Holy-lighted War God - C1245 Saliva chinensis schneid

Just as he was about to solidify his cultivation, Ling Yun suddenly saw the crystal clear purple light on the middle finger of his right hand from the corner of his eyes.

“Ziluo …”

With a light cry, with a thought from Ling Yun, he entered the violet ring. The violet ring was completely empty, and compared to three years ago, there wasn’t much of a change.

Looking at the familiar medicinal garden, a faint fragrance came out from within. Some of the spirit medicines were already ripe, and the Spirit Fruit s were already covered with fruits, it could be seen that no one had harvested and taken care of them for a long time. There were many weeds in the medicinal garden, and the spirit dirt was no longer soft.

In the center of medicinal garden, there was a spirit well with dense and pure Spiritual Energy emitting out from it. The Spiritual Energy in this area was extremely dense and had turned into a substantial amount of Spiritual Fog, floating in the air like clouds. Occasionally, it would pass through an array formation and rain down.

Beside the medicinal garden stood a large and sturdy Violet Flame Cauldron, it was mottled with an ancient aura that was full of time. There were many mysterious patterns on it, and a heavy aura was being emitted.

Ling Yun only took a glance, but did not see that familiar figure. His expression darkened slightly, and he had an extremely bad feeling.

His body flashed and he instantly charged into a few thatched cottages not far away. He stood before a door for a long time. Behind this door was the room he and Zi Luo had first met.

His expression changed, and he stretched out his hand, retracting it. He did not dare to open the door for fear of depressing himself.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled a mouthful of impure air. He had no way of dodging and had to face everything. Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand to push open the door. However, it opened from the inside.

“Ziluo!”

Ling Yun shouted in surprise, afraid that this was a dream.

Looking up, what entered his sight wasn’t the purple dress of Zi Luo like a purple orchid, but a little girl with a ponytail. She was seven or eight years old, her body was illusory, her eyes purple, and she wore a purple dress.

The young lady stood there, her exquisite face was carved from jade, perfect, but right now she was looking at Ling Yun with an extremely cold and indifferent gaze, and when she saw him looking at her, she said coldly: “I thought you had forgotten about this.”

Ling Yun was baffled. He frowned slightly and his mind trembled, as he realized that he was connected to the girl in an unfathomable way. Of course, it was not related to Ling Long in any way.

“You!”

Ling Yun’s body trembled. At this moment, he thought of many things, his expression fluctuating. The image of the young girl, who had been silently watching his every move, with a sweet smile, had appeared in his mind more than once.

He also remembered the day when he was “kind” to the Dragon’s Essence and Tiger’s Fierce Dan s and had a relationship with Cai’er, the moment he had entered the violet ring s, he had seen a fleeting purple shadow.

The girl snorted, her expression extremely indifferent, as though Ling Yun was her arch enemy and did not give him a good look.

Noticing the change in his expression and how unprepared he was, Zhang Xuan naturally knew what he was thinking.

I’m the violet ring of the violet ring. As for the person you met in the past, that’s my mother. I presume you can already guess her identity by now! That’s right, she is Zi Luo semi-divine. ”

Xiao Zi sneered, “I don’t know what’s so good about you either. You’re actually the sovereign of the mother’s semi-divine, yet she actually likes you and silently did so many things for you.