The crematorium of the beautiful empresses chasing their husbands

Mo Lin still made lotus seed soup for the four girls as before, but not so frequently, basically once every two or three days. His condition has improved a lot because of this.

That day, the four girls were eating, and Leng Youshuang suddenly started crying.

"I miss my parents..."

The other three girls came forward to comfort her, but they were still young and soon they were infected and started crying.

They originally had a happy life, but the sudden change made them lose everything, their relatives and friends, and they could only rely on Mo Lin here.

Mo Lin saw it and felt very distressed. He didn't know how to comfort them, and his mind was working fast.

Although you have lost your parents, you still have me. I can completely replace your parents... I'm afraid that they will cry even harder if I say this.

Mo Lin sighed in his heart and hugged the four girls who were crying together.

"No matter what happens, I will always be your brother. Now I will take care of you for your uncle and aunt. When you become strong, reach the realm of God, and can stand on your own, you can go find your parents."

Their parents are probably gone, but... who can say for sure? It is possible that they are still alive.

"Well, we won't cry anymore. Come on, everyone. We can definitely become strong and find our parents." Dongfang Qinglian is the strongest girl. She clenched her fist and comforted everyone.

"Well! We can do it!" Bai Zhirou said with a firm face

"Brother Mo, you are the best." Zhu Ling'er rubbed against Mo Lin.

Leng Youshuang pointed her finger, "Brother Mo, can you go with us then?"

"Okay, I will go with you then." Mo Lin replied with a smile.

"Mom and Dad... We went to look for them later, but..."

"Yes, they were gone at that time in the mirror..."

"Later, the four of us worked together to destroy the Netherworld Sect that attacked our Four Saints that day."

"Brother Mo... He has always done the responsibilities that our parents should do..." Dongfang Qinglian's face was complicated.

"Yes... Why did we take it for granted at that time..." Bai Zhirou's cold face was a little distorted because of the pain in her heart.

"Yes... He obviously... doesn't owe us anything..." Zhu Ling'er murmured in a low voice...

It's us... who owe him.

...

Another year passed, and the four girls were twelve years old, and their cultivation level also went from the Slave Realm to the Master Realm.

But Mo Lin's cultivation level has been stuck in the Spirit Realm, without any progress.

But with such a large daily consumption, it is not easy for him to maintain his original realm, let alone go to the next level.

The spiritual power he absorbed was used to assist the girls through the Tao Rhyme of the Earth.

During the day, when the four girls were practicing, Mo Lin would also enter the practice state, but he would condense his spiritual energy and feed it back to the four girls through the connection established with them by the Tao Rhyme of Earth, accelerating their practice speed.

Although Mo Lin was in the Spirit Realm, his absorption and transformation speed of spiritual energy even reached the speed of the Sect Realm or the Venerable Realm, but most of his energy was used to lay the foundation for the four girls, without quickly raising them up.

Now the girls' improvement seems a little slow, but in the future, they will hardly encounter bottlenecks before breaking through to the Emperor Realm.

Mo Lin also used this year to transform this small hill into a state suitable for their practice.

Using the knowledge in those classics and his own blood, he arranged a simplified version of the Four Saints Formation, which was specifically used to assist the four saints in bloodline practice.

Although it was a simplified version, with Mo Lin's blood and Tao Rhyme of Earth, it was not much worse than the original version.

Outside the mirror, even though they had seen it many times, every time they saw Mo Lin release his own blood, the hearts of the four female emperors would twitch a few times.

"This Four Sacred Formation... was also set up by Brother Mo..." Dongfang Qinglian's face was sad.

"He... has been using his blood to irrigate us to grow up..." Bai Zhirou said tremblingly, and then stopped talking, gently supporting her chest with her hands.

"I... I don't know... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Zhu Ling'er didn't know what she thought of, and began to apologize desperately.

Leng Youshuang didn't say anything, and her star-shaped pupils were now occupied by tears, without that kind of lively color.

"Speaking of which, Brother Mo, the artifacts of our four tribes are still with us." Leng Youshuang said inadvertently while pestering Mo Lin to tell a story.

"Artifacts, do you have them?" Mo Lin had an impression that he had seen them in the classics, and if he remembered correctly, these artifacts should have a use that they can use now.

"Yes, it's in our bag"Hey, Brother Mo doesn't usually come into our room." Leng Youshuang said innocently.

"Is that so? Okay, I got it." Mo Lin nodded and wrote it down.

Mo Lin returned to the room, searched for a while in the spirit ring, and took out a book.

He quickly finished reading it, and had an idea in his mind. While the girls were sleeping at night, he quietly entered the girls' room and searched around.

After a while, he found the four recorded artifacts.

Dongfang Qinglian's was a dragon horn, Bai Zhirou's was a tiger tooth, Zhu Ling'er's was a feather, and Leng Youshuang's was a small piece of tortoise shell.

These are the fragments left by the four saints of the ancient mythical beasts. They are all beyond the emperor-level creation of the world, and the things they left behind are naturally extraordinary.

Even if it is a fragment, it is worthy of the name of a god. The name of the instrument.

Mo Lin returned to the room quietly and took a large basin and put it on the table.

At the age of fourteen, he had grown a lot taller and the amount of blood in his body was much more than before.

He gently cut his right arm and cut a big wound.

Mo Lin circulated his spiritual power, and the blood in his body flowed out quickly. As the blood in the basin increased, his face became paler and paler.

Seeing that it was almost enough, Mo Lin simply stopped the bleeding for himself. Usually, he relied on his self-healing ability to heal small wounds in a short time. For larger wounds, he had to stop the bleeding first and wait for healing.

Mo Lin put the four artifacts into the basin filled with blood one by one, tapped his fingertips, and the four The golden light ball fell on the four artifacts.

The artifacts began to absorb Mo Lin's blood quickly, and as the golden light ball penetrated, they burst into dazzling golden light.

Mo Lin's blood was quickly absorbed, but Mo Lin could feel that they were not "full" yet.

Mo Lin tore open the hemostatic bandage and re-opened the wound. Blood continued to flow out. Mo Lin was extremely weak at this moment, and he just relied on the pain of the wound to keep himself from falling.

Finally, when the four artifacts felt that they were almost "full", Mo Lin breathed a sigh of relief and bandaged the tourniquet again.

But the next moment, his eyes went black and he fell directly to the ground.

Mo Lin took a long time to relax, He barely stood up, took the four artifacts, and walked towards the four girls' rooms.

Looking at their sleeping little faces, Mo Lin's pale face also showed a doting smile.

He first took out the dragon horn and placed it on Dongfang Qinglian's forehead.

The golden light in his hand enveloped the artifact, and soon, the dragon horn was integrated into Dongfang Qinglian's body.

Mo Lin then used it to integrate the remaining artifacts into Zhu Ling'er, Bai Zhirou, and Leng Youshuang's bodies.

As the tortoise shell slowly merged into Leng Youshuang's body, Mo Lin breathed a sigh of relief, staggered a little, and left the room lightly.

"With the help of these four artifacts, I have a much greater chance of letting them ascend to the throne." Mo Lin returned to his room with some difficulty, and fell directly on the bed as soon as he returned, muttering.

Mo Lin looked at the bandaged wound on his arm and thought about it.

"This matter... and the matter of the blood lotus seeds... It's better not to let them know, so as not to worry them."