Pastoral pamper: Cultivating the field, cultivating immortals, giving birth to cubs

Chapter 430 Blood Sea

"Ahem..." Ling Moyun coughed twice against his lips, and shook his head helplessly.

He had actually appeared in front of her, and she thought she was hallucinating, which was nothing.

Mu Nuan'an blinked her eyes, and didn't notice when the streamer sword in her hand fell to the ground.This...why does it even sound so similar?
It's over!How much does she miss Ling Moyun!Actually... actually...

Mu Nuan'an rubbed her hot cheeks, what a shame!Fortunately, this is an ancient battlefield, no one saw it.

Ling Moyun shook her head helplessly, and raised her chin with one hand, forcing her to face herself, "Nuan An, how long are you going to be an ostrich?"

Mu Nuan'an stared blankly at the familiar face in front of her, her small hand gently stroked his brows and eyes, and finally landed on his thin lips.

He murmured, "Am I hallucinating? How could I look so much like him?"

Ling Moyun held her little hand and pulled her into his arms, "Come on, feel it to see if it's an illusion."

As she spoke, she covered his cheek with her little hand, and then placed it on his chest.

"What about now? Is it still a hallucination?"

Seeing his familiar face and hearing the intoxicating voice, Mu Nuan'an unconsciously shed two lines of tears, beating her chest with her small fist, "Bastard! Ling Moyun, you bastard!"

Ling Moyun was panicked by her crying, and hurriedly wiped away her tears, but the tears on his palm-sized face hurt his eyes.

He bent down, and his soft lips covered the two lines of tears on her small face, thin and continuous.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm not here."

This series of extremely familiar movements made Mu Nuan'an wake up from her emotions. She gave him a charming look, pouted her mouth and said, "Why are you here?"

Ling Moyun grinned, and scratched her small and exquisite nose, "Isn't this afraid that someone will be scared and cry without me?"

Mu Nuan'an punched him with a fist, turned his head angrily, and spoke nonsense.

Ling Moyun smiled lowly.

Hearing his low laughter, Mu Nuan'an's heart was never so satisfied for a moment, her chest was filled with happiness, almost overflowing with happiness.

"By the way, how did you know I was here?"

Ling Moyun straightened his face, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "It's all thanks to your good friends."

"Luofan and the others?" Mu Nuan'an asked tentatively.

"Ah."

Mu Nuanan was puzzled, "What does this have to do with them?"

"It's a long story..."

Next, Ling Moyun told Mu Nuan'an a series of things that happened after Mu Nuan'an left. Mu Nuan'an sighed for a while, but more of it was distressed.

"So, they are also in the ancient battlefield now?"

"Well, Shadow is with them."

"Then why don't we join them earlier?" Mu Nuan'an's eyes sparkled, eager to try.

This time it was Ling Moyun's turn to be silent, "Not good."

"Why?" Of course Mu Nuan'an didn't think he was unwilling, since he said that, there must be a reason for him.

"Their current cultivation bases are not suitable for entering the depths of the ancient battlefield. Besides, the bloody aura is a kind of tempering for them. After going out this time, their cultivation bases will definitely rise by a level."

Mu Nuan'an lowered her head in disappointment, "Okay then."

Ling Moyun thought that she would definitely feel uncomfortable because of this, and was about to comfort her, but unexpectedly...

"Then shall we go in together?"

Mu Nuan'an suddenly jumped up and took Ling Moyun's arm.

Ling Moyun couldn't help but agree.He was here to find her, and it made no difference to him whether he entered or not.

"Okay, but let me tell Shadow first, let them know that I found you."

Mu Nuan'an nodded like a chick pecking rice, "Yeah, otherwise they will worry again, and it will delay their cultivation. You just tell them to treat this time as an experience, and let them not put too much pressure on themselves."

"Understood." Ling Moyun rubbed her head, and smiled dotingly, "I'm almost becoming a little old woman."

When Mu Nuanan heard this, her phoenix eyes widened, "Huh! I'm a little old woman, so what are you?! Little old man!"

Ling Moyun couldn't help laughing, she took his casual joke seriously.

The two walked hand in hand to the depths of the ancient battlefield, while Mu Nuan'an was chattering non-stop on the way.

She was so excited when they met just now, she didn't notice why he wasn't affected by the evil spirit of blood.

Ling Moyun smiled and stretched out his hand, and a black ball appeared in his palm.Mu Nuanan poked it curiously, raised her head and asked, "What is this? Your aura? But why is it black?"

Ling Moyun nodded, she was almost a million reasons.Then he explained his aura to her.

It turns out that his aura is different from others, and his spiritual root is also different from others.

His dantian was born with vast darkness, like a boundless sea of ​​darkness.

Mu Nuan'an heard it inconceivably, it turned out that it was because of the black aura that the evil spirit of blood could not corrode him.

Ling Moyun didn't tell her that his black aura has another name, "Power of Destruction".

However, he was also a little curious about why Mu Nuan'an was not affected by the evil spirit of blood. Mu Nuan'an later told him with a smile that it was because of the existence of the heart of the juvenile tree that the evil spirit of blood could not get close to her.But Ling Moyun is not as simple as she thought, the heart of the tree?Certainly not because of this.As for what was the reason, Ling Moyun didn't want to know, he just wanted to protect her from harm, and that was what he needed to do.

Under the billowing blood mist, a pair of red eyes stared closely at the figures of the two people outside. If it had a real body, it would have burst into tears at this moment. It has waited so hard for thousands of years, and finally it has waited for them to come!
Originally, there was only Mu Nuan'an alone, so he was extremely excited, but now even "he" is here, how could he not shed tears?This is tears of joy!
The closer it was to the center of the ancient battlefield, a sea of ​​blood seemed to form around it, and even the sky was soaked in blood-like red.

The sky is full of blood, which always reminds people of the bloody battle that day!Before he knew it, his eyes were stained with blood red.

Mu Nuan'an's breathing was a little short, as the ancient battlefield approached, it seemed to be pulling the memory deep in her soul, constantly surging, wanting to break out of the ground.

A shuddering sense of strangeness was pulled out, and crazy fear emerged spontaneously. She was very unfamiliar with this feeling, as if it was something that did not belong to her, forcibly interspersed with her own sea of ​​consciousness, tampering with her own. Memory, even the soul trembles.

What exactly is this?How terrifying is this existence?

Mu Nuan'an didn't know, and she didn't want to know either.

This is a defense mechanism of the brain's spontaneous protection against danger. She is rejecting, resisting, and rejecting.

(End of this chapter)