Taoist Chunhu was stunned and said in disbelief: "Suck the root juice of the tree of life? Then wouldn't it become an immortal?"
"But it doesn't." Ling Luo shrugged, stretched out a hand, gently stroked the green little cicada, and said, "It is too ordinary, and its talent is as hard as a stone. Even if it was once
Suckling the sap from the Tree of Life has no effect. At most, it can only live longer than other cicadas."
Pure Fox Taoist was speechless, and the furry fox tail behind him flicked.
"But precisely because of this, you people from the Demon Sealing Sect didn't notice this cicada, which is a good thing." Ling Luo said with a smile between her brows, "It created an opportunity for us."
"Madam, can you tell me clearly what the opportunity is?" Taoist Jiaocheng couldn't help but ask.
Ling Luo replied: "This green cicada pupa has a life connection with the tree of life in the strange world. Only I can sense this connection."
Ling Luo felt happy and held the cicada pupa in her hand very carefully.
It's still sleeping, why not wake it up, the power of induction should become stronger.
With this thought in mind, Ling Luo injected a trace of his holy light spiritual power into the body of the green cicada chrysalis.
A layer of silver appears on the baby cicada's body, lingering with the green body, making it very dreamy.
After a while, the green shell of the cicada pupa cracked open, and a fleshy baby cicada opened its transparent wings and came out.
The slumber ends and you wake up completely.
The baby cicada came out and looked at Ling Luo with its two green eyes. It was very cute. It could laugh and was very cute.
The baby cicada was nourished by the spiritual power of Ling Luo's holy light. The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Ling Luo, and he subconsciously regarded her as his mother.
The cicada baby cannot speak, but it can communicate with Ling Luo's soul.
"Are you my mother?"
It was the voice of an immature little girl.
Ling Luo shook his head and said: "I'm not, I just helped you."
"Then who is my mother?" Baby Cicada's voice was a little depressed, and there were two tears in her green pupils, looking pitiful.
"The one who gave you life was naturally your mother." Ling Luo slowed down her tone and gently explained to the baby cicada, "Your mother is a tree. Remember, it probably looks like this."
As Ling Luo described it, he used the spiritual power of the Holy Light to draw a complete creation rune in mid-air.
The Tree of Life can be roughly divided into three pillars, ten essences, four worlds, twenty-two paths and other basic structures, which are exactly the same as the creation runes.
When the cicada baby saw the tree drawn by Ling Luo, it suddenly widened. Quietly, his voice was full of surprise: "I recognize it! I have drank the juice from this tree, and it is delicious!"
"Yes, the sap of this tree provides the nutrients of your life. It is your mother." Ling Luo guided softly and said, "Your mother's power is flowing in your body. As long as you feel it with your heart,
I will definitely be able to sense your mother’s position.”
"Yeah, yeah." Baby Cicada nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and closed his eyes, "I'll give it a try."
Ling Luo held her breath and stared intently at the small green cicada in her palm.
A quarter of an hour later.
The baby cicada opened her eyes and communicated with Ling Luo's soul: "To the west, there is my mother's breath."