Seeing the pretty figure standing in the clouds, the villagers were even more surprised, and Du Dali, who was a little closer to Tang Ling, strengthened his courage and asked Tang Ling with a little trepidation: "Tang Ling Immortal, I don't know why Fairy Yun'er is this?"

Tang Ling's eyes were fixed on Yun'er, and he didn't take his eyes away, and replied, "If my earlier observation was not wrong, you should have made a living from farming. So Yun'er and I have prepared a gift for everyone in the village to help you get in good weather from now on, and at the same time protect you from being harassed by ordinary thieves and other ordinary thieves. ”

"Immortals!"

When Du Dali heard Tang Ling's answer, he was very grateful in his heart, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Tang Ling waved his hand and interrupted Du Dali's words of gratitude in his mouth.

"It's just a fate, we met you, and we happened to have the idea of giving a gift, that's all. ”

At this time, in mid-air, Yun'er raised her originally lowered hands slightly, and the sound of gusts of wind and thunder rolling sounded, echoing in the sky for a long time. As if summoned by Yun'er, in mid-air, layers of rain clouds gradually accumulated, until Yun'er's figure was blocked in front of everyone's sight.

At the same time, the rain clouds blocked the light cast by the scorching sun, making the originally hot dog days suddenly cool down. A white mist with incomparable vitality crept in, and the village was shrouded in pale white in just a few breaths. As for the members of the Blood Sea who were still waiting, although they were more knowledgeable than the villagers, they couldn't stop the shock in their hearts in the face of such a spectacle in front of them—regardless of the rain clouds, wind and thunder and other celestial weather alone, this thin white mist alone had taught them to be amazed by the ability of these two "distinguished guests".

However, the Blood Sea Wild Waves Hall and his party, including Zhao Zhuheng, had already felt another layer of mystery.

As the elite of the hundred battles in the sea of blood, after many years of fighting and fighting with other forces, they have already accumulated more or less stubborn diseases in their bodies, but at this time, bathed in this white mist, they can clearly feel that their whole body is gradually becoming relaxed, and under the nourishment of this white mist, those old diseases are actually gradually cured!

Zhao Zhuheng, who had already sensed that his old illness was beginning to heal on his own, looked at Tang Ling with a puzzled gaze, but found that the white mist surrounding everyone had thickened at some point, not only Tang Ling, but at this moment, he couldn't even see the faces of his subordinates clearly, as for those who were a little farther away, he could only see an outline at this moment.

"Mr. Tang Ling, what exactly is this?"

Although the white fog made Zhao Zhuheng unable to see the other party's face clearly, it did not prevent him from asking questions. Tang Ling, who was on the other side of the white mist, heard Zhao Zhuheng's question full of doubts, and replied with a light smile: "This is a moisturizing spiritual mist, which can nourish the souls of all things in heaven and earth, and of course, it is also very beneficial to you and others." ”

Moisturizing Mist?

Zhao Zhuheng secretly remembered this name, which should be the first time he had heard of it, in his heart, and stopped speaking. For some reason, he always felt that this name was very familiar, but at this time, he was embarrassed to ask, so he made a decision in his heart, when he arrived in Luoyang one day, he must tell Mo Lengyan everything he encountered today, maybe Mo Lengyan would know the origin of this strange white mist. After all, the sea of blood has been founded for more than 100 years, and some strange people and strange things have been recorded more or less, and some clues may be found from it, if you can find the origin of this Mr. Tang Ling, it will be an unexpected gain.

Just as Zhao Zhuheng was thinking, a drop of rain hit his face.

The rain clouds in the sky had turned into light rain at this time, contaminated with a bit of moist spiritual mist, some of which fell on everyone, and more of them fell directly on the earth and penetrated into it. As the rain falls, the Soul Mist also begins to melt into the land, stimulating and nourishing the declining vitality of the land.

A cold breeze blew, although it could not blow away the dense white mist, but it really blew through the bodies of everyone present, and everyone who touched the breeze involuntarily exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and the whole body suddenly felt refreshed, as if the breeze took away the fatigue accumulated in the body for many years.

The light rain lasted for about half an hour, and the negligible amount of rain gradually became smaller and finally stopped. At this time, the originally dense rain clouds in the air had already dissipated, and everyone looked at the sky again, only to feel that Yun'er, who was still standing in the clouds, exuded a calm and dignified aura all over her body, just as Du Dali said to them: "Dust fairy."

With the light rain lightened, although the white mist could no longer cover everyone's sight like Fang Cai, it did not dissipate completely, but continued to surround everyone, slowly washing everyone's bones and veins.

Through the light mist, Tang Ling glanced at everyone in front of him, and said with satisfaction: "It seems that the results are not bad." ”

Looking at Tang Ling, who maintained an indifferent face, including Du Dali and his wife, the villagers were grateful in their hearts, and it was difficult to express their gratitude for a long time. They only plough and livestock on weekdays, work in the morning, and rest at sunset, although the days are quite tiring, but compared with the days when Zhao Zhuheng and others fight all day long, it is obviously a lot easier. The perception of their own condition was naturally much duller, but after bathing in the Moisturizing Spirit Mist for half an hour, the feeling of refreshment filled their whole bodies without the slightest ambiguity. Now in their opinion, this feeling is definitely caused by the miracles bestowed by the two "immortals". Tang Ling's simple comment made them believe in the thoughts in their hearts. Looking at Yun'er in mid-air at this moment, the eyes of the villagers were full of sincere gratitude and admiration.

As for the members of the Wild Wave Hall led by Zhao Zhuheng, their feelings were clearer than those of the villagers. After all, after many years of swords and swords, they have already trained their perception to be extremely keen, and the villagers feel a refreshing feeling in their hearts, but for them, they clearly know what changes have happened in their bodies.

And Zhao Zhuheng, who secretly made up his mind to investigate the mystery of this white mist, was shocked by the strongest among all those present.

After years of stubborn illness subsided, how could this white fog bring them such a subtle effect?

Now the meridians in his body have already been refreshed, as if they have been reshaped, and it is obviously caused by this white mist!

What Mr. Tang Ling just said was the moisturizing spiritual mist that can nourish all things in heaven and earth?

Even the most superb elixir that existed in the legends could not achieve such a wonderful effect, not to mention that the people who were blessed and cleansed their bones and veins at this time were not only the more than 20 people in the Blood Sea Wild Wave Hall, but also nearly 200 ordinary villagers?

This is equivalent to giving more than 200 god-level pills to more than 200 people, and among these more than 200 people who have been given, more than ninety percent are just ordinary mortal villagers who have their feet on the loess with their backs to the sky and are not qualified to participate in the battle for the rest of their lives.

Even the legendary gods, demons, fairies and demons who can fly to the sky and the earth are estimated to be impossible to give such a generous "gift" casually!

How to describe such a gift?

Waste, luxury, tyranny?

As far as Zhao Zhuheng thinks in his heart, the above words still can't describe one percent of such a move! For Tang Ling, that indifferent appearance fully expresses that this "gift" is just a matter of course for him, and it is very slight.

Such a character, what is it exactly-

Zhao Zhuheng shuddered, at this moment, he didn't dare to figure out Tang Ling's origin without authorization.

And at this moment, even the gods, demons, fairies and demons witnessed it with their own eyes, and what they had to be stunned was slowly but surely going on under everyone's feet. The Moist Spirit Mist, which had been carried into the soil by the rain, had gradually moved closer at this time, slowly gathering hundreds of feet underground, and finally turned into a crystalline the size of a fingernail.

From now until hundreds or even thousands of years, mortals living here will be blessed by the Spirit of Creation!

If Zhao Zhuheng knew that Tang Ling was washing their bones and veins while also giving them earth-shaking changes, he would probably have fainted because of surprise.

In mid-air, Yun'er, with her eyes closed, didn't feel the eyes of the villagers at all, and naturally she didn't know that the dignified and sacred image she had unintentionally displayed made the villagers fear their parents. Especially when they personally felt the miraculous effect of moistening the spiritual mist, they were even more grateful to the bodhisattva of this "fairy". At that moment, the villagers knelt down one after another and bowed to the pretty figure in mid-air.

An unhurried voice came: "We don't want you to wait to kneel, let's all get up." ”

It was Tang Ling who spoke, and as soon as the words fell, a part of the Moist Spirit Mist that had not yet fully merged with the earth poured out again, holding up the villagers who were originally kneeling on the ground.

"You and I are both people who live in this world, so why do you need to kneel down to each other? I believe Yun'er thinks the same. ”

With a calm tone and no half-preachy words, Tang Ling seemed to be just stating the simplest thing. And his gaze at the villagers did not fluctuate at all, as if he was just looking at passers-by who he had never met, but in the faint senses, it seemed to contain mixed feelings like meeting blood relatives who had been separated for many years.

Du Dali was also one of the villagers who had just been helped up, but when he heard Tang Ling's words, he was the only one who stood up: "Tang Ling Immortal, you have done such a great favor to our villagers, how can we repay it?"

"As long as you can live and work in peace and contentment, it will be enough. Tang Ling resumed a faint smile at this time, "What's more, it's not just you who benefit at this time, Yun'er is also one of the beneficiaries." ”

First wash the bones and muscles with the spiritual mist, remove the stubborn impurities in the people's bodies, and then use the rainwater to inject the remaining mist into this piece of landscape and store it, and at the same time, it can also allow the villagers to gradually be reborn under the cultivation of the aura, which is indeed Tang Ling's plan. But if it weren't for Yun'er's good impression of these villagers, he would definitely not have put so much effort into arranging this "spectacle". Moreover, such a painstaking action was not Tang Ling's main purpose.

"Yun'er Fairy?"

Everyone's eyes refocused on Yun'er, and at this time, in the middle of the air, five dazzling colors of yellow, orange, cyan, purple, and green gradually appeared around that pretty figure.

Ghost Intent, Immortal Yao, Demon, Divine Spirit, Demon Bully, the five kinds of Origin Qi that Yun'er had inadvertently absorbed in the past were actually forced out of her body at this time!