Legend has it that three epochs ago, there were four races that were the best in the world.

One of them is the owner of the divine turtle, the fairy clan.

Once upon a time, as one of the four major races, the Fairy Clan governed one domain and imparted one side.

Now, there is only one descendant left in the entire fairy clan.

She is a wonderful word.

Ling Miuyu was sitting on the top of a mountain, watching the scene in the bamboo house on the opposite hill.

There, Grace was still slashing the firewood cut from the back mountain with two little pets.

Spring, summer, autumn and Xiluo are strengthening the surrounding four-system barriers.

But Romney was still hiding in the bamboo house, without any movement.

Ling Miaoyu looked at this bamboo house, shook his feet, his eyes as if he was thinking.

This Xiangmu Mountain is a famous mountain before the Demon Valley became famous.

The thousands of nearby mountains are all named after their names.

Xiangmu Mountains, Xiangmu Mountains, Sandalwood.

Ling Miaoyu grew up here since childhood and is now over 200 years old.

But from the appearance, she is completely a girl.

It was only in the past few days that the girl looked like.

The previous wonderful words were like a little girl.

Originally, she was leaping through the mountains and forests, and except for the strong enemy, the Black Magician, she didn't pay much attention to.

But recently, she always likes to come and sit on the top of this mountain and see the Xiangmu Mountain opposite.

A few days ago, Xiangmu Mountain was protected by her to prevent it from being invaded by the black magician.

Later, when the black magician died, she uncovered the protection of Xiangmu Mountain and brought it back to nature.

However, Gris and others who lived inside did not know that they were still living in the bamboo house, waiting for the return of Moni and others.

Ling Miaoyu saved those three people.

But she was not prepared to let them return to Xiangmu Mountain.

Moni, Dong and Aubrer have been destroyed by the black magician.

Saved and survived, but may not be able to be a normal person again.

So she was going to raise them in this mountain range that she had just named Xianling Mountains. As her first group of people, it became the starting point for her revival of the Xianling Mountains.

Then why didn’t Lingmiaoyu include Romney and others in this group of people?

When Ling Miuyu asked and answered, she remembered the dream she had had a few days ago.

"My descendants."

"Three centuries have passed, and the glory of the fairy clan is about to return."

"He and I will both descend on the abdomen of the divine turtle recently."

"If you and I meet, we must take away the aspirations of the old god."

In the dream, the distant ancestor of the fairy clan warned himself and told her that her next life was about to come.

Ling Miaoyu was not sure who this life would be in the next life, but based on her judgment, she locked in the sudden appearance of the humans.

Among them, she discovered that Romney and Gris were most likely the afterlife of their distant ancestors.

But she had no way to lock in which one further, so she could only observe carefully and look more.

"It's true. Since you've all been dreaming, just show your face."

Some of the slandering and Lingmiaoyu felt a little helpless.

The Immortal Dream is one of the unique talents of the Immortal Clan.

It has the wonderful function of traveling through time and space and ignoring the limitations of time and space.

Lingmiaoyu has been repaid by distant ancestors several times in the past, and it has been very effective.

This time, it was just that, but she felt a little guessing, which made her not very adaptable.

"Forget it, the Ancestor didn't tell me what to do later."

"Just let them decide the future, so that I can't break things I've planned out in the past year."

Ling Miuyu shook her feet and muttered to herself.

The mountains in the distance are covered with green mountains and clouds and mist, and occasionally birds pass by, bringing beautiful sounds.

In the uninhabited forest, the creatures that had been hiding in the past quietly emerged and began to become familiar with the mountains and forests that had been restored to their original state.

The snake demons were wiped out by Ling Miuyu and buried, becoming the nutrients for the woodland, fertile and natural sweetness.

Looking at the fairy spirit mountain range that was regaining its vitality, Ling Miuyu sighed quietly.

"What a pity, I'm the only one left."

"Even if there are so many distant ancestors who have repaid their dreams, how easy is it to restore the glory of the fairy clan?"

"Even if you have a life in the next life, is that still the fairy clan?"

Yes, even if the last descendant of the Fairy Clan is working hard, how can one person represent the other and let the world see the glory of the Fairy Clan again?

"Maybe, I should find a way."

"The next generation will be reproduced."

Ling Miaoyu thought about it and suddenly recalled the experiment I saw a few days ago.

The fairy clan does not reproduce biologically, but uses the soul as the foundation to nurture new lives.

This strange racial inheritance makes the fairy clan extremely demanding on the soul strength of the partner.

Not to mention that no Panda can reach this strength on Panda Immortal Island, even on the plane vortex, there is no race that can have the ability to meet the soul nurturing of the immortal clan.

There is no such plane, and she has not encountered it in the past two hundred years.

"If there isn't inside the plane, maybe I can think outside the plane?"

He raised his head and looked at the looming film in the sky, imagining the possible detachment.

The clouds are deep and shallow, the sun rises and the sun sets.

A day spent in ordinary times.

Gris sat on the bed in his room, staring blankly.

"Pickup?"

Pikapi was right next to him and saw Gris dazed and a little worried.

"roar?"

The little goldfish tilted her head, as if asking.

"It's okay, it's okay, go to bed."

He was interrupted by the two little demon pets and was dazed. Grace came to his senses and said something, then blew out the sandalwood lamp made by Xi Luo and slept with her clothes.

When the little demons saw Gris sleeping, they didn't make any more noise. They stepped on their own small beds and went to bed.

The moonlight outside the window penetrates, and the quiet bamboo house is silent.

A black shadow suddenly passed by and rushed out from Gris' room.

Rumble, rustling.

The slight running rustled sound, which caused Pikapi, who was not yet asleep, to react.

"Pickup?"

His ears pounded, and then he suddenly woke up. Pikapi's eyes condensed, as if he had discovered an enemy, screamed and then jumped out.

"roar?"

The little goldfish was woken up by Pikapi and opened her eyes in a daze.

"Who? Who is there!"

Gris had also woken up, put on his coat, picked up the sword beside the bed, opened the door and rushed out, chasing Pikapi in the direction he rushed out.

"Spring, summer and autumn!"

Xiluo also heard the noise at this time and flew out of his room to pursue. While chasing, he shouted at Chun Xia Qiu.

"exist!"

"I'll stay!"

…

Spring and summer chase after it, and autumn stays in the bamboo house.

The few people flew out together and intercepted the figure blocked by Pikapi into the four-system barrier.

"Who are you?"

Gris drew out his long sword, and the attached magnetic fighting spirit wrapped around it, making a crackling sound.

“Fence up.”
Chapter completed!