The young eunuch clearly felt that Wu Ying's body was about to run out of control at this moment.

He didn't know the secret of her heart, so he began to panic.

But this young eunuch was by no means an ordinary person, and in the midst of uneasiness and panic, he was still able to calm down extremely quickly.

Hurriedly said: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, please calm down, the flower you want the slave to find...... The minions have brought you here. ”

The madness in the scarlet pupils suddenly stabilized, and Wu Ying seemed to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

Raising his head, he stared at him with eyes that could not see anything but scarlet blood, like a desperate demon in the night.

A trace of reluctance and hesitation flashed on the young eunuch's face.

But under the gaze of those bloody eyes that were about to collapse, he finally gritted his teeth and took out a square box made of crystal from his arms.

The sealing of the box was actually sealed with black rune paper and messy grass scarlet runes.

In the black talisman, the deep heaven and earth talisman power from the paving surface made people feel shocked.

The transparent crystal box is filled with red clay, which looks like it has been soaked in blood all year round, and it looks weird.

In the red earth, a flower was planted.

A three-color flower, black on the top and white on the bottom, and black and white in the middle, blending into a chaotic color.

At the moment when he handed out the crystal box, the young eunuch said with a complicated face: "His Royal Highness the Prince...... You must know that once you plant the flower of three births and three evils, there will be no ...... It's time to turn back. ”

Wu Ying held the box in her arms like the last life-saving straw, and a pair of low-hanging eyelashes trembled in the night breeze of the ruins.

Her voice was very soft: "From the day I left that tree, I knew there would never be a return." ”

Click!

The crystal box shattered in her arms, and the crystal fragments and blood-red fine sand exploded and fell on the hem of Wu Ying's pitch-black clothes under the power of forcibly breaking the seal of the rune.

She folded her hands, clinging to the three-color flower, and pressed her forehead against the back of her hand, her posture was almost reverent: "With my three evils, in exchange for your three lives, may I ...... this time I can still find you. ”

After finishing this sentence, under the unbearable face of the young eunuch, she insisted on putting the three-colored flower in her hand close to her heart.

The roots of the flowers were stained with dark clothes, and suddenly the roots were like sharp blades that came to life, piercing the clothes and skin, and at the moment when the blood on Wu Ying's face faded wildly, the flower wine had been deeply planted in her heart.

Until the flower of the three births and three evils blooms, it is the day when the fruit of the soul is born.

The young eunuch hurriedly took off a blood-colored jade pendant from his waist and crushed it, and a wisp of gray-colored remnant spirit in the jade pendant was sucked into it by the flower.

Soon, the wisps of soul that dissipated in the blood jade gourd reunited between heaven and earth and lit up.

Wu Ying struggled to get up, her face was deeply haggard and haggard, but her eyes were full of light and fire at the moment.

She smiled a lost smile: "It's still ...... Still ......"

Stretching out his pale and thin palm, he gathered all the wisps of remnants that had nowhere to be placed in the many three-colored flowers in his heart, and carefully treasured them to the whitest and cleanest corner of the three colors.

The fireworks in the distance are coming to an end.

Under the staggering of light and shadow, the smile on Wu Ying's face gradually disappeared into the deepest shadows, until the corners of his mouth sank into a faint lonely arc.

She finally closed her eyes slowly and said, "After you go down, tell Wu Zhang, just say that his suggestion, I will accept it." ”

The young eunuch opened his lips, his heart was weak for a moment, and he still couldn't say anything.

......

......

The nameless valley, separated by a sea of clouds, after the purple lightning thunder flashed, this valley also fell torrential rain.

Even if the boys and girls in the valley hide under the trees, they will inevitably fall into the soup chickens, and their faces are one after another.

The most unlucky is Chengfeng, the son of the star general Tianwu.

At this moment, he was in the weakest and worst condition, and he destroyed mountains and valleys in a moment of vigour, and was finally caught by that terrible woman to move mountains.

And the mountain he moved, at the request of that woman, was extremely forbidden to touch a single mountain or stone in this mortal world!

This is really embarrassing!

With his current divine power cultivation, he is still far from reaching the realm of Void Creation.

But under the woman's obscenity, he didn't dare to do nothing.

I am afraid that suddenly a drop of rain will fall from the sky and pierce his head Shenhai, and from then on, it will be very bad for Ying's soul to return to the sea of stars.

It is a great shame to think that he is a god of rain, a wise one, and finally died in a drop of rain.

Therefore, in order to preserve his dignity, Chengfeng resolutely chose to burn his natal star and perform the magic of reclamation and mountain moving to meet the requirements of that cold-blooded woman.

Reclamation, naturally filled not by ordinary sea, but by the sea of his divine consciousness.

Moving mountains, it is natural to move the sacred country where he lives, the small holy mountain above the Nine Heavens that belongs to him.

He used divine magic to move a corner of the small holy mountain to his own divine sea, and then appeared in this valley out of thin air with a stone and a soil of great divine powers.

After many days of work on the holy mountain, he finally moved out of a small mountain after Chengfeng's efforts to sleep and forget to eat.

But the woman's eyes were empty, and she couldn't see all the efforts she had made.

Even today, he was so excessive, inviting heavy rain to baptize his tired body.

Thinking that people are under the eaves, I have to bow my head.

Chengfeng endured again and again, and the work efficiency became more and more inefficient.

Finally, the torrential rain slammed down on his body and caused great pain, and his whole soul was repeatedly turbulent.

The son of Tianwu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and was so angry that he wiped a handful of cold rain on his face.

The stars in the center of his eyebrows were dim, and when his face was empty, he turned his eyes to the scarlet figure and was about to lock on to the crimson figure and prepare to scold, indicating that he was going to quit!

But at this glance, Chengfeng was completely stunned.

......

......

In the vast rain curtain, the crimson figure was soaked all over, she didn't hold an umbrella, and let the heavy rain wet her black hair and red clothes.

She tilted her face sideways, her eyes open with two rounds of abyssal color, and her face was almost transparent.

The red plum and white paper fan that she was carrying was not in her hands or around her waist.

Instead, it completely stretched out and fell diagonally on the wet ground at his feet, and the rain splashed on the umbrella surface to create a bleak and cool scene.

The picture is unspeakably sad and gloomy.

......

......

The vast snow-capped mountains are long and long, and as far as the eye can see, the clouds are floating and the jade color is bright, and the blue dome is towering.

The shallow waters of the North River in the mountains

It has been frozen into solid ice, and the ancient tree has shed its remaining residual leaves, leaving gray branches that have formed ice, and the weather is cold and cold.

In this vast snow-capped mountain, a little fox covered in blood and badly burned all over his body struggled to the death in the thick snow.

A pair of beast pupils were so weak that they could barely open them, and the dirty black blood between the fox's fur left striking marks between the white snow.

The little fox's limbs seemed to have been broken by some kind of force, and it collapsed limply on the ground.

Rao is like this, it still does not give up survival, and still tries to crawl forward little by little.

Because in front of the little fox, on top of the cliff snow, there is a fruit as red as fire.

In the snow, the fragrance of this fruit pulp and the vitality of life are exuded.

The cold wind was like a blade, whistling by, like a knife scraping on the little fox.

Cut out the originally tragic wounds of its body into even more terrifying bloody wounds.

Before they had time to scab over, more bright red blood poured out from the wound, which flowed a terrible color in the snow, and soon froze into ice again.

In the midst of the wind and snow, there is a life that is about to wither and struggle to survive.

This little fox is naturally Ling Tiansu who fell on the Chuanwu Mountain.

The unprecedented severity and devastating injuries destroyed all his life and body, but he miraculously survived.

Of course, this is closely related to the opportunities he has had since he practiced.

The red cherry blossoms and green fruits that have been hidden in the body for a long time symbolize endless life, thus causing Ling Tiansu's vitality to far exceed that of most living beings in the world.

Later, he ignited a number of attribute seeds in his body at the same time, and the thunder seed was not mentioned, symbolizing the destructive power.

The milder water species and wood species complement each other, and under the explosion of the medicinal properties of the red cherry blossoms and green fruits, they temporarily protect a wisp of his soul.

Born one, water in life, water gives birth to all things, all things eventually return to water, and water is both life and death.

Wood, born from the ground, the trip to the East, the upper is the leaf, the lower is the root, and the spring is the life.

Water can give birth to wood, wood can make fire, fire is the fire of life, and the fire is inherited.

In Lingtiansu, he took himself as the guide, and the blood as the curse, and even cast a blood-burning sword at the cost of sealing the sword, which was faster than light and scorching than fire.

Rootless souls wander between heaven and earth, with nowhere to return, but they do not return to ashes.

Because the moment before he was about to dissipate, somewhere thousands of miles away, the soul trembled as if it had a wonderful resonance with some kind of power.

That power was like a hot spring, and it brought him to the other world.

But once he died, Ling Tiansu did not pay no price.

At least at this moment, he was beaten back to the form of a demon body, and under the violent turmoil of his soul, his memory was even more confused, and he even forgot who he really was, living with the survival instinct of a demon beast.

With all his strength, he struggled to crawl forward again, a short distance.

He was finally an inch away from the crimson fruit, and if he raised his head, he could bite into the fruit that would save his life.

But at this moment, a clean and white hand moved faster to pick the crimson fruit.

In the despair of Ling Tiansu's eyes, the amateur master sighed lightly and looked down at such a poor little guy in the snow.

A look of pity appeared on her face: "Where did a little fox come from who was so badly injured, it's really pitiful." ”