Lingyi's body was lowered, like a snow-colored elf, jumping on the ground, and he took a few steps to Jun Yan's side.

"Tut-tut...... Is this really 'his' child? But you make yourself look like this, and that embarrass me......

Shaking his head, the weasel smiled helplessly, looking like an elder who saw his own child in trouble. In front of him, the boy had fallen into a semi-coma, slumped to the ground, his body was full of cracks, the dark red light lit up slightly from the wound, and the whole person looked like a porcelain full of cracks.

Leaning down, the weasel put his snow-white little paws on Jun Yan's forehead, carefully probing the boy's physical condition. A stream of silver swept over Jun Yan's body, and the boy's body lit up with a dim emerald green light. The little ferret opened its eyes, its face full of surprise.

"Yo roar, you kid is quite capable! Only more than ten levels of cultivation dare to summon the advent of the 'dragon', I obey! I take back that sentence, you really deserve to be 'his' child!"

The little eyes narrowed slightly, and the weasel changed his tone, and then said to himself:

"I actually mixed up with the 'self-sacrifice' of a grandmaster, and it is still the wood system with the most vigorous vitality, otherwise, it will be painful for you......"

Sacrificing one's body, that is, sacrificing one's body, is a rare secret technique. The caster can condense his own cultivation into an entity and pass it on to others to the greatest extent.

It can be said that if the method of "furnace ding" is to seize the cultivation of others, then the method of "transmission" is to dedicate one's own cultivation to others. Among the many methods of transmission, self-sacrifice is the most thorough.

Because the user of this technique will surely die. And the piece of emerald crystal that the ancient head gave to Jun Yan was the cultivation of all the grandmasters of his general knowledge level sixty-six. And the process of Jun Yan being wrapped in the vine giant egg is the process of inheritance......

Of course, even if Jun Yan dies in a body explosion now, he is far from being able to absorb all the cultivation of a grandmaster, and most of the spiritual essence is still in the emerald crystal, hidden somewhere in Xiao Ming's body.

But even so, the overflowing spiritual energy also made Xiao Ming's cultivation more than four levels higher, and he crossed the seventeenth level of general knowledge in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Jun Yan was seriously injured, and his bones were shattered. If it weren't for the emerald crystal wood spirit that could warm him and greatly reduce his pain, I'm afraid Xiao Ming would also have to go before the ghost gate closed.

But even with the help of the "gift" of the ancient head, Xiao Ming's serious injury still made this snow-colored weasel feel quite tricky.

"What should I do......

Weasel straightened up, her chin in her hands, and fell into deep thought.

Bang......

Just when the snow-white weasel was thinking about how to save Jun Yan, a gravel hit the weasel in the head. It's just that a silver light flashes on the bright snow-white fur of the weasel, and this blow is "not even hurt by the hair" in the real sense.

"Stay away from him......" a weak voice came from one side.

Scratching his head with his hand, the weasel looked sideways and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy struggling to get up from the ground, holding a stone in his hand—this boy was Qin Zixuan.

Yi Gu's death freed Qin Ziyan from the state of marionette, and when he finally opened his eyes, he found a strange white little animal beside Jun Yan and didn't know what he was doing, so he threw it away, and there was the scene just now.

Roar, people get stolen goods, Weasel thought to himself. Jumping in front of Qin Zi in three or two steps, this snow-white little animal tilted its head to probe the young man in front of him.

"Hey, don't think I didn't see it......" Weasel teased, "You've been holding a knife at that boy for a long time. Why? You are only allowed to point a knife, and I am not allowed to touch it?"

The little animal in front of him actually spoke out of his mouth, which made Qin Ziwei's eyes widen unconsciously, and his heart was extremely shocked. Although his brother heard the sound of rustling, he didn't hear it clearly. You must know that except for some gifted races, only high-level demonic beasts above the sixth order can communicate with people so fluently.

What's wrong with the Young Dragon Courtyard? Qin Ziyan felt bitter in his heart, secretly threw away the small pebble in his hand, and pleaded in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Shangxian, the villain is offended. My hard-working brother and I are both poor people, and I ask the gods to let them go. ”

"Yo Roar, the face-changing technique is good, you kid is quite sensible......" Weasel stepped into the air, stretched out his little paw and patted Qin Ziyan's shoulder, and then said, "Don't worry, boy! Otherwise, you probably won't even have ashes left......"

Before the words fell, the snow-white weasel turned around and jumped to the ground, walking towards Jun Yan, as if there was a way.

One step, two steps, the body of the weasel continued to elongate and change in the faint silver light, and when it came to Jun Yan, it suddenly turned into a woman's figure.

Tall, slender jade legs, and snow-white goose neck, is a woman's delicate and beautiful face. The eyebrows are narrow and long, a pair of dark purple seductive, but there is a bit of innocence in the fox. His lips pursed slightly, as if he was smiling. Her skin is fair, and her long silver hair is flowing on the back of her head, smooth and smooth. Under the snow-white wool coat, there is a cheongsam with blue and white patterns.

Poetry has clouds: the whole world has no beauty, and it is unique for thousands of years. That's what she's talking about.

Ignoring the stunned young man behind her, the woman moved and walked in front of Jun Yan, the corners of her mouth hooked up an arc that could make all beings upside down.

"I like that title. Boy, remember, the name of this seat is: Lingxian!"

After saying that, Lingxian Liu's waist bent down slightly, stretched out his fingers like onions and jade, and clicked on the purple-gold ring on Jun Yan's hand.

With this, the purple gold ring flashed out in an instant, and it turned back into a ring-shaped necklace with a bang, falling into the jade palm of Ling Xian.

Playing with the pendant casually, Lingxian gently blew it, cleaned up the dirt on the pendant, looked at the child who collapsed on the ground and sighed softly: "Little guy, the key, it's not like that......"

"In the name of the immortals, connect, the ultimate fantasy world!"

As the woman's voice sounded, the purple-gold ring necklace glowed and deformed in her hand, and finally turned into a completely different style ring from before, and was worn on Lingxian's hand.

This mysterious woman was able to give instructions to the "key" in her own name, and under her drive, the "key" opened a whirlpool door in the void that glowed with strange light.

The sky, which had just regained its tranquility, was suddenly stormy, lightning and thunder at this moment.

Carefully picking up Jun Yan, Ling Xian stepped on the edge of the whirlpool gate, her snow-white fur coat and long silver hair fluttering slightly.

"Hey, that kid over there, do you want to be stronger?"

Lingxian's voice sounded at the whirlpool gate, and with a stroke of one hand, a slightly smaller whirlpool gate appeared on the side, and continued:

"For the sake of your affection for the little guy in my arms, I'll give you a chance. Of course, opportunities often come with danger. If you don't want to, you can ......."

The strange flash of light was accompanied by a strange spiritual energy gushing out, and Qin Ziyan had to cover the light with his hands, squinting his eyes, unable to see the figure of the person in front of him, and only heard a sigh.

"Boy, decide your own path! Actually, it's not bad to be an ordinary person. ”

The voice dissipated, and Lingxian's figure disappeared into the whirlpool gate. Only a slightly smaller whirlpool gate remained, and Chin Zi was still in shock.

"I ...... I'm being used as a pawn, I've been doing things against my will, I've been forced to cultivate, can I also decide my own path?"

A tear was drawn, and Qin Ziyan, who had been suppressed for a long time, tasted freedom for the first time. However, he got up and limped towards the Vortex Gate.

When I was forced to cultivate, but now that I am free, I still choose to embark on the path of cultivation. Perhaps, life is really a reincarnation! But this time, I want to live for myself!

"Qingqing, I'm coming, waiting for me ......"

Qin Zi muttered, but his eyes gradually became firm, and he resolutely jumped into the whirlpool gate. The gate vanished, and the smoke dissipated, leaving only the burning fire, and the Hatchling Temple gradually returned to calm......

But soon, the strange whirlpool gate reappeared, and the jade hand that had been white stretched out from it, with a hint of embarrassment.

"I'll go, I almost forgot about this! ”

With the hook of the jade hand, the blood-colored amber of the sealer Chu Chenghao was also pulled into the whirlpool gate, and the gate disappeared......