Chapter 1184

"Ling'er!"

Looking at this scene, ye Mo's eyes are red.

"Soul master, spirit son, I will burn the body of the talisman and gather it into the strongest strike. It will certainly hurt you and make you seriously injured. In a hundred years, your strength will not be able to recover to the peak."

Ling'er's body is completely transformed into a flame. The flame is divided into six flames, forming a strange array in the air. The idea of the soul Lord is blocked directly. The idea is constantly running in the array, but it can't escape in any case.

"Son of a bitch, you let me out!"

In the mind of the soul master, a startling roar broke out. He also smelled a sense of danger from this array.

Whew!

In the array, six flames condense into a point in the air and shoot at the idea.

Boom!

"Asshole, asshole, asshole, you'll regret it!"

Under the gaze of several targets, the mind of the soul master dissipates completely, leaving a very angry resentment.

"Ling'er, ling'er!"

Ye Mo stares at this scene, his body moves, and instantly appears beside the array, trying to find the figure of ling'er, but he doesn't see ling'er's figure. In an instant, ye Mo feels that he has lost the most important thing, and his whole heart has been hollowed out.

"Ling'er!"

Ye Mo began to wail. He had no idea that when linger's strength was restored, it was when they were separated from each other. He couldn't understand why ling'er had to burn his spirit body and attack the Spirit Lord at any cost.

"Brother Ye Mo!"

In Ye Mo's voice of sadness and pain, a clear voice sounded from behind him.

Ye Mo was startled and turned his body. An illusory body, like an elf, appeared in front of him.

"Ling'er!"

Ye Mo directly rushed to the past, but it was directly in the air, and the illusory figure of ling'er also floated up.

"Brother Ye Mo, ling'er still has a few minutes. Can you just stand there and listen to ling'er quietly?"

Ling er's face, showing a brilliant incomparable smile.

"You say, ling'er, you say it!"

Ye Mo touched a tear and said.

"When ling'er recovers her strength in the heaven talisman realm, her memory also recovers bit by bit. When ling'er knows all the memories, ling'er has begun to regret it. Ling'er would rather be a ling'er who hides in the ring of Xumi and plays with Xiaojing every day."

"The reason why Fu Chen was able to refine linger's semi divine level seal was that he got a Rune Stone, which was left by the Buddha, and it recorded the refining method of the semi divine level seal. Of course, there was a mission."

"The birth of ling'er is just to protect the peace of the mainland. The strength of the soul master and the whole secular world can rank in the top three. If he leads the army of the dead to attack our land of Lingwu, we will surely suffer the disaster of extinction. If linger releases the idea of the soul master, when he attacks the land of the dead, we will not be able to resist it. Linger has to burn Only by harming his will and greatly reducing his strength, can we protect the mainland. At least, we can have a chance to fight against the land of the dead. "

Linger's words, let Ye Mo instantly understand why she did this, she sacrificed herself to protect Lingwu land, this is her mission.

"Brother Ye Mo, I'm sorry, ling'er can't practice with you any more."

Said here, linger's eyes began to wet up: "you must strive to cultivate, protect your own mainland, don't let linger's sacrifice be wasted in vain."

"Also, when you get married with sister Xiao Yue, remember to tell ling'er that ling'er can congratulate you. It's better to have a big fat boy and let him know that he has an aunt named ling'er."

Ling er said, a tear also fell from her cheek, the illusory figure also slowly disappeared.

"Ling'er, ling'er!"

"Soul Lord!"

Ye Mo roared loudly: "I Ye Mo swore my blood today. If I don't kill you, I Ye Mo will not be a man."

"This is the tears of Fu Ling!"

Fu Rong picked up the tears that Ling Er had dropped in her hand. The tears had condensed into crystal crystal: "it is said that when Fu Ling is in love, he will leave Fu Ling's tears."

The spirit Rune immediately broke the faint rune.

"Hoo!"

Fu Rong took a deep breath, looked at Ye Mo, who was still sad, and said, "Ye Mo, don't be sad. This ling'er has something to save."

Sure enough, this sentence is like a shot of doping, immediately came back to his senses, excited to say: "what do you say? Is there any help for ling'er? She has burned the spirit body. How can she be saved? ""Just now, when ling'er disappeared, a drop of Fu Ling's tears fell. I sealed the tear of Fu Ling in this Fuyin paper. If you can have the strength to sketch ten runes, you may be able to draw linger again. And this drop of tears contains all the memory of linger."

Fu Rong said lightly. As like as two peas,

redrew the ten order of the seal, and still could draw out the same spirit as the Ling son, according to the way they had outlined before. However, this is not a soul. But with the drop of the spirit of the Ling Ling, the memory of linger can be awakened thoroughly.

However, the most important thing is to have the ability to refine ten level runes. Of course, a lot of materials need to be prepared.

"Master Fu Rong, you don't mean to comfort me, do you?"

Ye Mo wakes up, can't help saying.

"If you don't believe me, you can read books."

Fu Rong then handed the seal to Ye Mo and said, "keep it well. It's not so easy to sketch out the ten steps. It's really breaking through the secular power. However, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"I'll make you come back to me."

Ye Mo's mouth was tight. Recalling the scene before, a violent atmosphere broke out in his body.

"Soul Lord, I will kill you!"

Ye Mo said lightly.

"Ye Mo, you must not be impulsive. The soul master is not what you can fight against now. Now you still have to practice hard. Ten years later, it is the time for you to truly cross the mainland and protect the mainland."

Fu Rong began to remind us that in the face of a real war, genius has no role at all. Only those who really grow up can play their role.

Today's Ye Mo still needs to grow.

"Ten years is too long!"

Ye Mo sighed.

No one would have thought that the curtain would end like this in mainland China.

Although Ye Mo won the title of Fuhui, there was no celebration. Everyone was immersed in pain because Fuchen, the first Fuyin master in Lingwu land, fell.

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