The sea-blue planet rotates around the burning black polar Mars ball, forming a very magnificent scene.
"Forget it, no matter when it was condensed, now that it appears in my spiritual realm, I have one more power." Ling Luo took a deep breath and thought in an optimistic direction.
After the examination, Ling Luo exited the spiritual realm and slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the bedroom door, there was a faint sound of conversation.
Listening to the voices, it seems to be Yu and Ming Heechul.
Ling Luo curled her lips slightly, stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the bedroom.
With the sound of the door ringing, several people sitting at the stone table turned their heads almost at the same time, and five pairs of eyes fell on Ling Luo.
"Everyone is here."
Ling Luo smiled and said hello to everyone.
"Luo'er!"
The first one to rush up was Xuanyuan Yu. With an anxious look on his face, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed her thin shoulders. He lowered his head and stared at her eagerly with a pair of black hole-like eyes.
"What's wrong? Yu?"
Ling Luo raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Yu in surprise.
"You...are you okay?" Xuanyuan Yu took a deep breath, and even the end of his voice was slightly trembling.
Ling Luo blinked his eyes, looking confused, and said: "What can happen to me? I just slept."
She doesn't know?
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes narrowed slightly.
His eyes fell on his big hand that was in close contact with Luo'er's shoulder. He was not repulsed.
In an instant, ecstasy came over my heart.
Qingcheng Yeling didn't lie to him, he could really touch her!
"Oh, by the way, Yu." Ling Luo looked at Xuanyuan Yu with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Do you know what strange things happened when I was sleeping? How could I suddenly
Promoted to the third level, and there is an aquamarine planet filled with divine aura in the spiritual realm?"
"That's because you accepted part of your original power." A light voice came from behind Xuanyuan Yu.
Ling Luo missed her body and saw Qingcheng Ye Ling.
"Origin?" She didn't understand.
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu nodded, moved the hand on Ling Luo's shoulder, grabbed her soft little hand, pulled her to the edge of the stone table, and poured her a cup of tea very thoughtfully.
Immediately afterwards, several people described to her in detail what happened during the period when Ling Luo was unconscious about her unconscious absorption of divine power.
"My own strength..."
Ling Luo lowered his head and looked at his hands, unconsciously recalling the previous dream in his mind.
That extremely beautiful woman, with tears in her arms, held the dying child, and used one-third of her own cultivation to create a divine source with a radius of thousands of miles, and sealed the child's remnant soul in it.
There is an astonishing degree of coincidence between the scene in the dream and the narrative between Chi You and Qingcheng Ye Ling.
She started having a headache again.
Ling Luo frowned slightly, and couldn't help but stretched out a hand and rubbed her temples, which were throbbing. It felt as if her whole head was about to split.
"Luo'er? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xuanyuan Yu was the first to notice something strange about Ling Luo.
Ling Luo nodded and held his forehead, looking very painful.