Chapter 219 The little spirit is dead!?

Out of the seventh floor of the nine-story God and Magic Tower, Hong Yu did not stay for a moment and rushed directly down the third floor, the Ancient God Village, with the little spirit.

Although it took a little time to re-enter the nine-story magic tower, Hong Yu felt that he had gained a lot. He not only saved the little spirit as he wished, but also regained the love of the eight-day couple who had lost with Qianlan, which was worth it.

Hong Yu knew that he would come again in the future, because the little thing was still here, and there was Yinlu. He also promised to take her out to the outside world and go to Warcraft Island in Tianpeng mainland. Now, the eldest brother Zheng Fengying has gone.

In the ancient divine village, the general's spiritual sense of protecting the village was superb, and he felt the arrival of Hong Yu at the first time. The dead mouse immediately flew out of which oil barrel, covered with oil and squeaked at Hong Yu, "Damn it, Hong Yu, did you find out where the residence of the Heavenly Palace is so soon? I haven't finished a bucket of oil yet.

Immediately, I saw Hong Yu's back, and a pink and jade-carved little girl suddenly appeared. The dead mouse's bean-like mouse eyes were so shocked that they almost fell directly to the ground: "I... Shit, the mouse said, is this the little spirit? Hongyu bastard, don't tell me that you can save the little spirit from the Heavenly Palace with your own strength. With your little cultivation, you won't believe it.

"Don't mess around here. As far as I know, Xiaoyu did save the little girl from the Heavenly King's Mansion on his own, and destroyed the whole Heavenly King God City." The kind-looking grandmother came slowly and smiled lovingly at Hongyu and Xiao Lingling.

She was in the ancient divine village, but she knew that Hong Yu had gone to the fourth floor millions of years ago and completely smashed the Heavenly King's Mansion, and her magical power had to be shocking.

"Goodbye, grandma!" Hong Yu said hello to his grandmother. After knowing that this grandmother was an ancient existence, Hong Yu only felt that she was becoming more and more unpredictable.

"Ha ha, grandma, hello!" Xiao Lingling shouted. Although the pure eyes were still cold, they were very clever and pitiful. However, looking at the pink and jade little girl in front of her, the grandmother's face suddenly showed surprise: "Well... This little girl is really extraordinary. It's not surprising that the people in the Heavenly Palace will like you."

"Grandma, I don't know where the spirit is?" The little spirit raised his little face and flashed with a pair of big eyes curiously. Hong Yu and the dead mouse also looked at the grandmother, looking respectfully.

nodded, and the grandmother said, "Because I feel a very old breath in you. To be precise, your soul contains an ancient breath. I can't even tell how old it is!"

"What?" Hearing this, Hong Yu and Xiao Lingling, as well as the dead mouse, were all shocked. How could a person have an ancient atmosphere? Even the old woman couldn't tell.

Is it... that the little spirit itself is a dead person!?

Before, in the gold medal kill order, Hong Yu also felt a trace of ancient breath in the spiritual imprint of the little Lingling. He had always thought that it was because she was in Tianwang Mansion, because Tianwang Mansion was in ancient times, and it was normal for her to get a trace of ancient atmosphere. But I didn't expect that her soul itself had a trace of ancient atmosphere!

Thinking of her fatherless and mother, she begged on the street at the age of three or four. Hong Yu's heart couldn't help jumping gently. Could it be... Is Xiao Lingling really a dead person?

Turning his face, Hong Yu looked at the pink and jade little girl beside him, but no matter how he looked at it, the little spirit did not seem to be a dead person!

"What's the origin of the little spirit?" Hong Yu frowned and his heart was full of doubts.

"Let me see what kind of origin you have!" The grandmother, who had always been kind, looked very uneasy at this moment, and two rays of light came out of her eyes and rushed into the pure eyes of the little spirit.

After a long time, the old woman muttered to herself, "It's incredible. How can you appear here..."

"Grandma, what did you see?" Hong Yu's eyebrows suddenly jumped when he heard the words. At this moment, he was very nervous. If the little spirit was really a dead person, he could not accept this fact.

How can that poor, extremely clever and sensible spirit be a dead man?

"I saw a very ancient place... It was very quiet. It was like a huge ancient cemetery of Fang Buddha, and there was no creature..." Grandma said slowly.

A huge ancient cemetery?! Hong Yu's heart suddenly became cold, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold, and he couldn't even speak: "Grandma, please take a look again... clearly, what kind of existence is there?"

The old woman nodded and continued to look at the deepest soul of the little spirit: "Yes, it is indeed a place of eternal silence... I don't know whether it is a huge cemetery or not. Well, it seems to be full of space power..."

"The little girl's soul is still extending forward..." Two lines of blood flowed from the grandmother's eyes, which looked shocking. "Huh... the front was cut off..."

It's really unimaginable that the grandmother actually saw the existence of a huge ancient cemetery in the depths of the soul of the little spirit, without a trace of vitality, and it is also full of space power.

Seeing this, everything was cut off, and the grandmother could no longer look over to find the source of the soul of the little spirit.

At this time, two blood flowed from the grandmother's eyes. Obviously, the power of space there hurt her.

Grandma withdrew two rays of light and seemed to be weak all over. Seeing this, Hong Yu quickly came forward to hold her: "Grandma, how are you?"

Grandma smiled faintly: "I'm fine. My old bone won't be so easy. The origin of this little girl is too mysterious and ancient. Her soul has been cut off. Forgive me, I can't see what her origin is.

"Oh." Nodding, Hong Yu was quite relieved. Since the grandmother could not see the origin of the little spirit, she could not prove that she was a dead person, which meant that she was probably not a dead person, but why the little spirit had an ancient smell and why she did not have parents. Hong Yu was always very confused. Everything is incredible.

Where on earth does the little spirit come from? How did you come to this world?

This is a mystery!

Next, Hong Yu took the dead mouse and led the little spirit to say goodbye to the grandmother.

"The mouse said, Hong Yu bastard, you are too unkind. Why do you have to wait for me to finish eating that bucket of oil before you leave!" The dead mouse was very reluctant and screamed at Hong Yu. Hong Yu gave it a shudder directly: "Dead mouse, look at your oily body, and it hasn't supported you yet."

"Cut, a bucket of oil is nothing. You just give me a hundred barrels. I still eat it up. If you don't believe it, you can get 100 barrels to give me a try." The dead mouse blinked a pair of bean-like mouse eyes and said shamelessly.

"You are so beautiful!"

Looking at the ruffian appearance of the dead mouse, the old grandmother and Xiao Lingling looked at the man and the beast and smiled. In the end, the dead mouse had no chance to eat the bucket of oil, so it was taken away by Hong Yu and left the nine-story magic tower with the little spirit and went out into the world.