After listening to Fusang Jun talk about everything that had just happened, Le Wuwu only muttered: "He still can't let go." ”

Perhaps, this is her calamity after all, and it is also his. No matter how hard you struggle, it won't help.

"I originally thought that what you said before was nothing more than to trick me into agreeing with you to save him, but I never thought that you really didn't want to leave yourself a little life." Think about those who have been saved and re-entered the cycle of reincarnation, it is nothing more than that when the time comes, it will be all over again. What's the point?

Le Wuwu tried to tug the corners of his mouth, trying to make a relieved smile. But that expression was so painful in Fusang-kun's eyes.

"Jin Xiao, do me another favor."

The cloud is in the fairy world, above the ruins.

Nothing has changed, it is still the same as she remembered fifty years ago.

It was the first time she saw her spiritual powers.

She knew that if the spiritual power was majestic enough to be concrete, she was still shocked when she saw it for the first time.

The obscuring appearance finally made her understand that everything her uncle said before was true, not a relief.

Like a giant dragon out of the water, it soared into the sky, swirling the ruins to form a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea. The swirling blurry image made it impossible to tell whether it was the sea water or her spiritual power.

She was excited at that moment.

She forgot all the instructions of her uncle and sister, and her mind was full of the many humiliations that Yao Shang had given her a few days ago. She swore that one day, she would convince them and kneel at her feet to repent of all their previous mistakes.

And at that time, she was sure in her heart that it would be that day.

With this monstrous spiritual power, why not let them surrender?

She just wanted to turn over with this, thinking that she would only take a little bit back. But the spiritual power seemed to admit the Lord, and she couldn't allow her to refuse half a bit, like a gushing out of molten iron poured into a narrow glass bottle, and it cracked in all directions in an instant.

Her consciousness was shattered, and it was still scattered.

Just when she thought that she would die under her spiritual power, it was her sister who suddenly appeared and rushed into the whirlpool, cut off the connection and saved her.

By the time she regained her senses, the sea was as calm as ever, and her spiritual power was still stirring up the storm, as if nothing had happened.

She and her uncle searched for three days, and finally found her dying sister in Wangyangchuan, a branch of the ruins.

The blood around her body had dried up, clinging to her body, looking down from the clouds, countless black arrow feathers hesitated in her eyes, and the black arrow feathers firmly fixed her sister on the riverside.

She had to make great achievements at a young age, and she was about to go through the calamity, and the high-spirited sister was wounded like Ling Chi, and her spiritual veins were broken.

It took my uncle half of his life to save my sister's life, but the spiritual power he had cultivated for nearly a hundred years could never be replaced.

Not only that, Lejia was already weak, and because of this, he completely lost control of Yun Yun.

At that time, she chose to fight against fate for the first time, impulsive, naïve, and the ending was so tragic.

For this reason, she knelt in the ordination hall for seven days and vowed never to do anything more against her fate.

Thinking of this, Le Wuwu sighed.

She is still unwilling, so she will have this second time. But after 50 years, the results are not much better.

They searched around for Xiao Boran's whereabouts, but they saw that the water above the ruins was calm as usual, and her spiritual power was still the same, but it was far more majestic to the naked eye than it was fifty years ago.

"He's there!" Le Wuwu suddenly vaguely saw a figure in the depths of the whirlpool, like Xiao Boran.

"No, I don't. I didn't see anything. Following the direction of her finger, Fusang-kun looked hard, but still didn't see anything.

"No, he's right there. In the midst of the whirlpool! ”

Just as Fusang Jun rubbed her eyes, she didn't know where she got the strength, so she broke free from his support and rushed straight towards the whirlpool.

After fifty years, she finally began to take the initiative to absorb her spiritual power again.

She thought of many ways, but after thinking about it, all she could do now was to absorb all that spiritual power.

The worst outcome is that she is unconscious.

It's just that she didn't expect that Fusang Jun was not mistaken, there was really no Xiao Boran there. Everything is just a ploy of Yao Shang.

Fifty years ago, while the Le family was recuperating in retreat, she secretly sneaked into the ruins and cast a spell, as long as Le Wuwu came here again, she would see the people she was worried about in the whirlpool. She just borrowed a knife to kill people.

It's just that this knife was supposed to be her own.

Fusang Jun saw that the spiritual power rushed straight to the Le Wu Wu Ling Platform like a flood, and it didn't take long for her to convulse all over, emitting a dazzling red light. The red light spread all over her body like lotus root, and finally converged in her eyes. He knew a red shackle on her face, stretching from her eyes to her ears.

That's the seal under her mother, and it's the reason why she was born blind, and why she couldn't hear anything.

She twitched in the air, and the blood of the golden light kept flowing from the seven orifices. The more spiritual power flowed to her, the more red light grew, and the more blurred her body became.

Fusang-kun knew that it was because her consciousness had been dispersed, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

Just as the red light was reaching the sky, and the red thread on her body was about to break, a white light flashed, and a white-clothed god descended beside her.

I saw that although the god's face was calm, his hand was hurrying to repair her scattered spiritual sense.

Jun Qiye was still alarmed by her spiritual power and came in time.

He raised his left hand lightly and only waved it faintly, and the seal that had plagued Le Wuwu for a hundred years drifted away with the wind like flame ashes, gradually dimming and disappearing. The spiritual power that was originally surging like a beast was tamed under his hands, and gradually wandered in her body in an orderly manner.

As the remaining spiritual power became less and less, the calm waters began to churn, and a complex totem rose from the bottom of the sea, glowing with a dim red light.

It was the seal planted by Mother Sanssouci.

It wasn't until the last wisp of spiritual power was absorbed that the seal began to dim, began to crack, and finally cracked.

And at that moment of cracking, the unconscious Le Wuwu looked up to the sky and shouted: "Mother! And he passed out.

The ruins were no longer calm, and the waves were monstrous for a while.

Jun Qiye left with Le Wuwu, and he didn't even look at Fusang Jun the whole time.

And Fusang Jun only felt that the coercion around him made it difficult for him to speak, and he couldn't breathe.

I could only silently watch the two disappear into the clouds.

Sure enough, the distance between the Immortal Race and the Divine Race was still too far away after all, far more than that heavy sky.

And on the bank of the ruins, his uncle Le Yun, who came out of the curtain from the military tent, looked at the turbulent ruins and muttered: "Don't worry." ”

This ruin has not had a storm for a hundred years, and now it is rippling again, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.