"Senior Brother Mo......"

When Sanyu and the other seven junior brothers and sisters arrived, they saw Mo Fan, who was full of demonic energy, as well as Senior Brother Liang, who died tragically on the ground, his head was smashed, and Senior Sister Bai, whose body was separated......

Senior Sister Bai's face was facing him, her eyes widened, her eyeballs burst out, and her death was extremely tragic.

And Senior Brother Mo, the aura on his body is not pure Miaoyuan aura at all, but demonic qi, but it is more evil than demonic qi, demons are not like demons, and qi refiners are not like qi refiners.

Sanyu seemed to think of something and asked, "Senior Brother Mo, have you eaten demon meat?" ”

"Yes!"

Mo Fan looked at Sanyu, and after watching him give this answer, Sanyu had a distressed look on his face, as well as the anger and fear on the faces of the other senior brothers and sisters.

"Why?"

Sanyu never thought that he, a loyal, honest and helpful junior brother, would do such a thing, risking the disapproval of the world's qi refiners and eating demon meat.

Because he was broken by his sister and brother, he did such a thing that harmed his peers.

Sanyu has always believed that as a senior brother, the eldest brother is like a father, he is the father of all junior brothers and sisters, and he has to fulfill his responsibilities, so even if Mo Fan was coldly ridiculed, he did not give up on Mo Fan.

But now, Senior Brother Mo has given up on himself.

Mo Fan looked at Sanyu, his Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and then said, "Senior Brother Chang, I'm sorry!" ”

His sorry voice was not an admission of his mistake, but a sense of guilt for Senior Brother Chang, who was in Shenxiao Mountain and was the person who cared for him the most.

Sanyu shook his head and said, "You're not sorry for me, you're sorry for yourself...... The demon meat is poisonous, and if you embark on this road, you will eventually be devoured by the demon poison and die out of control. ”

"Senior Brother Mo, while you are not sane yet, come back to Shenxiao Mountain with me, and I will ask Master to ......"

"Senior Brother Chang...... It's too late......" Mo Fan interrupted Sanyu's words and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Chang, this is a road of no return, and I was ready to face today's situation before I set foot on it." ”

"Go back to Shenxiao Mountain with you, I will definitely die......"

"Senior Brother Chang, I remember how good you are to me. Please get out of the way, don't force me to do ......"

Mo Fan looked at Sanyu and the group of senior brothers and sisters.

"Senior Brother Mo, you must follow me back to Shenxiao Mountain. Formation ......"

The Great War began.

Chang Yu and the others were shocked, Mo Fan had just broken through the late stage of Qi refining, but his combat power was extremely terrifying, and he and the seven junior brothers and sisters formed a Shenxiao Sword Formation, which actually made Mo Fan break out of the formation.

Sensing the strange aura in the distance, Sanyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said resolutely: "Senior Brother Mo, I will definitely bring you back to Shenxiao Mountain, I can't watch you make mistakes again and again." ”

Then, he instructed the seven junior brothers and sisters to tell Master Hao Zhang about the matter.

He chased after Mo Fan alone.

……

The Misty Lands.

Inside the Cave Orb.

Under the thousand-year-old tree, a small grass stretches its body, and a drop of dew falls from the canopy above the clouds, landing on the grass leaf with unmistakable precision.

The little herb instinctively absorbs the dew.

Fourteen years.

Under the thousand-year-old tree, there is no difference between day and night, and there is no difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter, but in the past fourteen years, every year, Zhou Wu has shaken the branches and dripped a drop of fairy dew to the grass.

this year.

It's the fifteenth drop.

Xiaocao slowly absorbed the fairy dew, exuding a faint spiritual light, and as this drop of fairy dew was completely absorbed, Xiaocao's instinct began to transform.

"Not bad!"

Zhou Wu sensed that Xiaocao's instinct was deformed, and he was about to break through the instinctive chaos and give birth to spiritual wisdom, so he couldn't help but say a word.

This sentence is like the time brushing through the land of the beginning of immortals, and the clouds are brushed by, gently moving backwards; The grass and flowers on the ground were swept by, and they bowed down like waves.

In the Bailing Palace, the lark heard the sound of the fairy, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly flapped her wings and flew out of the Bailing Palace, dancing around the fairy, and said in surprise: "Fairy, you have finally woken up!" ”

"Hmm!"

The fairy responded to her, but her eyes kept falling on Xiaocao.

The lark calculated, there were still nine words to say today, she thought of this, and said aggrievedly: "Immortal, can you lift the confinement on me?" ”

Zhou Wu then looked at the lark and said, "When you cultivate to the realm of scattered immortals, the imprisonment will be lifted!" ”

The lark has now broken through to the void.

Will it last long to scatter immortals?

It's just the moment when he takes a nap during the flood!

When the lark heard this, he was depressed and said, "Cultivating to the realm of scattered immortals? It's going to be a long, long time......"

Zhou Wu no longer cares about her, this stupid bird has always been heartless, don't look at her now languishing, but she will soon find a way to entertain herself.

Otherwise, Zhou Wu didn't speak all the time, and the lark would have been bored to death.

His true spirit fell on the grass, and he felt that the instinct of the grass was transforming with difficulty......

"Hey, this little grass is actually glowing......" Seeing that the fairy ignored her, the lark flew down, and after coming down, the change in the grass attracted her attention.

However, as her voice fell, the immortal's voice also sounded, responding to her: "Xiaocao, about to give birth to spiritual wisdom, become the acquired spiritual root. ”

"Isn't it ...... to give birth to wisdom? I'll have companions in the future......" The lark was very happy.

"Yes!"

Xiaocao is not only the companion of the lark, but also the companion of Zhou Wu.

It's a companion, not a companion.

Ephemeral companions.

It's short, maybe only a thousand years, ten thousand years.

And he, will exist forever, walking with endless years.

At least, the years in this world, after he recovered to the realm of scattered immortals, could no longer wear him out.

After he recovers his cultivation and breaks through the realm of saints, maybe time will grow old, the world will be annihilated and reborn, and he will still exist.

Eternal loneliness is the color of enlightenment.

Xiaocao got Zhou Wu's fifteen drops of fairy dew, and the future will be unlimited, perhaps because Xiaocao is a spiritual root, even if it is an acquired spiritual root, as an innate spiritual root, Zhou Wu, who has no gateway view, is so favored by Xiaocao.

"Babble!"

A baby's babbling sounded.

Xiaocao's instinct has finally transformed into Lingzhi, but as soon as Lingzhi is born, it is just like a baby, and everything in the world is unknown and unsolved.

Xiaocao's first 'eye' saw the lark standing in front of him, the lark's body, for it, is majestic, frightened its leaves, shrunk a little.

However, when it felt the breath of Zhou Wu, Xiaocao felt endless warmth enveloping it, giving it a great sense of security.

"Babble!"

The two leaves of the grass were propped up on the ground, trying hard, trying to pull themselves out, away from the lark, and plant a little closer to Zhou Wu.

Sensing Xiaocao's emotions, Zhou Wu couldn't help but smile in his heart, he knew why Xiaocao was so close to him, and even ...... is to treat him as a mother, which is actually the cause of fairy dew.

His true spirit fell on Xiaocao's body, calmed Xiaocao, and when Xiaocao's mood stabilized, Zhou Wu saw that Xiaocao had seven slender leaves, so he said:

"In the future, you will be called Qiye!"

"Babble!"

Getting the name, the grass exudes joy.

When the lark heard this, he immediately flew to the trunk of the fairy and muttered, "Fairy, the grass has a name, but I don't have a name yet......

"Hmmm......"

"Your name is Bailing......"

"I've got a name, I've got a name!" The lark was very happy and flew around the fairy's torso.

……