The Son of the Spiritual Girl

However, no one thought that there was a child between Chu Fengtian and Lingnu.

Although Abu was surprised, he was a little unbelievable.

What if this is a trap designed by the people from the Lord Emperor Temple?

"Dad, Huanggu...is it the grandmother's ethnic group?"

Xiao Zimu spoke. He was smart and had guessed everything.

Abu looked at Xiao Zimu.

His purple eyes.

Xuan Junlin saw that Abu was still a little distrustful, and he said, "He is my son, and he naturally has the bloodline of the ancient tribe, so his eyes are now purple."

He checked some information and most of the people from the ancient tribe had purple eyes.

Especially when I was a kid.

Some will fade away when they grow up, while others will have them for the rest of their lives.

The little wolf seemed to understand the adults' words, and he looked at Xiao Zimu, with a complicated emotion in his eyes.

At this time, it started to rain again.

Elder Black Moon looked at the people with different expressions and said, "Why go in first and talk about it, it's raining."

Xiao Liang'er nodded and took the lead in the house.

Xiao Zimu quickly grabbed Xiaolang's hand and pulled him into the room.

Abu and Ami looked at each other with uncertain eyes, only endless confusion. When they saw Xuan Junlin entering the house, they could only walk in.

In the room, rabbit broth was still emitting a faint fishy smell.

Several people sat down again and surrounded the pot of soup, and the atmosphere was silent again.

"How many tribe members are left now?"

Xuan Junlin spoke first and broke the silence.

Abbot paused, "There are less than two hundred people."

Although the ancient tribe was scattered, it was a prosperous place for people everywhere. However, because it advocated freedom and did not like to be bound, it lacked unity and instead became a weak spot for being scattered and chased.

"All of them died at the hands of the Lord Emperor's Temple?"

There was already a hint of coldness in Xuan Junlin's voice.

Abu nodded, "Well, in the past twenty years, the killing was almost over. I was only a few years old at that time. I had seen my tribe members with my own eyes, and there was no place to die."

Speaking of the horror scenes I saw when I was a child, Abu's eyes were filled with sadness.

"Have you ever met my mother?"

Xuan Junlin asked again that he had only seen his mother, and he didn't know much about his mother's past, and the various channels combined were very fragmentary.

Maybe here, he will know a little more.

"No."

Abu shook his head. Not everyone can see the spirit girl at will, but there will be a portrait of her in the clan.

As he said that, Abu got up and went to the room where he was sleeping, and then took out a yellowed portrait.

The one on it is the ancient spirit girl.

Xuan Junlin recognized it at a glance, exactly the same as the mother he saw in the eyes of the Spirit Girl.

Abu put the portrait in front of Xuan Junlin and said, "This portrait was given to me many years ago by an old man from the clan. He painted a spirit girl from a long time ago."

“Long time?”

Xiao Liang'er asked out loud.

"Well, the spirit woman of our ancient tribe is the only spiritual blood. Every spirit woman will be reincarnated after she dies. This portrait of my, the old man said, was the portrait of that spirit woman tens of thousands of years ago."

Abu said crappyly.

Why is it the same as the revival of the goddess of Guiyue Sect?

She was a little surprised.

But there is one difference, that is, every spiritual woman looks exactly the same, almost like a rebirth, while the goddess is revived by blood, and her body appearance will change in all aspects.

No wonder, the crow said that it had seen the Spirit Girl and the Spirit Girl Qin in the prehistoric era.

But the spirit girl didn't give birth to Xuan Junlin until twenty or thirty years ago.

I believe that although the spirit girl I saw in the prehistoric era was exactly the same as Xuan Junlin's mother, it was a bit different after all.

"But, our spirit girl can never come back."

As he spoke, Abu's tears fell.

He said, "In order to seize the beast-controlling power of our clan, the people in the Lord Emperor Temple forced her to separate the beast-controlling power from their body. No one knows where she hid the beast-controlling power. But since then, it means that she will never be able to survive again, because the spiritual blood is supported by the beast-controlling power and cannot be separated from the body. That is her soul. As long as there are beasts in this world, she can be resurrected for generations, and our ancient clan will also exist forever, but all of this was destroyed by the Lord Emperor Temple!"

There was more hatred and disgust in Abu's tone.

Why are the people in the Lord Emperor Temple so greedy?

He has already ruled the Nine Extreme Divine Realm, but he still has to covet the beast-controlling power of the ancient clan.

"We fled in all directions and fled to the vicinity of Tianhai, and survived. From time to time, there were people assassinations. Until an old man in the clan discovered the place where the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Furnace sinks into the sea, released news, and took advantage of the psychology of some casual cultivators to hunt for treasures, and saved the clan members several times."

It turns out that the secret of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Furnace is used to protect the ancient tribes.

No wonder even if the tribe members know where they are, they will never find a way to get it and change it to have a good life.

If you can't even save your life, what's the use of the spirit stone you get?

"Can you give this painting to me?"

Xuan Junlin stared at the painting. The person in the painting was his mother, but not his mother.

It just gives him a very, very familiar and close feeling.

Keep it as a thought.

"this……"

Abu hesitated a little.

Xuan Junlin smiled, "I will give you a spiritual stone as compensation."

In fact, it is not the problem of the spirit stone, but this portrait is very precious to Abu and is a belief.

But looking at Xuan Junlin's expression, he seemed to like the painting very much. He did have deep remembrance and tenderness in his eyes. He is really the son of a spirit woman, right?

There is a spiritual girl in his hands, and his son Xiao Zimu is also purple-eyed.

Abu hesitated for a moment and handed the portrait to Xuan Junlin, "Give it to you, no spiritual stones. This is the belief in the hearts of each of our tribesmen. Since you are the son of the spirit girl, then you are the leader of our ancient tribe."

The suspicion and confusion in his eyes were gradually replaced by a kind of joy.

Yes, if the spirit girl still has blood and survives and returns to the clan, at least everyone has some hope.

deliver?

Xuan Junlin was holding the portrait and was moved by the sincere smile on Abu's face.

Even though he lived so hard, Abu never forgot the beliefs of the ancient clan. Even if he was very poor, he would never exchange his beliefs for a sum of money to improve his life.

"Okay, then I'll accept it."
Chapter completed!