Before the body was fully entered, I heard the guardian of Tianxu City say loudly: "Qiao Dan, this time you are lucky, the Heavenly Dao borrowed the strength to let you easily enter the Lower Void, but don't scare me into the Lower Void Clan, next time, you won't be so easy to come in, it's good to go, don't send ......"

Qiao Dan secretly scolded damn, isn't this intentionally causing chaos to the Lower Void Flying Race? Before he had time to think about it, the gap in the sky healed, Qiao Dan's body disappeared, and the Lower Void Battlefield returned to calm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white-haired monk turned to Rutian and said: "I'm going back too, the guardian is right, this Qiao Dan is just a strong outsider, and he boldly grabs the territory of the Void Flying Human Race, it was all beaten down by agarwood, don't be polite, move quickly......"

Rutian asked in a low voice, "Senior, how is Agarwood now?"

The white-haired monk shook his head: "I don't know, if I could know the state of Agarwood, Qiao Dan would have found him a long time ago, but I know that Agarwood is now, even if he is alive, he only has a glimmer of life, whether he can survive this difficulty, it is really two words, he is now, at most, he can barely die." ”

Rutian asked again: "Senior, do we need to do something for Agarwood?"

The white-haired monk shook his head: "Don't do anything, the agarwood catastrophe has just passed, let him slowly recover on his own, if he can survive this catastrophe safely, then in the future, no one can stop his rise, what you need to do now is to use agarwood as the internal driving force to lead the rapid development of our human race, if the agarwood is not dead, the great luck of our human race is there, among my human race, there will be a blowout of Tianjiao, maybe, in a few years, we will really be able to conquer the flying people and avenge today's great revenge." ”

Rutian bowed down and said, "Disciple understands. ”

The white-haired monk also cut through the space and disappeared.

The tide of desolation on the Lower Void Battlefield has passed after two years, but then, the Lower Void Battlefield and even the land of Kyushu have become turbulent.

The strength of the flying people has dropped greatly, this is the decline of a top ten race, this is a huge piece of fat.

The wolves rose up together and began to grab food, among which the boldest and the fastest action was the Terran, anyway, it had already offended ruthlessly, and there was basically no room for relaxation, so simply defend to the death, and the Terran boldly shot at the Flying Terrain at the same time on the battlefield and the land of Kyushu, snatching territory and fighting for benefits.

When the Flying Race was about to give the Terran a head-on blow, the coalition forces of the Sky Race and the Long-Eared Clan were all killed, and the core area of the Flying Race broke out.

Not only did he not take care of the Terrans, but because of his inferior strength, he couldn't stand the joint attack of the two powers, and the core area of the Flying Terrain was lost piece by piece.

The war lasted for more than ten years, and the situation gradually stabilized.

The entire territory of the Flying Race is not one out of ten, and a large number of core rich lands have been divided between the Cupola Clan and the Long-Eared Clan, while in the peripheral areas, the Terran has become the biggest beneficiary.

Ten years have passed, and there is still no news of Sun Haosun Agarwood of the human race, as if it has completely disappeared from the lower void, or has really fallen on the lake.

However, at this time, Sun Hao's influence on Sun Agarwood is still there, although many races are interested in the profits of the human race, but they do not dare to hand their claws to the human race casually, in addition, the human race is friendly with the cupola clan and the long-eared clan, which also makes the general race dare not call at will.

Ten years have passed, and on the earth, year after year, flowers have bloomed, year after year, and the sun and moon have set.

Ten years have passed, gradually, many things are not human, and gradually, the focus of many people's attention has begun to shift.

The creation of the earth seems to have a miraculous miracle of life, especially for some strange races, ten years may be a time of gorgeous transformation.

Among the lower void races, there is a magical race, called the "nymph race", before they reach adulthood, they are stupid and unbearable, and their form is also very poor, most of them are filthy insects buried deep in the ground, but when they are about to become adults, they will break through the ground and transform themselves.

Once transformed, it turned around gorgeously.

Some nymphs will give birth to wings and become beautiful butterflies, some can become birds with fluttering cicada wings, and some can directly become flying people.

All the Lower Void races know the beauty and variety of the nymph race, but few people know that the nymph clan is bitter and bitter when they are not adults, and even fewer people will know that the adulthood of the nymph clan is the most difficult process among the lower void races.

They need to not eat or drink, not move or bounce, endure the wind and rain, endure the lightning and thunder, and if they are not careful, they will fail in the process of transformation and disappear silently into the void space.

It's spring again.

On Langlin Island, the pear blossoms are blooming again.

The rain of flowers flew all over the sky, dyeing the mountains and whitening the surface of the lake.

The Terran monks stationed on Ranglin Island were accustomed to the pear blossoms blooming every year, and they didn't feel the slightest abnormality.

Many monks even come to Ranglin Island to enjoy the pear blossoms at this time of year.

According to legend, the fairy pear tree is planted by Lord Agarwood himself, representing the unswerving love between Lord Agarwood and the four concubines of Yinpeng, and it is also the spiritual symbol of Ranglin Island.

This spring, the pear blossoms are blooming again.

This spring, the blooming pear blossoms are very different from the past, and the flowering period is particularly long.

The white pear blossoms dye the hill white and flawless, as if there are fairies flying on the hill.

The white pear blossoms seem to have layers of mysterious power, covering up a lot of breath, and the monks of Ranglin Island are accustomed to it, attributing it to the magic of Lord Agarwood.

However, what the monk of Ranglin Island did not know was that, like the white pear blossom of a fairy, in her arms, from this year onwards, every day when the moon rose, she would quietly hold a human head that seemed to be dry, and quietly absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

The eyes of the human head were closed, and there was not the slightest breath, as if they had dried up and died.

But every time the fairy pear flower gently sends nectar into his mouth, the human head will open his mouth slightly and gently suck the nectar into his mouth.

The white fairy pear blossom, like a fair girl, gently hugged her head, hummed a gentle song with the sound of the wind, and gently soothed the head in her arms.

No one noticed that in the sea of flowers of the pear tree, there was an extra head that was still alive.

Sun Hao's head was in the arms of the fairy pear tree, as if he had returned to Xiaoqing's side, peaceful and quiet, slowly, holding back immortality, and recovering himself little by little.

The divine consciousness was completely closed, only the slightest trace of spirituality maintained the operation of the head, the sea of consciousness was completely silent, a few stars representing the divine soul, and only the agarwood sword still shone with a faint golden light.

For a long, long time.

The pear blossom nectar entered the sea of knowledge, and with a ding dong, it dripped on the sea of knowledge.

Floating in the sea of knowledge, the motionless source bucket seemed to be stimulated by the nectar, and it also made a ding dong and dripped a drop of the original solution.

The original liquid entered the sea of knowledge, and Sun Hao's sea of knowledge recovered a little wave.

Above the sea, the agarwood sword clanged, and the light flashed.

In the sea of flowers, Sun Hao's eyes opened suddenly, looking into the distance, and in an instant, the divine light disappeared, as if he had exhausted his spirit, and his eyes were tightly closed.

The rain poured in, as if infinitely gentle, gently caressing Sun Hao's face.

Ranglin Island is still the same, as if nothing has changed.

The pear blossoms are still blooming.

Every year, the white pear blossoms will bloom for a long time, dyeing the mountains and the surface of the lake.

No one would know that among the white pear blossoms, there is a head that is about to dry up, and no one knows that in this white pear blossom, Sun Hao is like a Duz lungfish, struggling to endure and not die, or, like the "nymphs" who have not yet broken out of the cocoon and have not come out of the larval state, hibernating, waiting for the moment of their new life.

Separation of body and head.

Ten years have passed, whether he can be reborn from the endless tribulation, Sun Hao still needs to endure tenacity and try to live tenacity.

Just as the Duz barramundi waits for the collapse of the house and waits for the heavy rain to come, Sun Hao must also wait tenaciously.

Waiting, not dying in waiting, just being reborn in waiting. (To be continued.) )