Ling'er has always been happy and carefree, but at this time, a pair of big insect eyes were rarely covered with a layer of melancholy, and he looked at Shui Ling'er and said: "Little boy, Ling'er, like the bamboo leaf spirit child, is also an elf conjured up by the bamboo tree spirit. It's just that the bamboo leaf elf comes from the bamboo leaf, and our bamboo slug is formed by the condensation of the sap in the bamboo tree, with the essence of the bamboo tree spirit in the life formation process. We slug are grateful for the life given by God, love the world, cherish every day, and what our eyes can see, so we are willing to be friends with other creatures of any kind. ”

"Horse slug...... Come from...... The essence of life of the bamboo tree spirit ......" Mizuzuko muttered.

"As the little boy can see, Ling'er can read minds, but not every bamboo slug has the ability to read minds. Ling'er is actually the head of the bamboo slugs in Jiluo Mountain, and has a higher spiritual power than other insects. ”

"I see......" Shui Ling'er nodded weakly.

Ling'er continued: "Meeting the little boy is a destined fate. Yuezhuxian once said that whether it is a person or an immortal, if you come to this world, you will undertake a mission, and when the mission is completed, it is natural to leave. Actually, we elves are the same. ”

"Ling'er, what are you talking nonsense? I'm not going to let you die! I've lost enough of my loved ones, you can't leave me so cruelly! In desperation, he almost forgot the pain of the Heaven Destroying Spell on his body, and reached out to grab Ling'er, but it dodged to the side and dodged.

"Little boy, Ling'er has lived in Jiluo Mountain for a hundred years, and becoming friends with you is the happiest thing for me in the past hundred years. After meeting you, I realized that I was born for you, and at a critical moment, I will become one with you. ”

Shui Ling'er became even more confused, I don't know if it was because of the tears, her eyes became more and more squinting, "I must be in a dream, is Uncle Withered going to see me again?" ”

Ling'er shook her head, "You are not in the dream, but if I don't spit out the Divine Yuan as soon as possible and help you practice the Hanging Sorrow Technique to force out the Heaven Destroying Spell and Flowing Fire, you will definitely go mad and become a waste!" ”

"No, never, I will never trade your life for the success of my cultivation!" He said it resolutely.

Suddenly, he remembered the difficulty of practicing the suspense and sorrow technique mentioned by Decay, if his success meant the death of Ling'er, then this level of Zen Gong was not only difficult, but I was afraid that it would not be possible to continue at all.

"Is this what Uncle said, I'm young and crazy, and I don't know how to write the word 'difficult'? If this level of Zen Gong were to be exchanged for your life, I would rather not practice it than die! Ling'er, go quickly, I don't want to see you! He buried his head in his arms and never looked at him again.

Ling'er's green little face seemed to be smiling, "Little boy, you don't have to be so sad, Ling'er will give you Shenyuan today, the body of the bamboo slug is dead, but it has become one with you, from this time and time together, and then never separated, the ending of this life is what Ling'er dreams of, no matter what kind of danger the little boy encounters in the future, what kind of challenges he faces, I will help you!" ”

Shui Ling'er wanted to raise her hand to drive it away, but she couldn't find any strength in her body.

Ling'er said: "Don't resist anymore, this is the will of God." Obtain my divine element, you will get the ability to read minds, this is the essence of the suspense of sorrow, once obtained, the poison of flowing fire can be expelled, little boy, you accept it. ”

Without waiting for Shui Ling'er to answer, it stared at him with a pair of big insect eyes. Before long, a tiny bead with a white mist of light slowly floated from between its eyebrows, and then flew towards the eyebrows of the water bell, and disappeared in an instant.

"Ling'er, don't ...... Please......" He frantically tried to stop it, but his body seemed to have turned into a blank sheet of paper, floating in the air, and any resistance seemed so powerless.

When Ling'er Shenyuan entered the center of his eyebrows, he felt as if his chest was being violently torn by a pair of powerful big hands, and when he looked down, the black gas had burned into a red flame, rushing left and right between his ribs, trying to break through.

With all his might, he put up two fingers and poked into his chest, and the two fingers went straight into his chest, causing him to scream in pain, and where the black blood gushed, the flame finally rushed out of his body and landed on the ice bed, which was instantly extinguished after being surrounded by the cold of the Xuanbing Cave. His head sank and he lost consciousness again. (To be continued.) )