Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

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A full moon hangs high in the sky. It is rounder and bigger than the moon in the world of immortal cultivation. It hangs like a jade plate in the dark sky.

There was not a single star in the dark sky, and there was no other bright spot except the moon.

Leng Zhuxin felt extremely heartbroken and looked down.

The inky, thick shadow of the tree swayed slightly. When I got closer, I realized that it was not the shadow of a tree, but a real big tree!

What meandered out from under the tree was not exposed tree roots, but a black river!

It’s not quite a river, but a few meters ahead it cascades down into a black waterfall.

Leng Zhuxin thought of Ye Wangchuan almost immediately.

She wanted to go down the waterfall, but she felt that the tall tree next to her, which almost reached the clouds, seemed to be asking her for help.

It was a whine, a whine that only she could hear.

When the wail sounded, the waterfall seemed to howl along with it.

Leng Zhuxin placed his consciousness on the big tree, and the branches of the tree shook.

There is intimacy in the pain.

A shadow suddenly flashed through Leng Zhuxin's mind, which seemed to be a red tree.

The branches had also swayed in front of her in such an intimate way.

She seemed to be half-lying under a tree, drinking tea with someone.

The man's face was unclear, and Leng Zhuxin shouted out the word "Ruomu" for some unknown reason.

When she said it, even she was surprised.

Leng Zhuxin had some guesses about her identity, but she had never made such a bold guess.

Just looking at the tree in front of her and thinking about the shadow that just flashed through her mind, she felt a little uncertain.

She tried to get more information from the tree, but found nothing.

I had to go down the waterfall first.

My consciousness sank into the river and soon I arrived at a place.

The heart-wrenching feeling grew stronger and stronger, and Leng Zhuxin looked down at the bottom of the river.

The tangled tree roots seemed to have bound a humanoid figure firmly to the bottom of the river.

If this place is really Yewangchuan, then the identity of the person at the bottom of the river is self-evident.

Leng Zhuxin continued to sink his consciousness until it landed in front of the humanoid creature, then stopped.

When the consciousness touched the roots of the tree, the roots parted, revealing the humanoid figure inside.

He is a haggard male cultivator, with no physical body but only a spirit.

His eyes were closed, and his appearance looked about five or six points similar to Leng Buqiu.

Leng Zhuxin looked at the male cultivator's soul, and the heart-wrenching feeling faded away.

She immediately recognized that this was her father, Leng Qian.

My father must have suffered a lot, and almost no part of his body is intact.

Even his soul and limbs were completely disabled.

The roots pierced his shoulder blades and abdomen, and his ankles, wrists, and neck were tightly bound by the roots.

The pain felt when the soul is hurt is a hundred times greater than that of the body. Leng Zhuxin found it hard to imagine how Leng Qian had survived these fourteen years.

The tree roots were still constantly absorbing Leng Qian's spiritual power.

Leng Qian was able to survive these fourteen years because of the restriction placed in Yinsheng's body.

The restriction did not completely sever the contract between Leng Qian and Yin Sheng, and also slowed down the speed at which Leng Qian's spiritual power was being sucked away.

But if Yinsheng had not triggered the restriction before and had not transferred power into Leng Qian's soul.

Leng Qian can only hold on for three more months at most.

With that power, Leng Qian was able to last longer, but only for half a year.

Thinking about how he had just touched the tree roots with his consciousness, the roots loosened up.

Leng Zhuxin then tried to use her consciousness to control the tree roots to completely release Leng Qian. It would be best if she could take Leng Qian away.

If not, it will at least make Leng Qian feel a little better.

Under Leng Zhuxin's conscious control, the tree roots indeed loosened a little, but they only stopped absorbing Leng Qian's spiritual power.

This is already the limit.

But it is impossible to completely let go of Leng Qian.

Looking at Leng Qian who had not yet opened his eyes, Leng Zhuxin felt dizzy again, knowing that his consciousness was about to be taken away again.

She acted quickly, trying to set up a protective formation on Leng Qian.

Fortunately, her soul was strong, and even if she only separated a part of her consciousness, she could barely set up a small formation.

However, the power of his soul was consumed a bit too much, and the color of his lips became a little lighter.

Leng Zhuxin returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Fuyi Mirror hung high in the sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a dazzling red light.

The wordless heavenly book next to it also flashed with light and turned the pages.

Words appeared on the wordless heavenly book again, this time they were about Shui Jing and Ye Wangchuan.

Leng Zhuxin's guess was correct. Yewangchuan was Ruoshui, and the big black tree on Yewangchuan was the legendary Ruomu.

The Water Mirror was made by Zhen Yuanjun in imitation of the Fuyi Mirror.

In order to make the water mirror, Zhen Yuanjun took an incomplete small world from the Fuyi mirror.

It is made from the heart of a tree.

It was for this reason that Ruomu fell into the fairyland, and Ruoshui, who lived and died with Ruomu, also fell into the mortal world.

The Yewang River was formed in the fairyland.

And the Weak Water of the Heavenly River in the God Realm dried up.

This is why Leng Zhuxin was pulled into the water mirror.

When the water mirror shattered, Ruomu's heart was pulled to Yewangchuan along with Leng Zhuxin's consciousness.

Fu Yijing also took back the stolen little world.

As for why the Fuyi Mirror sent Leng Zhuxin into the Water Mirror, it was because Leng Zhuxin was setting up a thunder formation.

The trace of rule power that was accidentally triggered was absorbed by the Fuyi Mirror, and used as a guide to send Leng Zhuxin's consciousness to the realm of gods!

Originally, after the water mirror shattered, Leng Zhuxin should have returned to his original form.

But because of Ruomu's heart, he was pulled away.

Just then I saw Leng Qian again in Yewangchuan.

In Yewangchuan, Leng Zhuxin used up a lot of his spiritual power, and now he can't return to his body immediately.

He could only heal his wounds temporarily in his sea of ​​consciousness.

With that protective formation, Ruomu also stopped absorbing Leng Qian's spiritual power.

Leng Qianying should be able to hold on until Leng Zhuxin comes to rescue him.

Leng Zhu felt a little relieved, thinking that this little bit of spiritual power was not wasted.

She sat cross-legged in her spiritual consciousness, just about to heal her wounds.

She saw specks of crimson light emanating from the Fuyi Mirror, and condensed into a peach-pit-shaped crystal in front of her.

There was an aura on it that Leng Zhuxin was extremely familiar with.

The crimson crystal circled around Leng Zhuxin several times and rubbed against Leng Zhuxin's face very intimately.