Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"I have buried the Sky Shield on Wuling Mountain outside Zhongzhou City."

Luo Zhiqiu lowered his head and said softly and relievedly: "Brother, you don't have to be too sad."

"The Eight Venerables are the most loyal fighters under your command. Tiandun has already made up his mind and is willing to fight through fire and water for your brother."

"Now that she is killed in battle, it is also the best home for her..."

"I see."

Xiao Lin nodded slightly, meditating silently on the formula of the technique of breaking the void, opening a crack in the air at his fingertips.

"Brother, your vitality has not fully recovered yet, where are you going?" Luo Zhiqiu asked puzzledly.

"I just want to see Tiandun."

"No, I'll go with you!"

Luo Zhiqiu shook his head anxiously, "There has been no news from the Shen Pavilion for this period of time, and there must be some big plan brewing. You are seriously injured now, if you fall into their trap..."

"Xiao Qiu, even if I beg you."

Xiao Lin's eyes were dull, and he said hoarsely: "I just want to stay alone with Tiandun for a while."

The body of Tiandun previously turned into white dust and disappeared, leaving no bones.

Therefore, the tomb of Tiandun only buried the battle armor she once wore and the heavy shield of the Underworld that had been fighting for many years, and simply set up a burial mound.

Sitting in front of the stele, Xiao Lin looked at the name of Tiandun engraved on the stele. His surface was still calm and composed, but his heart was mixed.

"Tiandun, what do you want me to say about you?"

Xiao Lin smiled bitterly: "The sickle colluded with Five Elements Elder for rebellion. In my opinion, it is stupid enough. I didn't expect you to be stupid than him."

"For the sake of me, I don't hesitate to take Own's life, is there anyone in this world who is more stupid than you?"

"But, why do you stupid woman make me more painful than facing the full attack of two god-tier kings?"

As he spoke, Xiao Lin's nose felt sore, and two clear tears flowed down his eyes involuntarily.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind: "Oh, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Lin was slightly startled, and turned his head in amazement.

I saw a woman in a black tights who did not know when she came behind her with a butterfly mask on her face. It was the witch Nymphony.

Xiao Lin's tears stopped abruptly, and his face instantly became grim: "I didn't expect to meet you, it's really unlucky."

"Why, when I saw your fragile appearance, I was so embarrassed that I turned into anger?"

Ning Fu Lian couldn't help but chuckled, and sat down beside Xiao Lin unhurriedly.

"But I didn't expect that a person like you would still cry."

Xiao Lin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said lightly: "I am also a human, and I also have human emotions. Why can't I cry?"

"It's not that you can't cry, it's just that I can't imagine what kind of person can make you cry."

"If you can't imagine, don't imagine it."

The conversation between the two stopped abruptly, and each other was silent and relatively speechless.

After a long time, Xiao Lin asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

The terrain of Wuling Mountain is overcast, and Feng Shui is very suitable for the deceased to sleep, so there are countless tombs all over the mountains and plains, which is regarded as the largest cemetery in Zhongzhou.

"about the same as you."

Ning Fu Lian looked sad for a long time, and smiled bitterly: "I will come here to see my Big sis at this time of the year."

"Your Big sis?"

Xiao Lin was surprised: "You still have Big sis? It really didn't happen to me."

‘If you can’t imagine, don’t imagine it. "Ning Fulian directly returned what Xiao Lin had just taught her back verbatim.

Ning Fu Lian came to a tombstone not far away with a bunch of flowers in her hand.

This tombstone is covered with scab marks and moss, and the roots have almost merged with the soil. Obviously, it has gone through a very long period of time.

Xiao Lin followed Ning Fulian, and when he saw the words on the tombstone, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"——The position of the eldest sister Ning Lan."

Ning Fu Lian gently placed the flowers in front of the stele and slowly knelt on the ground, with crystal tears rolling in her eyes: "Sister, I'm coming to see you..."

"Sorry, let me interrupt you first."

Xiao Lin directly pulled Ning Fu Lian up, and said in a deep voice, "Your Big sis's name is Ning Lan?"

"Yes."

Ning Fu Lian showed indignation, "When you secretly shed tears by yourself just now, I didn't bother you!"

"If you really have nothing to do, just go cool and don't disturb me talking to my Big sis!"

"say?"

Xiao Lin Renjun couldn't help laughing, "A cold stone monument, can I talk to you?"

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

Ning Fu Lian clenched his fists and showed anger, "The stele can't speak, at least it is pinning my longing for my Big sis!"

"Besides, I don't talk to the stele, can you let me see my Big sis?"

"I think I can do it."

Xiao Lin smiled dumbly and slowly raised his head, a faint blue light flashed on the storage ring.

The blue light quickly condensed into a human form, and Ning Lan appeared beside him.

Ning Lan had spent a lot of Spirit Power in order to save Xiao Lin, causing her breath to be extremely weak at this time and her face pale and abnormal.

"Young Master Xiao, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

Xiao Lin smiled and said, "I just can't bear to see you, Little Sister, being so sad, I just want your sisters to recognize each other."

"Little Sister?"

Ning Lan was startled slightly, and then turned his head in astonishment.

Ning Fu Lian on the side was already stunned, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, and even slapped his face with a slap to confirm if he was dreaming.

"Sister...Big sis!"

Tears burst into Ning Fu Lian's eyes, and desperately rushed towards Ning Lan.

Ning Lan's brain went blank for a while, and after seeing Ning Fu Lian in front of him clearly, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Little Sister, you...you are still alive!"

The two sisters hugged each other and wept. The quiet and elegant Ning Lan couldn't help crying at this time.

When their emotions calmed down a little bit, Xiao Lin couldn't help asking, "Could you tell me what happened between you?"

Ning Lan still cried sobbing, Ning Fu Lian was a little stronger, and barely choked up to tell Xiao Lin what happened that year.

Ning Lan and Ning Fu Lian are siblings, born only one year apart.

That year, their parents were murdered by their enemies, and the two young sisters were chased and killed by their enemies, almost to the point of destitution.

In a desperate situation, Ning Lan hid the younger Ning Fu Lian in a large water tank, while she led the enemy to chase and kill herself, and finally threw herself into the river.

This difference is that they have not seen each other in millions of years.

Originally, the two sisters thought that each other was no longer alive, but they did not expect that after escaping for his life, Ning Fu Lian worked so hard to cultivate and became a witch of the ninetieth rank of the gods.

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