And all this was not until the emergence of the eighth generation of Linggong, there was a turning point, his mind is outstanding, he dares to break the stereotype, break through and innovate, and bring the spirit race back to a height that has not been seen for tens of millions of years, and it is extremely complicated for a while, but the fundamental problems that plague the spirit race are still unsolved, the withering of spiritual power, and the decline of life.

It was not until this moment that Ling Gong Fang showed his second identity, he was the only double saint body for thousands of years, with both the bloodline of the Holy Witch Spirit Clan and the bloodline of the Holy Immortal Prophet clan.

He is different from He Yinuo, He Yinuo has obtained the breath of barbarians and witches because of the absorbing power of pure cultivation in his body, while he has an innate bloodline.

The spirit clan is about to run out, and the eight generations of Linggong are prophets, which lasted thousands of years, exhausted all the essence, and deduced a path that can save the spirit race, and this leader is the person shown in the painting, the road of rebirth must be full of difficulties, difficulties, crawling forward in destruction, seeking breakthroughs, and finally bursting into new life.

At the same time, the eighth generation of Linggong knew the ambition of the demon general, and he wanted to inject a trace of vitality into the spring of the spirit vein by sacrificing the people of the spirit race, so as to prolong the qi of the spirit race.

He predicted with the technique of deduction that not only would this move not save the Spirit Race, but on the contrary, it would lead the Spirit Race into a land of no return, with no hope, and in addition, the demon would covet the Spirit Race's holy relics, "Creation Scroll, Death Scroll".

I know everything, and then I copy the version of the Genesis Scroll, and tamper with the key points in it, and deliberately let it steal it, and he will definitely suffer from it in the future.

The eight generations of Linggong complained to himself in the white beads, "Engong is the destiny of the creation of the world, and the prophet of prophecy is a move against the sky. This move will be calculated by Engong, and it is really disrespectful to be helpless, so I sincerely bow down here to ask for forgiveness, and at the same time offer the spiritual holy relics Creation Scroll and the reincarnation stone that the old man has studied all his life to express his guilt, so far I worshipped, and there is nothing else to ask for!"

He Yinuo sighed when he saw this, and while sighing, he also found that it was even more difficult to get rid of the shackles of fate. No matter how far away you are from worldly strife, you can control your desires and ambitions, but you can't escape the prying eyes of others about your destiny.

He accepted the Creation Scroll and took the portrait into his arms, and with a wave of his hand, the remains of Linggong feathered into foam in a gust of wind and dispersed with the wind.

Just like the afterlife, the ancient void spirit confession, the moment he came into contact with the creation scroll, in his mind, the memory fragments of the ancient seal once again appeared to heal and splic, and pictures appeared in his mind like the clouds and smoke of the past with the breath of ancient desolation.

In the past of countless billions of years, the heavens and the earth first opened, and there was chaos, and a huge and lengthy mountain range lay prone on the ground like an ancient dragon, winding and undulating, endlessly.

It connects the sky, crowns the sky, and gives birth to spirituality under the nourishment of the power of the stars and the ancient wilderness, which constantly absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, condenses every grass and every stone, and infiltrates into the mountains through the accumulation of the sun and the moon, and gathers on the ridge, stretching for thousands of miles, like the spine of a dragon.

After I don't know how many thousands of years, there are dragons inhabiting the mountains, and then because it violates the way of heaven and tampers with the mandate of heaven, so there are often heavenly calamities to punish it, but it belongs to the green dragon series, should be the most dragon, the strength is strong, and the way of heaven fights without the slightest cowardice, annihilating 9,999 heavenly tribulations, proud of the sky, so self-proclaimed as the dragon of the robbery!

However, the Heavenly Dao is insignificant, and the Heavenly Tribulations are innumerable, and after fighting against the Heavenly Dao for countless thousands of years, it finally dies due to the exhaustion of vitality and exhaustion, and until the moment when it stops breathing, it has fought tens of thousands of Heavenly Tribulations without defeat!

Its remains fell in the mountains, and although they died, their spirits were not destroyed, and then they echoed and merged with the spirits of the mountains, and their bodies gradually dissipated, hidden in the ridges.

After the world changed, the mountains collapsed, the mountains collapsed, and they ceased to exist, leaving only the ridge that was integrated with the dragon of robbery, like the spine of the dragon, buried deep in the ground, and then continued to condense until a hundred zhang!

And when it sees the light of day again, it can be traced back to the empty years, because its appearance is similar to the long whip, and there are often dragon groans come out, so it is destined to be a trapped dragon whip!

The picture came to an abrupt end, and I don't know when the next stitching will be or what kind of picture will be seen. However, one thing is for sure, every time you come into contact with the Creation Scroll, there will be a splicing of memory fragments, and every time you see the picture is related to an extraordinary magic weapon, I don't know what the connection is.

At this moment, the phantom moon seemed to have a sense of conjure, slowly swirling around him, clinging to each other like an old friend, and after a while, it stopped in front of him, emitting a faint silver-white glow.

He Yinuo caressed its rough surface, and at the moment of contact, his memory seemed to return to the cave on the top of the dragon and turtle in the Xuangui Tribulation line, the ancient ding that was burning with raging fire, and above the ancient ding, there was a half-moon magic weapon robbing the sun, as if it was devouring the true and pure scorching power in the world. At the same time, his memory returned to the trapped dragon tomb, the white bone dragon, the golden trapped dragon whip!

And at this moment, by the Xuanhai Sea, in the cave of the top of the dragon turtle, in the buried ruins, there was a sudden movement, and a faint red light shone in the cracks of the rocks. And in just a moment, all the rocks were melted and sublimated, as if all the temperature of the whole world was concentrated, and the next moment, with a roar, the sun broke through the ruins and disappeared into the sky.

In the afterlife, in the ruins of the trapped dragon tomb that collapsed back then, a golden light suddenly shot out in all directions through the cracks in the gravel, and at the same time, a huge golden pillar of light descended from the sky, blasting the gravel of the trapped dragon tomb open, and then, in the stunned eyes of countless onlookers, a dragon groaned, the golden light burst, and the trapped dragon whip disappeared into the sky with the pillar of light.

He Yinuo left the Linggong Ancestral Temple, although he did not find the whereabouts of Youhan, but he also gained a lot, and it was less than three days before the opening of the sacrificial ceremony.

And just when he was about to look for the ice decision, he found the trace of Mu Bingyu, he knew that this time was a special period, the spirit clan's guards had covered the heaven and earth, and those who strayed into the inner three places would have to worry about their lives if they were a little worse. Not to mention that her cultivation is not high, she has no ability to protect herself, even if she is herself, she is walking on thin ice, and the Spirit Clan Praetorian Guard can no longer cope with it, let alone the thirteen mages of the Spirit Clan!

However, at this moment, the Praetorian Guard patrol arrived, and He Yinuo took Mu Bingyu away from the place with lightning speed, away from this heavily guarded place.

Mu Bingyu was caught off guard, and was shaken coldly, and there was a panic in his heart, and when he saw that it was He Yinuo wearing a mask, he felt at peace in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched in an instant, and he said angrily.

"Hmph, why are you still holding me, it's rude, it's not gentle at all, let's say it first, I'm not following you. ”

He Yinuo was speechless for a moment and put it down, but looking at her pretended stubborn face, his heart was also warm. Fang Caifeng was tight, her sideburns and hair were a little messy, and she was a little charming in her pure beauty.

"The thirteen lands of the Spirit Clan, it's not big, it's not small, if you don't follow me, then you can only say that we are very fateful!" He Yinuo deliberately teased her, but these words came out of the chaotic demon mask, and it seemed a little nondescript.

When Mu Bingyu heard this, he scolded him, his eyebrows twitched, his eyes were as bright as water, and he said unconvinced, "Cut, whoever has a relationship with you, just allow you to have something, can't I have something to do,,,!"

Halfway through Mu Bing's words, he suddenly covered his chest, emitting a trace of pain*, and his face turned pale instantly, obviously enduring unknown pain.

He Yinuo hurriedly held her up, let her lean in his arms, and said with concern, "What's the matter? Your pulse is chaotic, like the water of a big river, surging for a while, and retreating bravely in the rapids for a while, have you ever been poisoned?"

Mu Bingyu coughed twice, his face became even paler, and he leaned on He Yinuo's arms and said weakly, "I have a strange poison in my body, and I often have attacks, this time I came to the ancient sacrifice under the guidance to find a miracle doctor and a hundred Gu doctors, in order to find a cure." ”

Before the words fell, Mu Bingyu leaned on He Yinuo's arms and fell asleep, He Yinuo picked her up, looked at her weak and pale face, and felt unbearable for a while.

Now, he doesn't want to lose anyone, and he doesn't want anyone to be hurt because of him, if he can't even protect the people around him, then what is the meaning of his persistence and the faith he pursues.

He hugged Mu Bingyu and went to the Bai Gu doctor, three days was enough!!

After inquiry, it was learned that the Hundred Gu Doctors were located on the border of the three places within the Spirit Clan, and He Yinuo crossed the void with the wings of the Colorful Kunpeng, and arrived in only three hours.

The Hundred Gu Medical Office is located in a secluded valley, with strange flowers and plants, deep and quiet, separated from the world, alone, comfortable, like a paradise.

He Yinuo was about to enter with the unconscious Mu Bingyu in his arms, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the flowers and plants around him all died in an instant, as if they had reached the end of their lives in advance, and the flowers and leaves were decayed, withered and fell off.

He Yinuo's face sank, his body turned sharply, avoiding this place, and at the moment he evacuated, a dense light carrying the power of the endless plague descended, which was mixed with a rich dead air.

Then, in a moment, under the shroud of the dense light, the power of the plague quickly condensed, turning into a figure, wearing a magic robe, shouldering golden armor, holding an evil wand and sickle, its face was hideous and strange, the eyes revealed a white faint light, and there were long horns on the skull, which made people shudder.

According to the memory of the general of the Praetorian Guard, this person is a necromancer who belongs to one of the thirteen mages, and he doesn't ask how his magical powers are, just the strong plague death aura on his body, and the cultivation power comparable to the second-step phantom tribulation realm, it is already terrifying, so he surrenders without a fight.