The tree spirit didn't speak. After staring at Lester for a while, he huddled in Lester's arms dependently and contentedly and refused to come out. Riven on the side recovered from the surprise and showed a look of envy.
"It can be seen that this child really likes you. Even the previous 'Karma' who volunteered to guard the Magic Garden has never hugged this child."
In Dalha's view, such a thing is a miracle that only happens once in a thousand years. Generally speaking, only the emperor willow and the tree species it transformed into after death are qualified to transform into tree spirits. In addition, the tree species also need to be absorbed.
Only with the vitality and magic power of counting can it be possible to give birth to self-awareness and become a tree spirit different from ordinary spiritual trees.
Regarding the birth of a tree spirit from the oldest and strongest ancient tree in Presidence, we can only say that Leicester created an unrepeatable miracle.
"How can I put it...I didn't expect that this spirit-blooming tree would become what it is now."
Lester pursed his lips bitterly and rubbed the tree spirit's little head with his other hand.
The little guy squinted his eyes comfortably and shook his head. Then he grabbed the soft flesh of Lester's cheek with his two small hands and squeezed it curiously. When the sad Lester turned into a squirrel's smiling face, the little guy
He showed a happy smile and looked very active.
The movement of the tree spirit was very gentle. Leicester did not stop the tree spirit from getting close to him. His eyes looking at the tree spirit unconsciously revealed a look of doting. However, when facing the tree spirit, he would inevitably think of the past.
things, my mood became a little heavy.
The Magic Garden carries a painful memory that he least wants to face. Under the influence of nightmares, the swordsman Castro, the relic of the sword-killing school, became possessed here. Xiyue died with the sword in order to protect his body.
Next, even though he had avenged Xiyue, his failure to protect his true love was still a regret in his life.
Now that the Blooming Spirit Tree is actually facing death, he doesn't know what kind of attitude he should show when facing the Bean Tree Spirit who is only about seven or eight years old. There is only one thing he is sure of, that is, relying only on his own words, he will laugh.
Can't come out.
Dalha, who had been observing Lester, sighed in understanding.
"I don't mean to offend or preach... It's just that you can give Xiyue's relics to me as a token, but you still can't face the past. I thought you had already come out."
"If you can let it go, it won't be a regret."
Lester looked at the Blooming Spirit Tree in fascination. Now, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Ice Spirit Tree.
"During the most painful days, I dreamed about what happened that day more than once.
Obviously I am a visitor from the Valoran continent. I came to Ionia just to relax, but I am working hard for the safety of the Ionians. However, the most trusted and powerful Apocalypse of the Ionians, Karma, is not interested in me.
The people turned a blind eye and watched Presidence fall into turmoil.
If at that time, I did not go to the spiritual realm with Lingjue to fight against the nightmare, but guarded Xiyue just like Xiyue protected me... If at that time, Karma could have even the slightest sense of responsibility and be willing to walk through the door.
I walked out of the closed Palace of Eternal Life to take a look at Presidio's cry... If at that time, I listen to Xiyue and return to the sect..."
Having said this, Leicester, whose voice was trembling, suddenly turned to look at Dalha. Dalha could see the ridicule and hatred that penetrated deep into his bones in the man's wavering eyes.
Dalha clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his body trembling slightly, not because of fear or anger.
She knew that the emotion in the eyes was not directed at her, but she still felt very painful. The man in front of her had been grieving for this for almost a thousand years, and the hero who saved Presidio should not have to bear this tragedy.
.
Sadly, through word of mouth, Ionians now only know that Lingjue, the founder of the Kinkou Sect, fought against the devil and saved Presidium during the Spirit Disaster, but they do not know that the person in front of them came from outside.
The guests from the mainland are the saviors who paid a heavy price to defeat the nightmare.
Lingjue once personally told 'Karma' that his achievement was only to guide Lester into the spiritual realm. Without Lester, Presidence doesn't know how many people would have died where the spirit flower was in full bloom.
one day.
However, he never cared whether the Ionians remembered his achievements. In Karma's memory, the man in front of him only mourned for his true love from beginning to end.
"sorry."
Daha lowered his head, his voice sincere.
Although this matter has nothing to do with her, she is the reincarnation of the Soul of Ionia after all, and is the contemporary Karma. Since she carries the power of the Soul of Ionia, she should bear the evil left by Karma.
She couldn't do anything for Xiyue nine hundred years ago, but she could at least apologize to Lester nine hundred years later.
Staring at Dalha who bowed his head to him, the emotion in the man's eyes gradually faded away, and his tone returned to calmness. At the same time, the little tree spirit in Lester's arms, who stared at Dalha fiercely, tilted his head arrogantly.
, rolled his cute eyes at Dalha.
"It is precisely because of Karma's inaction that I know that even if we send soldiers to occupy the entire Ionia, Karma will not interfere in any way... Dalha, you don't need to apologize to me."
Before the guilty Dalha could raise his head, Lester, who was speaking, turned his attention to the tree spirit again.
"Since you chose me, I will naturally not abandon you. From now on, your name will be Bing Ling."
It seemed that he liked the name 'Bingling' very much. The little tree spirit disappeared into Lester's arms, and the next moment it appeared on Lester's neck, straddling the back of Lester's neck as if riding a big horse.
on, raising his hands high in excitement.
"Next to the Ice Spirit Tree, I can feel the ice elements gathering into my body."
As he spoke, Lester opened his right hand and raised his palm to the sky. A pure and quiet dark blue ice elemental storm was born in his palm. When his five fingers were closed, the unformed ice elemental storm turned into ice crystals and dispersed in the wind.
It was just a magic spell that came to mind, but Riven felt a chilling feeling about it.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is the first time she knows that Lester has the talent of a spell caster.
"The mutated ice that can swallow energy and vitality... This is the innate characteristic of the ice spirit when it was born."
Dalha whispered.
"If 'Karma' hadn't taken the initiative to seal the magic garden, once someone offended the ice spirit, I'm afraid the entire Presidence would have turned into an ice hell."
Lester nodded, but changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, now that the Blooming Spirit Tree has become the Ice Spirit Tree, can you still communicate with the spiritual network of Ionia through the Ice Spirit Tree? If that doesn't work, do you still have to go to Weili?"
Weili is located on the coast of the eastern foot of the Leatherman Mountains, across the sea from the Wuji Mountains in the Baru'e Province. It is the second place in the Navoli Province where there are blooming spiritual trees. In fact, since Kalma closed the Magic Garden
, all the Soul Blooming Festivals in the province of Navoli are held in Weili,
Nowadays, Weili has become a fairly developed large-scale town, accommodating guests from all directions. The Spirit Blossom Festival has made Weili the most famous and lively city in the Land of the Newborn.
Faced with Lester's doubts, Darha shook his head.
"The essence of the Ice Spirit Tree is still a miracle tree built on the spiritual veins of the virgin soil. I can use the Ice Spirit to find traces of nightmares. The premise is that you have to convince the Ice Spirit to cooperate with me."
"But this child doesn't seem to be able to speak."
Lester raised his head, just in time to meet the eyes of the little tree spirit who lowered his head and stared at him. The little tree spirit raised the corners of his mouth happily, but did not make any sound. The light and weightless ice spirit filled the air like a virtual projection.
It was an unreal feeling. If Lester hadn't been able to feel the delicate and cold skin of the Ice Spirit, he would have even doubted whether the Ice Spirit Tree had created an image magic.
"Her essence is a tree, and of course trees cannot speak."
Darha struggled for a while, but took a few steps forward to approach Lester, his expression suddenly becoming nervous.
"I do have a way to communicate with tree spirits...but...I just need some help from you."
Seeing that Dalha's face was getting redder and redder, and his voice was low and low, Lester thought he was going to do something extraordinary. After asking in a low voice, he found out that Dalha's method was actually for the three of them to hold hands and connect with each other.
Lester glanced at the spirit caller who was admiring the flowers alone in the distance with a strange expression, and asked in a lowered voice.
"I would like to ask, as far as I know, many Karma got married and started a business before going to the Palace of Eternal Existence... It was just holding hands. Didn't you learn anything useful from so many practical experiences?"
Darha rolled her eyes in shame and anger, as if such a topic had exceeded the limit of what she could bear.
"How could I take the initiative to look at those dirty things? If Karma is as shameless as you said, then, then..."
"How about that?"
"Then the Palace of Eternal Existence will not be all men..."
After imagining that the Palace of Eternal Life had a group of flamboyant Ionian technicians partying with the elders and monks every day, Lester couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
If such a thing really happens, I'm afraid it won't be long before Ionia's natural harmony will become the hospitable elves' way of survival. By then, the survival pressure brought about by the population explosion will be secondary.
The containment of modern elves may inevitably lead to the birth of various types of moxa and plum warts.
Sure enough, it is better for human beings, creatures that can go into heat at any time, to have some courtesy and integrity.
In a slightly weird atmosphere, Lester guided the little tree spirit to hold Dalha's hand, and then gently held Dalha's soft little hand under Dalha's nervous gaze, and squeezed it encouragingly.
Faced with Lester's warm and friendly behavior, Dalha snorted unconsciously and glared at Lester fiercely.
"Close your eyes quickly!"
Shrugging innocently, Lester closed his eyes obediently. Without Lester's gaze, Dalha felt a lot more relaxed.
"It's about to begin."
In Riwen's complicated eyes, a ripple of spiritual power spread from the location of the three people. At the same time, the ice elements surrounding the Ice Spirit Tree became extremely active, and the plants in the entire ice garden swayed as if they were alive.
It emits sky-blue spiritual light and slowly gathers in the trunk of the Ice Spirit Tree.
This strange scene only lasted for less than ten minutes. As Dalha let go of Lester's hand, the little tree spirit floated away with the wind and returned to the Ice Spirit Tree, and the Ice Garden returned to its former appearance.
Noticing that Lester and Dalha had equally heavy expressions on their faces, Riven couldn't help but feel nervous. They seemed to have received some bad news.
"Riven, get ready to leave."
There was an unconcealable urgency in Lester's tone, and Riven couldn't help but become serious.
The middle-aged woman wearing the Qinglong martial arts uniform is sitting cross-legged, with her five hearts pointing toward the sky and her brows furrowed. She is the contemporary Shadow Fist Plum Eyes of the Kinkou Sect.
Not far away, the roaring sounds of the Kyodo disciples practicing martial arts could be heard from time to time. The noise from the temple, which should not have been an obstacle to entering samadhi, now became a lingering demonic obstacle to Mei Mu's eyes, making it impossible to calm down.
Mei Mu, who had never been able to enter a meditative state, opened her eyes, her black and white eyes looking slightly tired.
Ever since Master Kenan of the Furious Heart returned to Bandle City to visit relatives last month, she has been feeling a little uneasy for some reason recently. She has been thinking about it but has no clue. She has not been able to investigate the surrounding situation.
Nothing untoward happened, everything seemed peaceful and peaceful.
Under this situation, Mei Mu could only temporarily attribute his condition to the anxiety caused by Master Kushuo, the Eye of Twilight, who led everyone to the Shurima continent and failed to return.
Nowadays, she is the only person in charge of the Kyoji Temple, and the sect has to take care of everything no matter how big or small. It is inevitable that she will feel tired when she is working harder and harder. This is human nature.
"I just hope that Master Kushuo and Master Kainan will return soon... Well, if my frustrated daughter had focused more on her studies, I wouldn't be so tired."
Sighing softly at the clear sky in the south, thinking of his daughter who hated iron but not steel, Mei Mu stood up and walked towards the martial arts field where his disciples were. Since he couldn't enter meditation, he might as well teach more martial arts to the disciples of the sect.
At the same time, in the dense forest less than half a day away from the Ryuyinryu sect, shadows flowing like ink suddenly emerged from the forest shades. With more and more irregular shadow blocks, the shadows soon covered a hundred meters in radius.
Devoured by woodland.
At some point, a black cloud covered the sun, casting a haze over the bright land.
"what is that?"
Several Longyin style disciples who were practicing in the forest suddenly widened their eyes, and saw the shadows turning into black mist like living creatures, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several evil winds rushing towards them.
"Something's wrong! Withdraw the sect first and report to the acting sect master!!"
Sensing the danger, the disciples of Long Yinliu used Qinggong to escape in the direction of the sect. However, the mist behind them quickly closed the distance like maggots attached to bones, penetrated into several people's bodies through the orifices, and then fell to the ground in pain and ferocity.
Struggled repeatedly, heartbreaking.
After a moment, the Long Yinliu disciple who had black energy entering his body stood up from the ground with a calm expression, and bowed his knees to the people emerging from the shadows.
The woman looked indifferently at the mountain gate in the distance.
"You return to the clan first and open the mountain gate at midnight without any mistake."
"Yes! Lord Xuemei!"
"I will obey the Holy Lord's order. After tonight, I want this sect to be free of chickens and dogs!"
