Nine-tailed fairy fox, Bai Linger!
This name was like a bolt of lightning in the endless night, piercing deeply into Zhao Fan's pupils, making all the pores in his body tingle.
And the statue is an image of a white fox with nine tails, which is almost exactly the same as his mother's body in his imagination...
Tears seemed to feel the call of the soul, blurring Zhao Fan's eyes, like broken beads, rolling down uncontrollably.
Zhao Fan slowly raised his hands and walked tremblingly towards the nine-tailed fairy fox statue named Bai Ling'er, one step, two steps, getting closer and closer, and finally, he was within easy reach.
The longing for maternal love surged in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stroke the side of the nine-tailed fox's face, "Mom, is that you?"
At this moment, Zhao Fan suddenly understood something vaguely.
The nine-tailed fairy fox was the master of the Peacock Emperor and the Tiger Heaven Emperor. She died a million years ago, but the prophecy she left behind was that one million years later, a human race named Zhao will appear in the spiritual realm. , let the two direct disciples wait in the spiritual realm.
And the human race named Zhao in the prophecy is himself.
Zhao Fan's mother is also a nine-tailed white fox named Bai Ling'er.
The masters of the two masters of the spiritual realm are the same nine-tailed white fox, the same name is Bai Linger, and they controlled the laws of time and space millions of years ago!
If it's such a coincidence, then it's an arrangement.
They are definitely two incarnations of the same nine-tailed white fox!
Otherwise, how could he explain that he had fulfilled the prophecy made millions of years ago? At the same time, his mother and the master who ruled here were both named Bai Ling'er, and they were both nine-tailed white foxes?
"Mother..." Zhao Fan shouted again subconsciously.
However, the entire cemetery was so quiet that only Zhao Fan's voice echoed.
In this way, Zhao Fan silently hugged the statue until his tears dried up. He gradually calmed down. The other person must have come to this time and space by virtue of the laws of time and space and saw himself.
At this time, Zhao Fan's expectations and fantasies about chance and destiny before coming here were all thrown out of the sky, because no matter how incredible the treasure was, seeing his mother would not make him happier.
Even the statue of Bai Ling'er made him extremely kind.
"It turns out that a million years ago, my mother had already met me today, and she must have been to the human world before she could use the name given to her by the Seven Immortals of Penglai." Zhao Fan murmured in a low voice, with an expression on his face. She smiled from the bottom of her heart, "I, she, shouldn't be disappointed, right?"
However, there are too many mysteries.
How did the nine-tailed white fox that died millions of years ago reincarnate into the human world after such a long time?
Then, Zhao Fan suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He thought about Bai Ling'er's fate, whether it was this life or the previous life, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
The murderer of my mother’s life has been killed with my own hands!
Who caused her death in her previous life?
After all, he was a late-stage heaven-level person who controlled the laws of time and space. The murderer's strength was definitely more terrifying.
"The child is unfilial."
Zhao Fan couldn't help clenching his fists. He looked at the statue in front of him and said, "It's been a million years. If the murderer is still alive and if I don't die, he will be killed one day."
Even if the opponent is so powerful that he stands at the pinnacle of the Yuan Realm, he will become stronger than him!
Zhao Fan swore word for word.
The moment he finished speaking, the statue of the nine-tailed fox flashed with pure white light without warning.
Not only that, the statue's eyes also seemed to be full of life, as if they were alive.
The nine-tailed fairy fox looked at the ordinary-looking young man in front of him, with a mother's doting look on her son in her eyes.
This sudden change made Zhao Fan stunned for a moment. Soon, ecstasy filled his face and he mistakenly thought that Bai Ling'er had come back to life.
However, the pure white light flowing on the statue dimmed again, and silence returned. Only those eyes were left, looking at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan's heart trembled, and his hope was extinguished. He knew that this was definitely not a resurrection, but something might have been triggered.
In this way, one person and one statue looked at each other quietly for a long time.
But the nine-tailed white fox seemed to never be able to get enough of his ordinary public face, showing a deep sense of reluctance.
Once it begins, it is destined to end.
After burning the incense, the nine-tailed white fox lowered its eyelids reluctantly. When he opened it again, he returned to the original statue state, lacking the agility of life...
Zhao Fan felt as if a large piece of his heart had been cut off. Tears once again ravaged his face. He shouted heartbreakingly: "Mother, mother!"
The statue of the nine-tailed white fox disintegrated one by one as he called.
"don't want!"
Zhao Fan's pupils shrank to small points, and he hurriedly reached out to hug the statue, trying to stop the statue from collapsing.
However, nothing can be done.
Zhao Fan watched helplessly as the lifelike nine-tailed fox became smaller and smaller, and the falling particles dissipated into the void of heaven and earth.
"No!!!"
The ten fingers of Zhao Fan's hands frantically grabbed the particles like phantoms, and even released the surging power of life, trying to wrap them up.
And those particles, like snowflakes, melt at the touch, leaving not even a trace.
Zhao Fan seemed to have lost his strength and collapsed on the ground, "Why, why..."
He has never met his mother. In the past, he always imagined her through the descriptions of his father or his uncle. Now that I have met the statue of my mother, I really want to protect it. In this way, I feel that my mother is always with me.
Zhao Fan rather doesn't want the chance, he just wants the statue to be intact!
In the end, the statue of the nine-tailed fox disappeared, leaving only an empty base made of blue crystal blocks. It was as if the statue had never existed at all.
"Um?"
Zhao Fan's dim eyes noticed that as the statue disappeared, a line of words appeared on the original position of the base. It was very brief, only six words.
"Fan'er, come up and sit down."
…
At this time, Zhao Fan forgot to breathe and stared blankly at the words on the base, the sentence "Fan'er" that traveled through millions of years. It made him feel an unprecedented sense of intimacy.
He imagined that Bai Ling'er's expression was gentle and doting when he left these words.
"Yeah! I listen to you."
Zhao Fan's body seemed to have been summoned from somewhere. He stood up, walked onto the blue crystal base, and then sat down gently.
At the same time, all the blue crystals gathered into the base began to tremble, and the edges were separated, one by one, arranged upwards against Zhao Fan's skin.
The process lasted for hundreds of breaths.
Now, Zhao Fan was as if his whole body was wrapped in a large cocoon made of blue crystals, airtight.
And his consciousness left his body and entered a separate space.
The space was not very big, only a hundred square meters at full count. The four walls and top and bottom were all made of blue crystals.
"where is this?"
Zhao Fan looked left and right in confusion. Just when he saw nothing, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
Zhao Fan turned around and saw a smiling woman standing behind him.
She is very good-looking, with big smart eyes, gentle brows and a hint of natural playfulness. She is slightly younger than herself, probably in her twenties.
The strange thing is that Zhao Fan is sure that he has never seen each other before, but at this moment, he feels a warm feeling, as if he is bathing in the sun in the cold winter.
"Fan'er." The woman put down her hand and said with a smile.
"You...are you?" Zhao Fan was stunned on the ground. He had an intuition that this was his mother, but he didn't dare to admit it, fearing that the other party was not her, and what would follow would be a disappointment like falling into an abyss.
"Bai Ling'er."
The woman took the initiative to hold Zhao Fan's hand, and she said softly: "This is what it was like after giving birth to you."
"Mother..." Zhao Fan cried uncontrollably.
"I really want to hug you when I was a child and grow up with you." Bai Ling'er held Zhao Fan's hand with one hand and stroked his hair with the other hand. "It's a pity that I can only grow up in the illusory river of time." , watching you grow silently. Now I am just a trace of lingering thoughts, which will dissipate in an hour."
"An hour?" Zhao Fan's heart seemed to be strangled by a ruthless pliers, as if he was suffocated. This made him cherish this short time even more.
He cried and laughed and asked, "Have you been looking at me since I was a kid?"
"Yes." Bai Ling'er glanced at the ground next to her, and a bench appeared out of thin air. She pulled Zhao Fan to sit down, "You didn't make my mother worry at all. I don't know how many times you made me sweat. .Fortunately, I became a god and ascended to the spiritual realm."
Zhao Fan smiled awkwardly, wiped away his tears and said, "It's all my fault. Be careful next time and not be reckless."
"Silly boy."
Bai Ling'er pinched Zhao Fan's nose and said, "Everything you did for my mother, I saw every scene. You have a son like this, which makes me, my mother, very proud."
