Looking at the world beyond the dividing line, the starlight in Ling Yueyue's phoenix eyes flickered, and her expression shone brightly in the moonlight.

The breeze drifted slightly, as if it had blown away the moonlight shrouded in her, and exuded an ethereal glow.

Meng Xiang understood the meaning in her eyes.

"You...... Do you really want to leave the burial ground?" Meng Xiang also rarely had a serious facial features.

Ling Yueyue glanced at Meng Xiang, and on her beautiful cheeks, a helpless smile crossed her sorrowfully: "What do you think, since I am buried in the burial place, I am destined to never see the light of day, this is cause and effect, I have accepted my fate." ”

Having said that, Meng Xiang still saw that her fluttering eyes were telling about the desire to return to the world.

She really wanted to leave.

"Shaoxia, let's go, go and save your friends. She let out a long sigh, put away the personality of the eighth woman, and walked gracefully towards the depths of the bone-buried ground.

The declining back and the slender body can't help but feel pity.

Meng Xiang looked at the outside world and said in a slightly dull tone: "By the way, your sister, Ling Xue'er, she said that she misses you very much, do you need me to help you bring anything for her?"

"Xue'er?" When Ling Yueyue heard this, she turned her head, and her graceful pupils were suddenly covered with joy: "Shaoxia knows my sister? What did Xue'er say? Please tell the little girl." ”

Watching her walk back, Meng Xiang licked her dry lips and lowered her head slightly: "She said she misses you very much, she seems to have been looking for you for four years." ”

"Four years?"

Ling Yueyue's delicate body trembled slightly when she heard the news, and her beautiful eyes lost their luster melancholy: "Xue'er, she... How could she... How can you be in the Purple Xuanmen?"

"She said that after you left, your mother died of illness, and in order to find you, she entered the Zixuanmen, but unfortunately no one believed that she was your sister, so she could only work as a toilet worker at the outer door, and she was living a very bad life now. ”

There are some things that can be sad, but they still have to be said.

"Cher..."

Ling Yueyue seemed to be a little unrestrained, covering her mouth and sobbing slightly, blaming herself: "It's all my sister who is not good... I insisted on cultivating at the beginning, and I left you... Even when my mother died, I was... And now I'm still dead in the bones... I'm sorry for you..."

As she spoke, she fell to her knees, covering her mouth with her hands to hide her cry, but the tears that fell betrayed her clumsy concealment.

Yes, cultivators will cut off contact with their families.

This is the common knowledge of the cultivation realm.

Ling Yueyue must be the same.

This is reality, not a movie, it is impossible to die a person is like a pig dies and nothing can be affected.

Sometimes when a person dies, it may be the shadow of a family's life, especially Ling Yueyue, whose parents passed away, leaving only her sisters, and now that she is also dead, but she is alive in the form of a war spirit, how can she not worry about her sister?

This is also the reason why Meng Xiang will not kill people as long as it is not an unforgivable crime, or the opponent has repeatedly taught him.

Looking at Ling Yueyue who was sobbing, Meng Xiang saw her powerlessness against the ups and downs of fate.

The chief of the Purple Xuanmen, the soul of a revenant, what kind of torture will the gap between the two be for a person? and the longing for relatives... These fell on a twenty-year-old woman, which is a little too heavy

Meng Xiang is rarely serious, which does not mean that he is not serious.

Squatting down, Meng Xiang stretched out his hand to Ling Yueyue.

Ling Yueyue was already crying into a tearful person, she looked at Meng Xiang puzzled, and wiped away her empty tears: "What's the matter?

"Get up. Meng Xiang's face was a warm smile like handing an umbrella on a rainy day: "I'll take you away from the burial place." ”

"Leave... Burial ground?"

When Ling Yueyue heard this, her eyes were full of disbelief: "Impossible, to maintain a battle spirit, you need to create a mimic primordial god that has reached at least the ninth order of the golden body, but that... It is necessary for dozens of Golden Body Stage powerhouses to join forces to have two points of hope. ”

"Then I'll create a mimic primordial god for you. ”

"Tron... Made..."

Ling Yueyue looked at Meng Xiang blankly, and even began to wonder if there was something wrong with her ears, or if there was something wrong with Meng Xiang's ears?

I saw Meng Xiang wave his hand, and the true yuan spread like golden sand.

But this time, not for the attack, but for the creation!

There is no overwhelming power, no signs of the sky falling apart.

There were no fancy special effects, just like the adsorption of gravity, as the golden sand rotated and condensed, Meng Xiang's hand soon had an extra golden bead.

This is the mimicry of the primordial god!

Unlike the real Yuanshen, the mimic Yuanshen is in the shape of a bead, completely constructed by an unimaginable ultra-high-purity true element, even in the dim night, it still shines like the morning sun.

"It's... How is this possible?"

Staring at this mimic primordial god, Ling Yueyue even wondered if she was dreaming?

The energy contained in this primordial god is unimaginably huge, isn't this just a mimic primordial god? Such a high concentration of true essence is even enough to match the real primordial god!

The strength of this primordial god can not only keep the battle spirit in reality, but even condense the entity in a short period of time, and it can look no different from a real person.

"You... What is sacred?" Ling Yueyue looked at Meng Xiang tremblingly, unable to accept what she was seeing for a while.

Looking at Meng Xiang's peaceful smile, Ling Yueyue's cognition could only think of one possibility.

"Could it be... Are you a member of the gods?"

With such a powerful force, under the condition of being suppressed a hundred times the cultivation, he can still create a mimic primordial god with a single move, and his face is not red or panting... That bottomless power...

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you can go out, and before I give you the primordial god, you have to promise me... This time, cherish the opportunity to spend time with your sister, understand?"

The difficulty of creating this thing is actually as simple as breathing for Meng Xiang, but in the end, it is also a chance for others, and Meng Xiang doesn't like his kindness to be wasted.

"I..."

Ling Yueyue covered her mouth and looked at this primordial god in disbelief, tears flowing uncontrollably.

And this time, not because of regret, but because of the desire for a new life, it was tears of joy and tears.

With a poof, Ling Yueyue immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Meng Xiang three times.

Meng Xiang, who contributed to the mimic primordial god at this moment, is undoubtedly a god to Ling Yueyue, and he is a reborn parent!

"Your regeneration grace, the little woman can't repay it, I will follow you in the future, even if I am a cow and a horse, I will definitely repay you. ”

Follow?

Meng Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yes, given Ling Yueyue this primordial god, she can only follow me for the rest of her life.

The reason why this mimicry is called mimicry is not only because it is not the doppelganger of the master like the real primordial god, but also because it cannot restore the lost true element like the real primordial god.

Mimicry is actually a consumable.

War Spirits are essentially a highly contaminated True Element, and their True Essence is provided by the Bone Burial Ground, and once they leave the Bone Burial Ground, they will volatilize like dry ice.

Mimic Yuanshen, to put it bluntly, provides volatile energy for the war spirit, and the volatilization of the war spirit is very fast.

After getting the True Yuan, Ling Yueyue had to stay near Meng Xiang forever, so that she could replenish the True Yuan at any time, once she left Meng Xiang at a certain distance, the True Yuan of this mimic Yuan Shen could only maintain her actions for two days.

When the time comes, either return to Meng Xiang's side or go back to the burial ground, otherwise his soul will be scattered on the spot.

Moreover, if she broke away from Meng Xiang, casting spells or materializing, or even ordinary words would speed up the consumption of true yuan.

However, always providing Ling Yueyue with true yuan, for Meng Xiang, the small loss is basically negligible.

When you own an ocean, do you feel sorry for giving someone a small glass of seawater?

What's more, his true yuan is not non-renewable, based on Meng Xiang's recovery speed, the true yuan recovered in one second is enough to supply Ling Yueyue for several months.

In this way, Ling Yueyue closed her eyes with tears of excitement.

Meng Xiang slowly smashed this primordial spirit into her dantian.

In other words, this picture is so touching, why does my intuition tell me that I will regret it?

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