Dan Mu Ling only felt a drop of sweet nectar fall on his head, and the fragrant smell lingered all around, spreading along the cracks in the stone crevices, and he felt an extremely mysterious and powerful power gather in his spiritual veins.

A seed lands, takes root, sprouts, grows into a small sapling, and gradually forms its own trunk until the branches are lush and leafy.

But in this moment, he grew into a Danmu tree that stood majestically between the stone walls of Taihua Mountain.

"Lord Shenjun, your blood is so fragrant!"

Dan Mu Ling said to Yeqing with the most reverent, loved, and full emotions.

"Hey, I'll cut you if you talk more!"

Seeing Yeqing use a drop of his divine blood to help this little elf turn into an immortal body, Ling Yi was very distressed, but when she heard this little elf have no eyesight, she excitedly shouted that his Yeqing's blood is really fragrant.

"Elf, you have an immortal body now, are you happy?" Yeqing asked.

"Happy, Sister Shenjun, I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"Shut up! Ugly Danmu! I'm a flying foot me!"

Ye Qing hurriedly hugged the Seagod who was about to fly up and beat the seven aunts and eight aunts of Danmu Ling, and turned back to Danmu with a smile and said, "Little elf, let's go first, next time I will come to see you, you don't have a name yet, right?" next time I come, I will definitely give you a nice name!"

In the period when Danmu Ling has not yet turned into a young god in human form, he can only grow lonely between the stone crevices of Taihua Mountain, there are no birds on this mountain, and there are no birds, but can only look at the sky, watch the white clouds and sunset, the sun and frost.

His only companions were Yeqing, and those beautiful little shells that flowed into the depths of the Nine Heavens Dream.

In every shell that Yeqing brought to him was the dream of little monsters and elves, who had been to the world, walked across the River Styx, and some of them were lucky enough to have rolled in the pile of wool of the white-bearded old man who sold red threads in the Nine Heavens.

In the dream, he met the majestic Tianlu Lu Wu in the Nine Heavens, and he was very envious, so he also gave himself this name with Yeqing.

His only enemy is Ling Yi, and he himself is very aggrieved in this matter, after all, he has never cared about Ling Yi pestering Yeqing every day.

But Ling Yi seemed to be eyeing him, and when he had nothing to do, he came to the top of Taihua Mountain to practice boxing and sanda against his round belly.

However, Ling Yi still did one or two heart-warming things for him. For example, on the eve of his imminent human form.

The weather was fine that day, and Lu Wu still remembers it. Ling Yi didn't know where to get a seed of a white weed tree, which was the treasure of the sages of Lunzhi Mountain.

Although the white tree has a white character, but its texture is red, the sap of this tree can be forgotten and sorrowful, and there are many gods, demons, demons and demons in the Six Realms crying and begging for the sages to give a drop and a half bowl.

How difficult it was for the sages to speak, he had heard the elves complain in their dreams. But Lingyi was able to get this white weed tree species from them, which could not be cited in the world for ten grains. Thinking like this, Ling Yi's image in his heart instantly became tall and bright, and the body of this black-faced Divine Monarch also seemed to begin to glow with brilliant and flashing light like Sister Yeqing.

It took Ling Yi an afternoon to finally plant the white root tree in the crack of the stone.

"Okay!" he clapped his hands, waved the sleeves of his robe, and said with a command, "When you cultivate into a human form today, it must be very boring when you first arrive, I have been thinking about it for you for a long time, and finally came up with a wonderful method, well, you are here, raise it!"

"Ahh ”

"Really?"

"Yes. ”

"Then you don't have that chance. ”

Lu Wu watched Ling Yi's backhand conjure up a sword Changyi that was cold and cold, slaying demons and cutting souls, and immediately Fu Zhi's heart trembled and Suo Suo added: "However, I didn't agree. ”

"Very good. ”

In this way, this Lu Wu child guarded the white weed tree that was no more lonely than himself every day, and cultivated into a carefree scattered immortal who drank and listened to stories all day long, and the ideal of God was the dream god Yeqing.

On such a leisurely day, the sea god's mount, the Candle Dragon, one day took a seed from nowhere and landed beside the white weed tree in the crack of the stone.

This seed, meandering and entrenched, grows upward, called a vine.

Since then, the vine has been entangled with the tree, and it has been born and born.

It wasn't until after the natural disaster that the white weed fairy spirit that had just been freed from the clumsy tree body rushed to the top of the snow-capped mountain in the wilderness of the wilderness desperately, and carried the last heavenly thunder for Yeqing, who only had a trace of divine power, so far, the spirit was wiped out.

And the secluded vines that had originally grown in the Qingling River of the Demon Domain for generations had lost the white grass fairy spirit that depended on each other, and it has been missing since.