"I don't believe it. ”

Ling Yi took half a step back, her starry eyes as always, and she couldn't see joy or sorrow.

"Childe, you already believed it, didn't you?"

The Changcheng hovered in the air, making a hissing that shook the heavens and the earth, as if announcing the gods and demons of the Nine Heavens: the last remnant of Yeqing is stepping on the mountains and rivers from all directions in every drop of dew, in every jungle, on every flower, and in every dream.

A similar story of the white grass fairy spirit fighting the thunder for Yeqing, Ling Yi had heard it from a child, but in that story, there was no dream god tears.

The childish man said that in this world, there is still a trace of the remnant spirit of the Dream God Monarch, which has been nourishing the river for many years, waiting for the city at the bottom of the river, and guarding the spirit at the bottom of the river. There are seventy-two great sects of the soul of all living beings, among which only the soul of man is the most beautiful. If you can pay tribute to her with the stories of seventy-two destined people, one day, she will come back.

It was the last child of the wizard clan, and the only descendant of a wizard to survive from his Changyi sword.

He told the kid to get out of his eyes and never be seen again. He said he would never believe the words of a wizard.

But he still opened a forget-worry tavern by the Lanxing River, taking the sap of the white root tree and drinking it without worry, and brewing the stories of destined people into wine every night, half of which was poured into the river and half of which was sealed.

But is there really a remnant of her spirit?

At that time, he took her back from the wizard's circle in spite of the anger of the heavens, buried her in the Zedi of the Nine Heavens Dream with his own hands, and surrounded her with the immortal dragon grass, although there was no trace of divine breath around her.

"Childe, do you know that this dragon grass can make people immortal, but it can't live people......"

Chang asked.

"Yes. ”

Ling Yi replied.

He didn't expect her remnants to remain in this world.

129,600 years, the length of time, for the gods and demons of the Nine Heavens, but there is no need to worry about it for a moment, for mortals in the world, it is a thousand times to turn back on the bridge, such as cutting the heart and skin.

But for him, even for a god like him, it was too long, too long.

He sighed, his mind calmed down a lot, and asked, "Qing Yao, where did you hear this story?"

Qing thought for a moment and said, "A few days ago, a red-clothed immortal who picked jade paste came and robbed us of a lot of danmu fruits, and in exchange, he told us this story. ”

"The Immortal in Red?"

Lu Wu, Mu Gui and Chongmao all looked at each other and were confused. Since they sank into the dream realm, they naturally couldn't get out, except for the sea god and the candle dragon, other creatures couldn't enter. Where did this red-clothed immortal come from?

Could it be that the remnant spirit of Yeqing protected by the white grass fairy spirit has returned?

Ling Yi's heart was shocked, and she asked repeatedly, "Why, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Lu Wu said aggrievedly: "Lanxing City and the dream world can only be connected by the dream spirit, but this dream spirit is born and dies, and the information that can be carried is too little, so it is easy for me to hand you the words of the request to visit, and more, I can only say it clearly when you come......

Chang Cheng also persuaded: "Childe, the immortals are guarding this place every day, and if there is really a red-clothed immortal leng, they will not miss it." Kunlun, Taihua Mountain, and Mangfu Forest are not too big together, and it is not difficult to find an immortal. Right now, the seventy-two days with His Highness the Elder Right of the Underworld are approaching in a flash, so let's go back to the Forget Worries Tavern before making plans. ”