"Mu Yue, the woman in front of you is the most beloved daughter of the Lord God in the past. She is the only being besides the Lord God who can control the Tree of Life. If you save her this time, I will definitely be able to convince her
, one day the ultimate method of unlocking the Tree of Life will help you see the light of day again!"
The Lord of the Wilderness followed the instructions carefully and analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the strange demon with serious words and sincerity.
"The Lord God's favorite little daughter, that pervert with a love affair with a girl?" Mu Yue's cold voice was full of contempt as she said, "Isn't she dead? Why is she still alive?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Luo felt that the silver hair continued to grow, searching towards her wrist.
Ling Luo told herself to calm down.
She did not move rashly and allowed Mu Yue's silver hair to wrap around her slender wrist.
In an instant, Ling Luo felt that she was as clear and transparent as a blank sheet of paper in front of this strange monster, with nothing to hide and no secrets to speak of.
"Yes, the properties of spiritual power are indeed exactly the same as Mansha." After Mu Yue confirmed, she let go of Ling Luo's wrist, and the silver thread automatically retreated, saying, "Forget it, I will help you today.
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Ling Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even though her heart was turbulent, the emotion on her face did not change at all.
"I will separate a piece of white hair and help you break the virtual incarnation of Qingyang child!"
Mu Yue's voice was cold and arrogant, and it was shocking that Patriarch Qingyang turned into an ignorant "child" in his mouth.
Jianlong was skeptical, his red-black eyes sealed into crescent moons, he squinted at the silver hair inlaid on the Emperor's mirror with doubt, and muttered: "You can really brag."
Ling Luo stretched out a hand and gently poked Jianlong, telling him to shut up.
Jianlong has followed Ling Luo for many years, so he naturally understands the meaning of every little move she makes. As an obedient pet, Jianlong shut his mouth very wisely and stopped complaining.
The next moment, Ling Luo saw a silver hair pulled out from the center of the cross scar on the Emperor's mirror, winding and extending endlessly.
How long is it?
Ling Luo couldn't help but remember that the Lord of Desolation had once said that Mu Yue had a title called "White hair is three thousand feet", which probably meant this.
The long silver hair spread three thousand feet, and was finally pulled out from the center of the cross crack on the mirror. In mid-air, it exuded a silvery glow like a bright moon, and then, like a bizarre magic, it began to weave in a superb way.
In just a few breaths, a three-thousand-foot-long white hair actually created the image of a handsome and cold man.
The man has a cold appearance, and his skin is woven into a grid. Although his appearance is not very clear, it does not affect his strong cold aura at all.
Ling Luo took a deep breath and stared at Mu Yue's silver-haired incarnation for a moment, feeling that he was comparable to the bright moon in the nine heavens, and that heaven and earth could not compete with it.
"Oh my God! This monster!"
The base dragon also raised his head, facing the direction of Mu Yue's silver-haired incarnation, and exclaimed in admiration, "This fiery aura is much stronger than that of Patriarch Qingyang."
If it weren't for the support of Mansha's heart in her body, Ling Luo would almost be unable to suppress the trembling from the depths of her soul.
This feeling is very familiar. It was the same the last time He Yu faced the Lord God.