"Menghuang!
"
At the moment when Hua Menghuang died, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint suddenly felt dizzy and mentally disturbed.
Subconsciously, she let out a heartbreaking cry.
Two lines of clear tears flowed out of her eyes, wetting her face and she burst into tears.
She lay weakly in Kendo Hongyuan's arms, sobbing and choking, unable to muster any strength.
The voice and smile of Hua Menghuang in the past gradually appeared before her eyes.
That little girl Xiaocao, who was skinny as a stick, with dark and shriveled skin, was so clear at this moment.
In the blink of an eye, the skinny little girl's grass quickly grew into a flower like a moon fairy.
Suddenly, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint actually saw Hua Menghuang returning from the void, smiling sweetly at her and "Bo Qing", and kowtowing goodbye obediently and respectfully.
"no, do not want…"
"Fake, all fake..."
"puff!
"
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was hysterical, and with a "pop" sound, a mouthful of rich heart blood spurted out from her mouth, turning Hong Yuan's face red.
She panicked and reached forward, pulling towards the void, trying to pull Hua Menghuang back.
But in the end, she was in vain, and she couldn't keep Hua Menghuang by all means.
"Menghuang, Menghuang~"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It is not good to be a teacher.
"Come back, please come back, woo woo woo..."
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes were red from crying, blood and tears fell, and he let out a cry of pain like Du Juan's.
aside.
Hong Yuan was silent.
He hugged Butterfly Sword Martial Saint tightly.
"Qing Lang, Meng Huang is not dead yet, right? He's not dead yet, right?"
Butterfly Sword Wusheng seemed to have grasped the last life-saving straw. She clutched Hong Yuan's collar with one hand, raised her head, blood and tears fell, and her desperate eyes shone with hope.
As Hua Menghuang's master, they naturally have the means to know whether Hua Menghuang is dead or not.
Nowadays, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint is desperate and unwilling to accept the reality. She has given all her expectations to Hong Yuan, hoping that Hong Yuan can support her.
"..." Hong Yuan opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to answer her.
Life and death are determined by destiny, and the road walks alone.
Along the way, there were already very few people who could accompany him.
Master Lin Daoyan, senior brother Zhu Wushang, friend Le Congsheng, subordinate Zhang Fan... Hong Yuan has long been used to this kind of thing, and he also knows how to let it go.
The death of his apprentice Hua Menghuang made Hong Yuan feel very sorry, but that was all.
He is a practitioner of longevity martial arts, and for the rest of his life, such things will be just ordinary.
That's why he got along with Butterfly Sword Martial Saint with the thought of leaving no regrets.
but……
Staring into Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes, Hong Yuan could not completely wipe out Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's expectations and tell the cold truth.
Just when Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was disheartened and the little hand holding Hong Yuan's collar gradually became weak and slipped halfway, Hong Yuan suddenly grabbed her little hand tightly.
The big hand holds the small hand, and the hot temperature is continuously transmitted to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's hand.
"No, Menghuang is not dead yet."
"She said she would come back to take care of our children for us..."
In the end, Hong Yuan still did not reveal the cold truth. He gave Butterfly Sword Martial Saint a white lie.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint listened to Hong Yuan's words, his eyes were blank, and he said hoarsely: "Menghuang is coming back to take care of our children for us..."
I don't know what she was thinking, but her face was crying and laughing, singing and crying.
Suddenly, her head turned and she fainted in Hong Yuan's arms, falling into a deep sleep.
What a majestic swordsman, with such deep feelings!
How can it be so easy to live in Hongchenguan?
Hong Yuan sighed softly in his heart and remained silent. He just hugged the pale Butterfly Sword Martial Saint harder, slowly wiped away her blood and tears, and nursed her body back to health.
The distance between life and death is so great.
Even Emperor Longyang, who was the founder of the Way of Time, could not change the life tragedy of "losing his father when he was young, losing his mother when he was young, losing his wife in his prime, and losing his son in old age".
If Hua Menghuang is really resurrected and comes back? What kind of earth-shattering cultivation will be required?
Therefore, Hong Yuan's words to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint were probably just "white lies" and an ordinary comfort.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint also knew that it was difficult for her to deceive herself anymore, so she reacted so violently.
"Menghuang, you are an excellent apprentice. But I am not a good master..."
Hong Yuan said silently in his heart: "From now on, I will definitely walk the rest of the journey with your Master Min..."
Dream world.
Lightning and thunder, dragons and phoenixes circling, sacred trees standing horizontally, purple energy coming from the east, golden lotuses emerging from the ground...
The heaven and earth are auspicious, and various visions bloom beside Shang Yaoqin, making her look like a resurrected emperor of heaven, re-enacting the glorious divine power.
Shang Yaoqin slowly opened his eyes, which were so cold and indifferent, aloof.
After a long time.
The cold and indifferent aura on Shang Yaoqin gradually dissipated.
She stared at the newly opened Immortal Orifice of the Dream Path and Blessed Land in her body, and she couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth slightly, and said with a little joy:
"Finally, I made it to the end...Sister Zhuyin, I succeeded."
"Wait a minute. Hiss~ The origin of my immortal aperture is so magnificent and powerful?!"
Like the empty orifice, the origin of the immortal orifice also has its origins.
It is divided into four categories: top grade, upper grade, middle grade and lower grade.
The quality of the Immortal Aperture depends on the popularity of the saint, or how much energy of heaven and earth he has absorbed.
The blessed land is divided into three categories: large, medium and small. The more the three qi of heaven, earth and human are integrated, the higher the blessed land will be.
The circumference of the Little Blessed Land is at most three million acres. It stimulates the tributaries of the Time Vein and generates more than ten immortal essences. The resources are poor.
The medium-sized blessed land has a circumference of four to six million acres, which stimulates the tributaries of the central vein of the years, giving birth to more than twenty immortal essences, and is rich in products.
The superior blessed land covers an area of ​​7 to 9 million acres, triggering the tributaries of the great river of time. The number of immortal energy exceeds thirty, and the two qi of heaven and earth remain much more. They interact with each other and can refine mortal weapons into holy weapons!
The special blessed land is even more vast, covering an area of ​​more than 10 million acres, triggering giant tributaries of time, and containing more than fifty Qingti Immortal Elements! As expected, at least two holy artifacts can be harvested!
Compared with the empty orifice, the fairy aperture is a qualitative sublimation, which is like opening up a whole new small world.
The immortal apertures of sixth- and seventh-level saints are often called "blessed places".
The immortal apertures of eighth- and ninth-level saints are called "cave heavens."
Each immortal aperture is unique and is a part of the saint's body.
The level of the blessed land represents the potential of the saint to a certain extent!
As the final winner in the battle for the destiny of the human race, that is, as the destiny of the human race, Shang Yaoqin's popularity is incredibly majestic, as thick as heaven and earth.
Objectively speaking, although the area of ​​blessed land opened up by Shang Yaoqin is not as good as that of Hongyuan Demon Body or Hongyuan's true body, it is only half the size.
This is the only candidate for the Great Dream Emperor, the horror of human race’s destiny!
To be continued...