Chapter 1390 The new vitality mourns the emperor's realm, and the ghost hunter holds up his lantern when he stops.

The lamentation of the emperor.

This place has continuous rain all year round and a howling cold wind. There are only two seasons in a year, one is the cloudy season and the other is the rainy season.

The sky here is always dark.

The world is sheltered under a huge canopy of trees.

The few lights struggled to squeeze in through the dense branches and leaves.

Different from the other four holy emperor secret realms, the Ming Ming Emperor Realm gives people a cold and sentimental feeling.

Being here will always make people think too much, and if you are not careful, you will sink into a sea of ​​emotions.

Either sad or sad.

Anything more would be anger and panic.

To be able to find emotions like "joy" in this place, one must start as a semi-saint.

This is the Ming Ming Emperor Realm, the inheritance place of the Holy Emperor's Northern Clan, a place where even the other four families are usually unwilling to set foot.

The Bei clan people occupy these secret realms of the Holy Emperor to practice, but their number is not large.

To say that it was passed down by one lineage is a bit too much. If it was passed down by one lineage and passed down ten times, it can probably be summarized very accurately.

By the time of Bei Huai's generation, counting down, there were no more than a hundred people with the real surname Bei in the entire imperial realm.

Moreover, most of these Bei clan people want to go out and don't like to stay in the realm of the Ming Ming Emperor.

Just like the New Seven Swordsmen Beibei, he grew up in the Yunshan Emperor of the Holy Emperor Hua Clan.

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Great Sophora japonica.

This is an old locust tree that is ten feet tall. It has lush dark green branches and a thick black trunk. It is very ordinary.

Apart from being old, it has no other characteristics worth mentioning. It seems to have returned to its original nature and disappeared among the trees.

The old locust tree has taken root here and has a history of trillions of years. After countless eras, its roots have penetrated into the entire Ming Ming Emperor Realm and can carry this world at any time to walk in the fragmented flow of time and space.

Its crown projection is the source of the darkness that blocks the skylight, and is also a direct expression of Beihuahuai’s sentimental character.

After all, one thought of the Holy Emperor can affect the entire world.

To a large extent, Bei Huai took over the status of the Holy Emperor of the Bei clan and signed a contract with Da Shi Huai.

His inner reflection shows this mournful imperial state.

In front of a very tall old locust tree, there was squatting a young man in white clothes and bare feet. His face was like a jade, and his eyes were gazing at a young grass that had no light or shadow under the tree but stubbornly broke out of the ground.

"Life is so great..."

He murmured silently, his eyes as dead as a dry well, showing no signs of life.

But in the surrounding area, there are all kinds of slightly noisy sounds that are incompatible with the Ming Ming Emperor Realm.

"Hey~" He put his belly against the branch, folded himself in half on the locust tree playing with his feet, licked his fingernails and smelled the smell, showed a disgusted expression, and continued to lick and smell, enjoying it endlessly.

"Hee hee." There was a plump little Huaihuai who was sitting on a wooden horse under the tree and playing rocking music. He grabbed the two handles of the wooden horse and tilted it up and down, enjoying himself.

"Yohoo--" There was a Sophora japonica that was swinging on the swing. Under the push of another Sophora japonica who was working as a coolie behind, it rolled around the branches, and finally hit the Sophora japonica that was picking its feet, and they both fell down.

"Hahaha, fun, fun..."

"Oh, you're looking for a beating, aren't you?"

"Kill me! Ah ah ah, kill me, otherwise I will kill you!"

There is Bei Huai who disguises herself as a man, there is Bei Huai who is looking for trouble to step on others' toes, and there is Bei Huai who is fighting to vent his energy...

Wherever it is, nothing is there.

Under the Great World Sophora japonica, in addition to the dazzling array of Northern Sophora japonica, there are also various huge corpses of ghosts and beasts.

They have been disposed of randomly, some have become nutrients for the locust tree, some still need to be studied, some still have the breath of life and are trembling.

The only one with empty eyes, the white-clothed Sophora japonica, who was looking at the grass, was actually the most normal one among all the strange-shaped Sophora japonica trees.

Of course, it is also the most abnormal thing - he lacks the seven emotions and six desires that humans should have.

In fact, all the locust trees around are the incarnations of the Holy Emperor's thoughts in white robes.

Different from other half-saints and saint emperors, each incarnation of the saint emperor's thoughts in Beihuai has their own unique character, will, and temper.

Some are arrogant, some are depressed, some are crazy, and some are playboys...

Bei Huai has been a sentimental person since he was a child, and he is also a person with a strong desire to explore.

Throughout his life, all his wild ideas were realized, and finally he came to the essential issue of "life".

To this end, he made many research attempts, and also incorporated many "Northern Sophora japonica" as his own, and then separated them.

He still never got an answer that satisfied him.

Life seems to be an endless research topic, and Beihuai's interest has not diminished to this day.

Sitting under the tree, with his back against the Great Sophora japonica, Bei Huai, dressed in white and barefoot, curled up his knees, pulled out a roll of yellowed notes from his waist, and bit out a pen.

The cover of the note is very rough, or it can be said that there is no cover, but there are a few large words written on the first page:

"Bei Huai's Life Research Diary."

There is also a small red flower on the lower left, probably drawn by a naughty little Bei Huai.

Half of the notes were turned over, and the young man picked up the pen and wrote down the words very quickly:

"In the year 13233 of the ancient Sophora japonica calendar, the weather was cloudy and breezey."

"The air in the mountains is still fresh, and the breeze is mixed with raindrops, bringing with it the fragrance of the soil after yesterday's rain, which makes people feel happy ()"

"The birth of life is always worth celebrating. I want to record it. Today, Aya broke ground (o~o)"

"Aya's talent is very high, and I have great expectations for her. However, when she was born, she only had the aura of a first-grade elixir, which made me a little disappointed (><)"

"For Aya's third reincarnation, I specially used a drop of the blood of Jinling Dragon to reverse the scale, three grains of the powder of the World Breaking Fruit of the Three Worlds, and the source of immortality for watering for ninety-nine and eighty-one days... I carefully cared for her and did not let her suffer.

The catastrophe, let alone let her be ruined by the Beihuai people... The materials used were all holy-level spiritual objects. After she was born, she only had a first-grade aura. Maybe my requirements for her were too high. I should reflect on this... (==

)"

Beihuai, who is dressed in white and barefoot, is very focused in writing.

The last paragraph lasted three pages, detailing the process of "Aya's" third reincarnation.

When he was about to stop writing, a scream suddenly came from beside him:

"Ah? How can you eat her? She is so pitiful."

Bei Huai was startled, and when he glanced around, he found that Bei Huai, who had just been playing rocking on the wooden horse, was now lying on Aya's grave.

And the corpse of Aya, the first-grade spiritual grass that had just broken through the ground, was swallowed up.

Bei Huai opened his mouth, his eyes twitched a little, and soon the corners of his lips were slightly raised to both sides.

He continued to write in "Bei Huai's Life Research Diary":

"It's very interesting that Aya's birth actually piqued Ale's interest - she was eaten!"

"The weak eat the strong and the fittest survive. This is the law of the forest. I will not interfere too much, let alone punish them. Although Ale's actions did make me angry, it was only a little bit."

"It is worth mentioning that A Le is a fool. He was not interested in other living beings before. He is a loner and only likes wooden horses."

"A Le, take half the remaining soul of Jiang Buyi, the half-saint of Puxuanjiang clan in the Northern Territory, mix it with spiritual powder, and rejuvenate your body with pollen. It is born from the body of the ghost beast Changyi - Changyi is a big snake, in the realm of Taixu.

"

"Perhaps it's because Chang Yi is too weak that Ah Le couldn't be born originally. For this reason, I added the powder of Sophora japonica. This process of course destroyed the spirituality of Sophora japonica and prevented accidents from increasing research variables."

"The accident happened as expected."

"After A Le was born, he only liked the wooden horses made from the branches of the Sophora japonica tree and rocking music. He was not interested in anything else and could not even speak."

"Today he ate Ah Ya, and my world has light. This means that Ah Ya must have a certain specialness..."

After writing this, Bei Huai stopped writing.

He grabbed twice behind his back and pulled out another thick, yellowed notebook.

The first page is the book cover, with several large characters written on it:

"The record book of the Sophora japonicas."

Opening the "Record Manual", Bei Huai, who was dressed in white and barefoot, quickly read through all the basic life information about "A Ya", "A Le", and even "Chang Yi".

After comparing what he had in his memory and finding that there were no gaps, he checked, added, deleted, and improved the details.

When I just finished writing this, there was the sound of "ta da da" footsteps next to me.

Bei Huai looked up and saw little A Le, who was already chubby at just one month old, happily running back and forth around the wooden horse with his two short legs and his head in his arms.

This is so abnormal!
To be continued...