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Liluo bent slightly, looked at it for a long time, and the fingers that were withdrawn at his side couldn't help moving, and I wanted to feel the silkiness and texture of the petals soaked in water again. But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly set off on the side, and the headband on the bun on the top of the head was blown up, as if the hair could be blown apart in the next second. He subconsciously took a step back, turned his cheek away, and covered it diagonally with his hand.

But she hadn't thought about where the wind was blowing, and she tilted the back of her head slightly, but she saw the blooming flowers, standing straight and motionless in the wanton wind.

She frowned, and before she had time to delve into it, she felt the wind grow stronger. Obviously, there was not the slightest whistling of the wind, but it was like a sharp knife, cutting at people's bodies.

The back of her hand tingled, a little heat slipped through, and along the raised arm, her eyes, which were almost impossible to open by the wind, squinted slightly, and saw the bright red like a flower dripping like rain under the eaves, flowing down non-stop.

And it bleed.

My heart was suddenly vigilant, and I struggled to look that way, but I only saw a light butterfly, whirling there, with thin silver wings, in the sun, there was a kind of illusory beauty.

Is it?

The departure was a little uncertain, and he stepped back as if he was a little defensive.

There were a few whispers faintly in the distance, and she looked quickly, only to see the figures in the flowers dancing, as if they were fighting with all their might, but there was no figure in front of them.

Seeing this, I looked at the butterflies that had already fluttered and rested on the petals. She thought for a moment, lightened herself, and quietly stepped forward, stretching her hand forward, as if ready to pluck the flower. However, it was only this movement, and her hand was still at least a foot away from the flower branch, and the butterfly seemed to notice that it was flying, and its wings flapped lightly twice, almost invisibly, and the wind like a knife immediately blew.

She hurriedly raised her hand, but before she could avoid it, her wide-sleeved robe was torn by force.

The butterfly swirls around the flower, as if it is guarding.

Liluo carefully watched it while keeping a count in his mind and slowly retreated. He took a step back, and seemed to feel that she had no intention of coveting her, and fluttered down on the flower again.

There are flowers all around, why is this one the only one with butterflies......

Could it be that I came because I saw that she was close to this flower, so I was worried?

This butterfly that flew from nowhere could feel her emotions?

There was constant suspicion in my heart. Finally, Liluo took a deep look, picked up a short step again, and walked slowly inside.

Along the way, Liluo was not idle, walking and walking, he suddenly stretched out a paw and scratched the flowers next to him, and then, under the gust of wind, he stumbled and stumbled away, causing butterflies to fly all over the sky.

Viewed from above, this picture is more like the naughty work of an innocent child.

"It's kind of interesting. At the end of a round of competition, on the top floor of the wooden attic, I saw a scene from the light curtain, and I don't know who laughed and said, causing everyone to nod.

And in the valley, the mood of detachment is not so relaxed. After repeated temptations on the way, she was sure that the silver butterfly in the sea of flowers could feel people's thoughts and emotions. But whenever the idea of wanting to pick is born, they will appear in front of people in the next second.

The cracking wind that these butterflies fan is really difficult.

It stands to reason that in the case of spiritual power that cannot be used, everyone's situation is almost average. But in the end, the top ten people, except for her and Yun Wanshuang, are all second-order and have their own magic weapons. No matter whether the quality of the magic weapon is good or bad, it is made of rare treasures, even if it is useless to inject spiritual power into it and exert the greatest effect, just hold it and wave it twice at will, I am afraid that the deterrent effect is much stronger.

And that Yun Wanshuang, her magic weapons and methods, may be more than the other eight.

It seems that I'm afraid that she is in an awkward situation again.

Shaking her head helplessly, her hand unconsciously stroked the silk silk that was tucked in her sleeve because she was wearing a Taoist robe. If you really want to fight these butterflies, then you can only use this white silk to use some last martial arts to deal with it.

But......

Is this really the test?

Liluo stood quietly in place, watching the movements of the commotion and fighting everywhere in the sea of flowers, and hesitated.

For a moment, her face was calm, and she walked slowly to a flower. Grab the white silk with one hand and make a good gesture, but with the other hand it stretches straight to the stem of the flower, and pinchs the flower.

No matter how much she guessed the thoughts of the questioner, the task had already been explained, and she didn't seem to have a clue about anything else at the moment, so she had to try her best to find out.

And for now, the only thing she can do is try her best to calm her mind like water, not give birth to the slightest thought and mind, and completely empty herself.

Close, close.

She stared nervously at the stem, but just as her fingertips touched the stem, the wind wreaked!

It's too late!

Almost instantly, she had a judgment. Without hesitation at all, Liluo kicked his toes with his strength, flew backwards, and at the same time, the white silk flew out!

The wind was cold, and without the support of spiritual power, the white silk seemed to be broken, and it turned around completely, and then came back.

Jumping up and picking it up, she gritted her teeth and strained her wrist, ready to try again, but unexpectedly, a faint but familiar stinging pain came from her wrist, causing her figure to stop suddenly.

This is......

She raised her hand and looked at the sleeves slipping down, and on her narrow wrists, the lustre white jade bracelet, her eyes were a little suspicious.

Since the last Pingcheng incident, she has known about the worn-out bracelet that cannot be taken off, and she can still sense the dead air.

But how can there be such a thing in the midst of trials now?

She couldn't help but look around, but there was nothing but a sea of flowers.

The butterfly that was still in the distance just now had flown half the distance towards her, but because of this interruption, she had no fighting spirit on her body, which made the butterfly a little confused. flew in place twice, and did not strike again, probably because he was not at ease, and did not fly far, but stopped on the flower.

Dead air.

She pondered in her heart.

This is a forbidden place of nothingness, and this time as a place of trial, every grass and tree in it has been inspected by the elders. They are no more than ordinary immortal cultivators, after years of precipitation, they have already understood the past and the present, and they know a lot. How could they not detect such an existence as Dead Air?

Could it be that she was just overly sensitive?

Liluo tilted his head, bit his lip, and hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, she left the place, and under the cover of her sleeve, her left hand gripped the bracelet of her right hand tightly, completely ignoring the butterflies and flowers behind her, and walked in with the sensation that seemed to be attached to the pulse and tingling.

Whether it's an accident in a trial, or a pre-existing existence. Death, this thing that she has always been afraid of, she will never let go of the slightest suspicion and ignore it.