spiritual power, although it will not block the inheritance of the power of the god of Wa, but the accumulation will start again, and that is also the time when the power of Nuwa is the most vulnerable.

The illusion was indeed powerful, as if it could be touched in front of it. The purple kite looks up at the statue of Nuwa, an ancient goddess who is infinitely admired by the world, with a motherly face, peaceful and peaceful. Even if the purple kite is a demon, the source of the demon is also the ancient spiritual power, which originates from the bloodline of the descendants of the Shennong clan, and the Shennong clan and Nuwa are in the same class of the three gods, so she can also feel the power of the great god Nuwa.

But Purple Kite also kept in mind one thing, Nuwa is the ancestor of mankind, and she is also the divine power behind helping the human world resist the demon world! If it weren't for Nuwa's spiritual power, Mo Wen wouldn't have been sealed a thousand years ago! This made her heart begin to swell with resentment, and a wave of anger gradually rose.

Just in front of the statue of Nuwa, there is a stone platform that is entwined with a stone snake python. The nine snake heads are wrapped in a circle, symbolizing the ninety-nine being one, which is also the meaning of longevity. In this circle, a bright white halo floated fragile like a newborn baby, as if it were the purest color in the world, and even the snow lost its purity.

Purple Kite thought, this is the water exquisite, right? Beyond that layer of white, there is a light blue halo shrouded in a shallow layer, like rippling water. Purple Kite thought that the mysterious man in the cave had made a simple description of Shui Linglong, and that was it.

The originally fragile fluorescent light began to pour out blue ripples in a steady stream under the gaze of everyone, and the energy that symbolized the power of the water spirit continued to accumulate, and the stone platform holding the light began to vibrate.

"**It's begun!" Mo Siyu muttered five words, and his eyes did not take his eyes off the illusion for a moment.

This is the water that he thinks about day and night!

This thing, which was the treasure of the human world thousands of years ago, disappeared for so long, but suddenly had an inextricable connection with him, a mortal in later life, and sometimes Mo Siyu would believe that this was probably a doomed thing.

As long as he gets Shui Linglong, hands it over to the mysterious person, and saves the purple kite, he doesn't need to care about the future.

However, when he saw Shui Linglong exuding huge energy on the stone platform, Mo Siyu couldn't help but think of the impending human calamity. If the last Demon Star falls, and the Demon Lord does not ask to reappear, but the human race loses the water Linglong, what should be used to resist?

Thinking of this, he actually thought of the Wa God Temple, which was now scorched by the flames. Even the power of the idol of the great god Nuwa can't resist the sun and flames of the demon lord, how can a mere human being, a weak body, resist?

Shaking his head, he turned his face sideways to look at the purple kite.

The light of thousands of stars smeared her face with brilliance, and she seemed to be the brightest of the stars. For the sake of this one star, it is necessary to give up countless others, and it should be at the expense of it!

The purple kite looked at the water in the picture as if it were exquisite, and the strange aura that was rising in her body that others could not perceive. Purple Kite felt that something was gradually encroaching on her mind, and she seemed to be standing in the water, slowly sinking. But she didn't struggle, and she couldn't struggle. She doesn't seem to have any strength in her body, only water is her only source of strength.

A soft, but unstoppable force was slowly enveloping her......

A man's figure appeared in front of Shui Linglong.

Mo Siyou's eyes lit up—Nalan Jue!

The man flew to pick up the water, and the lotus heart followed.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang".

The power of Shui Linglong accumulated to the point that the stone platform could not bear the weight, and the cyan stone platform exploded violently. The surrounding stone carved snake python suddenly turned into nine living pythons!

Nalan Jue, who was shocked by the power, pounced on to protect Lianxin, and the two of them were shocked out together.

The nine-headed python began to fight with the chaotic Shui Linglong. At this moment, the water has turned into a transparent blue, and its whole body exudes an incomparable dazzling light. The people standing in front of the illusion were a little unable to open their eyes, but the purple kite still had big eyes, staring at the blue light for a moment.

Blue...... Glowing like water......

Something seemed to flash through Purple Kite's thoughts.

In the face of Shui Linglong's **, a group of people soon came.

Among the six people, Jin Ling recognized four of them - the guardian talisman spirit of the Wa God Temple, spring, summer, autumn and winter! So the other man and woman, she could basically guess the identity.

A beautiful woman wearing a splendid Luo skirt, her face was as bright as the moon, the snakehead scepter raised in her hand was aimed at the ** Shui Linglong, her beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, and she stared closely at the blue light among the nine giant pythons. She is the descendant of Nuwa five hundred years ago, with a cold face.

"Nine pythons are hard to defeat the power of water exquisite!" the man in a Taoist robe next to him shouted loudly, as if reminding Leng Yan to be ready to attack at any time.

Qing Zheng and Qing Xuan glanced at each other - the man was indeed wearing a Taoist robe of the Qianqing Sect.

Just as the nine giant pythons fell one by one, Leng Yan rose up and attacked Shui Linglong with a snake-headed scepter. The Taoist priest followed. The two attacked each other left and right, and started a big battle with Shui Linglong.

At this moment, Shui Linglong does not look like a fairy treasure who protects the human world, but like a crazy devil, pouring out a lot of resentment. Heaven and earth were covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder roared, and the flames under the temple of the god Wa gushed out, and the evil qi overturned.

It was in the days and nights of the battle between Leng Yan and Shui Linglong that people who did not know the truth on the rivers and lakes rose up, and soon formed an alliance and raised troops to attack Siyou Cliff. At that time, the Reflecting Moon Sect Barrier had not yet been fully formed, and it was still in a fragile state. If it weren't for the perennial evil aura on the mountain, the human world would not have been pressed for so long before making the decision to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. At this moment, the crazy crowd couldn't care about so much, and hundreds of thousands of people poured up the steep Siyou Cliff, approaching the main altar of the Reflecting Moon Sect!

The tragic scene at that time, Purple Kite still remembers it vividly. But it was at that moment that she saw him, the man she had lost for five hundred years, appeared in front of her again.

There is no scene on the cliff in the mirage. It's just that Leng Yan and Shui Linglong fought for a few days, and gradually became powerless and defeated. The stone sculpture of the great god Nuwa suddenly bloomed with a thousand rays of light, enveloping the cold face in it. Leng Yan seemed to be rejuvenated, holding high the snake's head scepter, and a cry came out of his mouth, and the whole person turned into a ball of light that overturned the heavens and the earth!

When everything was calm, Leng Yan's body slowly fell from the gradually dissipating light. The palm of her hand was clenched in a soft white glow.

"Leng Yan!" the Taoist priest stumbled forward and held her in his arms.

Leng Yan raised his arm, held Shui Linglong in front of him, and said intermittently: "You once said that your cultivation is to defend the righteous path of the world, and you will not be bound by personal feelings...... As a descendant of Nuwa, I should not be concerned with the personal affairs of my children. Now, it is my destiny to die for my duty. But...... I really want to...... Be an ordinary woman...... Live once. ”

"Xiao Yan ......"

"In this life, I don't have a chance...... If、If I am not a descendant of Nuwa, if I can have an afterlife, how good it is......" Two lines of tears silently flowed from the corners of Leng Yan's eyes. She forcibly handed him the water in the water, but it was his face that was reluctant in her eyes.

"Xiao Yan, hold on, don't die!" his eyes turned red, and he shook Leng Yan's body desperately.

But her gaze was too dilated to see everything, including the love and pain that burst from under his eyes.

"Give it to ...... Fu Ling ...... "She held Shui Linglong's hand, raised it halfway, and the moment she closed her eyes, she fell negligently, like a butterfly with broken wings, lifeless.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, I was wrong...... I was wrong, you wake up!" The Taoist priest's heart-rending shouts echoed in the patches of bamboo, but they could no longer recall the departed soul, just like the wind that could not be recalled and was blowing through the forest.

Shui Linglong was in Leng Yan's palm, as soft as a feather.

The purple kite stared at it motionlessly, and the thoughts in her mind were surging, as if a slap on her head, she finally sank into the bottomless sea. Just where she stood, the stars turned into a giant vortex and devoured her figure!

"Girl!" Mo Siyu reached out and grabbed her arm, and in an instant, her consciousness sank into boundless darkness......