On this day, Ling Luo finished his training and wandered around among the many peaks of Zhuxingmen.
My husband, Xuanyuan Yu, has been increasingly busy these days. Hearing that he was a spy who captured several old men with inner demons, he tortured them all day long and inquired about information. Ni Tianqiong and Fudo Mingwang also followed Yu's instructions and became alert.
The weather is not bad, the wind is clear and the air is clear.
Ling Luoquan thought it was a walk, and as he walked, he unknowingly arrived at the altar for worshiping the gods.
The empty sacrificial platform and the solemn statue give people a sense of desolation.
"Why are the clouds here red?"
When Ling Luo raised his head, he accidentally discovered this strange phenomenon, "Is it because too many people have died recently and they were born with different appearances?"
A gust of wind blew, and the red clouds rippled in circles.
After a while, it blew away.
Ling Luo looked at this scene and couldn't help but curl up a slight smile on her lips, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Her mood relaxed unconsciously, and she simply sat down casually on the soft grass.
She is in a daze.
The image of her husband and children appeared in her mind involuntarily, and happiness flowed out of her lips inadvertently.
At this moment, Ling Luo suddenly remembered the voice of the Tree of Life in the Underworld: "Luo Yatou, he is here!"
Ling Luo was slightly stunned.
"He? Who is he?"
She turned her head and walked around privately. She scanned with her consciousness and found no one.
The voice of the Tree of Life in the Secret Realm continued to resound in Ling Luo's mind, saying: "It's the Lord God. I've been with you for hundreds of millions of years. His aura is the one I'm most familiar with, old man."
Ling Luo's body suddenly stiffened, and she stood up indifferently, her expression wary, her brows slightly furrowed, her lips biting tightly, and her eyes extremely serious.
"It's been five months, and the Lord God is still here?"
She couldn't figure it out. Was it because she didn't get Su Ling's Supreme Bone? So she wasn't willing to give in.
"It's here. Even though the aura is relatively weak and not as strong as it was three thousand years ago, I can still feel it clearly and unmistakably." Old Man Zao said with a firm voice, "Overhead, Luo Yatou, the Lord God is hidden in the clouds.
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Ling Luo's eyes were sharp, she raised her head and stared at the clouds above her head.
The clouds there were filled with a faint color of blood.
No wonder she felt strange. The blood cloud was unusual, but it turned out to be the main god.
"Come out, Wu Shi."
Ling Luo still used to call him this name. During the long days he spent in Yunli Immortal Mansion, Wu Shi always accompanied him, giving careful guidance and taking care of him meticulously.
If he hadn't made things difficult for the couple many times, and even attacked his own children, Ling Luo might not really be able to hate this man.
The layer of faint blood clouds above the sky shook.
Does she want to see herself?
Doesn't she hate herself the most and never want to see herself?
He was not sure, he secretly observed the expression on her face carefully - full of alertness, looking like she was ready for a fight at any time.
A helpless smile appeared at the corner of Wu Shi's pale lips, like this, it would be better not to see each other.
Ling Luo waited for at least a quarter of an hour, but the Lord God did not appear from the blood cloud layer.
"Are you feeling guilty?"
Ling Luo shouted to Xueyun, her voice slightly hoarse, "Can you give me an explanation? Why did you let Feng Baiyu attack my son?"