In the dreamy sea of purple flowers, eight figures lay quietly.
Continuous green branches and vines intertwined on these figures, blooming with snow-white flowers.
The figures lying in the sea of flowers seemed to be covered with clothes of green branches and snowflakes. On each face, there was peace and tranquility.
But the complexion on his face slowly darkened at a feeble speed visible to the naked eye, and was no longer as bright and clean as the monks. Then, the snow-white flowers on the branches and vines slowly grew buds, and slowly Blooming petals.
If you look carefully, you can see the green branches and vines, which are wrapped around the body. They are clearly piercing the flesh and blood, sucking the spiritual power.
Suddenly, among the eight figures lying in the sea of flowers, who had always been peaceful and quiet, the dark eyebrows on a jade-carved face wrinkled slightly, and the eyeballs moved under the heavy eyelids.
On the other side, there was a handsome face, the tip of his eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and the sword box behind him trembled slightly.
The purple flowers around seemed to be extremely afraid of the snow-white flowers. Near the figures lying in the sea of flowers, the purple flowers were lying low on the branches. Only around the girl in Qingshang, several purple flowers seemed to be swaying in the strong wind. .
As if extremely frightened, he struggled and quietly approached the girl in Qingshang. The purple petals touched the girl, and the light green leaves trembled and patted the girl.
Waves of danger, fear, and emotions of running away flowed into the girl's heart.
In the cave.
The young girl in Qingshang, holding a volume of "Book of Heavenly Secrets" in her hand, felt a strong sense of danger lingering in her heart.
When his eyes fell on the surprised and greedy faces of everyone, they felt a little bit unreal inexplicably.
Something must be wrong.
The smell of death on Luo Zhilan's body.
The crisis in the sea of flowers, they had just prepared to deal with the crisis, when the gold-eating human-faced wasp appeared immediately.
The cave opened directly without any mechanism. This was completely different from the previous situation.
All the things left by the owner here are exactly what everyone wants.
Although she had obtained the treasure and avoided the Gold-eating Human-Faced Bee, the sense of danger in her heart had not weakened at all, and had even become much stronger.
In other words, the flowers and plants here were not warning her about the Gold-Eating Human-Faced Bee, which meant that there must be other problems here.
Moreover, there is always a sense of unreality in Lingchu’s spiritual awareness.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Lingchu became.
A faint fragrance lingers faintly on the tip of the nose.
fragrance!
Lingchu suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at the sea of flowers several feet away, and his heart suddenly became clear.
The sea of flowers, that purple sea of flowers, is where everything begins.
The graceful figure flew by like a flying dragon in an instant, and returned to the sea of flowers again.
In just a few breaths, the overwhelming gold-eating human-faced bees in the sea of flowers disappeared without a trace.
Even on the ground, where there should have been corpses everywhere after being attacked by everyone, there was not even a single bee in sight.
Lingchu stretched out his hand neatly, and was about to cut off a small purple flower, but at the moment of contact, he felt the intermittent closeness and warning emotions coming from the purple flower, and the movement of his hand paused slightly.
Bend down close to the purple flower, and gently touch the delicate flower with the tip of your nose.
It's fresh and has no scent at all.
This sea of purple flowers is simply tasteless flowers!
There is something wrong with this fragrance!
Lingchu's clear eyes lit up, and his spiritual power instantly blocked his sense of smell, blocking all the senses of his physical body, and he closed his eyes and concentrated.
Stick to the sea of consciousness and keep your spiritual consciousness clear.
It was like breaking free from a restraint, or like a drowning person emerging from the water. In an instant, Lingchu felt as if a transparent film had been unveiled in front of his eyes, and a sense of clarity came to his heart.
In the sea of purple flowers, the girl in green clothes suddenly moved, and her clear eyes opened instantly on her jade-carved face.
There was a sense of relief in the sea of consciousness, and Lingchu opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt another sense of restraint.
Looking down, he saw that his limbs and body were all entangled with emerald green branches and vines. On his skin, there were waves of tingling pain, and the delicate snow-white flowers swayed gently in the wind.
Lingchu raised his eyes and saw small purple flowers.
Still tightly sealing his sense of smell, the glazed green lotus fire trembled slightly in his dantian, and the glazed flames flowed over Lingchu's body, burning all the snow-white flowers and green branches in an instant.
Lingchu, who seemed to be covered in flame feathers, touched the glazed green lotus fire with a faint smile and thanked him again in his heart.
The glazed green lotus fire jumped, silently put it away, and returned to the dantian.
Lingchu stood up and looked at the other seven figures lying beside him. His eyes fell on one of them, and his eyebrows were tinged with sadness.
She finally knew why she could sense the breath of death on a living person.
Three of these seven figures have no breath.
The two brothers from the Bai family, and...that beautiful female nun.
Although it is a pity, life and death are uncertain, and we are just strangers after all.
Lingchu sighed, his eyes falling on the snow-white flowers.
After squinting for a while, Lingchu dug out a thick book from his storage bag.
On it, there are five big characters written on it: "Flowers and Grasses".
Swish, swish, swish.
It was the sound of paper flying, and at a glance, Lingchu passed over the light yellow paper one by one, showing colorful and lifelike illustrations of various flowers and plants.
Finally stopped on one of the pages.
found it!
Lingchu's clear eyes lit up slightly, shining like the stars on a summer night.
"Like a flower."
A voice as clear and clear as a stream of bluestone sounded faintly from behind Lingchu, but it was like thunder, shocking Lingchu.
Qingluo Dieyi emerged subconsciously, Lingchu turned around suddenly and looked at the young man named Jiang who had woken up at some point.
When did he wake up?
What about the rest?
Lingchu's eyes fell on the others, and they still had a peaceful face.
"I just woke up, not as early as my fellow Taoist." The young man surnamed Jiang stood up and his eyes also fell on Luo Zhilan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Such a flower comes from a Buddhist saying. All conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew and lightning. They should be viewed like this." The young man like a green pine stretched out his slender hand and directly tore off the green branches and flowers on his body.
"This flower feeds on dreams. If the dreamer does not wake up, he will become the feed of this flower and fall into many dreams and cannot extricate himself. However, once he wakes up, even a three-year-old child will not smell its fragrance. It can also be easily destroyed.”
Such a flower has powerful dream-devouring power, but its body is extremely fragile.
Lingchu looked at the almost identical introductions in the collection of exotic flowers and exotic herbs. When the young man surnamed Jiang looked at the book, he coughed twice, flipped his hand, and collected the exotic flowers and exotic herbs. stand up.
