"Luo'er——" Xuanyuan Yu looked at his beloved wife with a puzzled expression.
Ling Luo clenched his fists: "Unless you want me to die in front of you right now."
Qingcheng Ye Ling understood Ling Luo's concerns. She took off the silver chain pendant on her forehead and took off the bright red teardrop stone in the center.
"Xiaoluo, there is nothing I can do to help you. This teardrop stone has the properties of holy light spiritual power and can be used by you for more than ten days."
Ling Luo was stunned for a moment, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and refused: "How can this be done? This teardrop stone is something you carry with you."
"I can't accompany you and your wife to the Sea of Death, I can only provide you with some spiritual support." Qingcheng Ye Ling smiled slightly and said, "Take it, I can keep you safe."
Ling Luo hesitated for a moment.
Thinking that Yu alone might lose himself due to the massacre in the sea of death sand, he took the teardrop stone from Eidolon's hand.
A relieved smile appeared on Qingcheng Ye Ling's lips, and he said: "When you need to use your spiritual power, you only need to drop a drop of blood and sprinkle it on the teardrop stone, and it can directly cross the heart of the divine source, and from the teardrop stone
Here we can seize the spiritual power of the Holy Light for use."
Ling Luo nodded, she stretched out a finger, bit it lightly, and blood dripped into the stone.
Sure enough, in the next moment, an extremely clear holy light spiritual power flowed into his body along the teardrop stone.
"Thank you, Ye Ling!" Ling Luo couldn't help but be happy.
Qingcheng Ye Ling smiled lightly: "Why are you so polite to me? You're too outspoken."
Seeing that Ling Luo had the Teardrop Stone as a support, Xuanyuan Yu finally compromised and allowed his wife to follow him.
"The vines of the Tree of Life should have just left not long ago. Xiaoluo, let's chase after them while the iron is hot. We can still catch up."
In the night wind, Xuanyuan Yu's voice was very loud.
"Okay, I agree."
Ling Luo followed Xuanyuan Yu and jumped onto Huang Quan's back, and then ordered Jianlong to send Ye Ling back to the refining department of Jade Gongque safely.
Huang Quan also spread out his ice wings and soared towards the desert of death eight hundred miles away.
Saint cultivators and demon cultivators each occupy half of the territory of the third heaven. The two sides have always been clearly separated, and the central junction area is probably filled with some spiritual stone veins.
The Black Flame Mountains and the Desert of Death are both located at the central intersection. For thousands of years, there have been constant disputes and killings.
The night is very heavy.
It is late autumn and entering early winter.
Sitting on Huang Quan's back, Ling Luo could only feel the howling wind, rolling white clouds, and the air flow like a knife across her cold cheeks.
She is of the same body as ice and fire, so she is not afraid of the cold.
Nowadays, because of my heart problem, I dare not use my spiritual power rashly, and I am suffering from the cold.
By the way, Teardrop Stone.
Ling Luo's heart moved, she held the teardrop stone tightly, and slowly closed her eyes.
The next moment, a warm current rushed towards the eight extraordinary meridians, and the body suddenly became much warmer.
Huang Quan's flying speed is extremely fast, like a crossbow arrow piercing the clouds. The distance of 800 miles is only a moment's effort.
Soon, Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu arrived at the destination of their trip - the Sea of Death Sand.
Coming down from Huang Quan's back, what appeared in front of Lin Luo was a vast and endless desert.
Right in front of the desert, there stood a huge stone gate that seemed square but not square, round but not round.
It is said to be a stone gate, but it is actually just a frame with a blood-stained plaque on it, and the three characters "Ghost Path" are engraved in black.