The petals were multiplying, led by the breeze, fluttering down from the trees, and one by one the mischievous elves landed on their feet and gently and carefully touched this realm that had never been reached, and fell on the ground, but they were silently blown up by the wind, and drifted with the wind to the shoulders of the man in black, and pieces fell on the shoulders of the eagle with a hint of warmth, and some of them also fell on his black hair on his shoulders, playful and lovely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the eagle's eyes were looking deeply at the sudden appearance of the cherry blossom tree, was it his hallucination, and when he entered the inner room again, he had already surveyed the surroundings, and clearly remembered that it was empty, and the tree had not appeared at all.

And it appeared there silently, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

He thought to himself that it was because he had broken into this space and lifted some seal that the hidden cherry blossom tree suddenly appeared.

Now, standing in the distance, he knew very well that the cherry blossom tree hanging on the edge of the cliff was real. It was precisely because of the petal in his hand, the petal caught from the flying air, the lines were clear and the color was fresh, and there was a trace of residual warmth on it, everything was telling him that the cherry blossoms were real, and he seemed to be really because he touched something, and the invisible cherry blossom tree standing outside appeared in his field of vision.

He walked forward without hesitation, slowly approaching with a steady breath, thinking as he went, since there was also a cherry blossom tree here, did that mean it would be the cherry blossom tree in his dreams.

It's just that when he approached, he subconsciously looked up, it was empty, there was no shade of flowers, he could see everything on the tree, and it was clear to the tidbits on the top of the tree, he couldn't help but show a hint of amusement, thinking that he was thinking too simply, how could he find what he was looking for so easily!

This tree is only the size of a person's body, how can it be similar to the big tree in the dream.

He raised his eyes and looked up, the cherry blossom petals on the side were intricately broken, small and exquisite, and the wind swept through the branches and brought down a group of flying powder rain that had passed in an instant, and suddenly the flowers on the trees began to wither, and they all fell from the trees in an uproar, until they left behind the desolate branches, and there were no bare patches of powder.

But he was quick to find that the tidbits had fallen to the right of the cliff, and under the dark and bottomless cliff, like a huge whirlpool, quickly swallowed up the powder rain and disappeared into the darkness.

All this happened very quickly, and before he could retract his sight, the bare branches on one side were instantly blown away by the wind, melting into the wind and turning into fine dust.

He looked at this sudden scene suspiciously, it had not been a long time since he approached the cherry blossom tree, but during this time he saw a blooming cherry blossom tree instantly turn into dust and disappear without a trace, and there was no trace of any passive even on the place where it had been rooted, there was nothing there before.

His dark eyes darkened, and he thought about all this quietly, his instincts were often correct, but this time he was really puzzled, even the illusions in the Six Realms he could distinguish them one by one. He firmly believed that the cherry blossom tree just now was not conjured by illusion, it was real, and there was a faint aura on its body, which was the aura that belonged to the tree itself, just like the blood of human beings, it had flesh and blood and could breathe.

If it's not an illusion, there is only one reason for all this, and that is that the cherry blossom tree is a doppelganger, using its own aura to create a breathing spiritual object, and at the same time, it can also be withdrawn at any time.

He had seen this forbidden spell in ancient books, since it was called forbidden art, it means that this spell is a kind of extremely harmful ontological aura, it may need more than half or all of the aura to practice this spell, but it is often a hundred times more harmful, if you can't practice it, the aura will be damaged, and the body will be damaged, and the original spirit will not be reincarnated.

Soul solving requires a strong aura to be cultivated, but the days are long and boring, not only to divide the spirit to fill the qi, but also to use a drop of their own blood to nurture the spirit of the spirit to be released, the wound can not be repaired, the fast will also take ten years, the slow may be a hundred years, until the aura is lost.

The harm of soul solving is accumulated over time, not formed quickly, the reason why it is called one of the forbidden arts, is because it tests a person's patience the most, that is the heart that needs to last, lonely for a long time will have such determination to cultivate, and must not give up within ten years, this is to test oneself.

With a clear understanding of what he had just seen, the eagle took a few steps closer to the edge of the cliff, lowered his head and looked calmly below, and the roaring sound like a beast poured into his ears, and the harshness made people uncomfortable, but the eagle did not blink a moment, and still stared straight at the black paint.

He looked at the bottomless cliff quietly, his tightly knit brows suddenly and slowly relaxed, his deep and calm eyes were bright, as if he had thought of something, his mouth was slightly hooked, and he pouted with a fleeting smile.

In the next second, he took a step without hesitation, one foot had already stretched out of the cliff edge, and the other foot stood steadily on the side, the curvature of the red lips getting deeper and deeper. Then he retracted the outstretched foot, but soon he jumped lightly, and the whole figure jumped directly off the cliff, and the feather coat fell, and resolutely jumped into the bottomless black whirlpool, and the black clothes were drowned in the black darkness.

The cliff seemed to be quiet, and the ashes were still lying quietly, and the pillars in the corridor had fallen back to their original places at some point, one, two, three, four, and one still fell diagonally at the beginning of the corridor.

Everything was still the same, as if no one had ever been there, and there was silence.

however

The duck that jumped to the bottom of the cliff had stood on the ground safely at this time, and since then, he seemed to have jumped into a black fog that he couldn't see anything, and he had already planned in his heart that it might be a long time to reach the bottom, but what he didn't expect was that the black fog quickly dissipated, and the clear light shone in his eyes, and what made him stunned was that in just a few seconds, he stood on this cliff.

When he looked up in confusion, it was still dark, as if there was a protective film blocking it, someone had done it on purpose, and he first guessed that this was it.

However, while he was still pondering, there was a small sound in his ears, and it was impossible to make out what it was, but there was only one road where he was, so he walked towards the place where the light was gathered.

Walking to the light, the sound became clearer and clearer, it seemed to be the sound of running water, there was actually water down there, the more he thought about it, the more curious he became.

Finally, he stepped past the light and leaped into the place where it came from.