Weisheng Mengdie seemed to have something to rely on, and walked to Xuanyuan Mingyue's side condescendingly, sneered with his nose, and said: "Isn't this Xuanyuan Mingyue, the flower of our capital, I see that you are usually very proud, but everything will be different today," Weisheng Mengdie smiled gloomily, "Later, you will know what despair is." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After listening to the words of Weisheng Dream Butterfly, Xuanyuan Mingyue felt a loud alarm bell in her heart, took out the dagger she carried with her, held it tightly in her hand, and stared at Weisheng Dream Butterfly.

Who knows, Weisheng Dream Butterfly's gaze did not stay on Mingyue at all, but just looked at a place in the forest proudly.

Following the gaze of the micro-dream butterfly, I saw a group of bright red butterflies, burning with fierce flames, flying towards the three white butterflies they had cultivated. The white butterfly looked panicked, flapping its wings, flying desperately, but not knowing where it was going.

Oops, it seems that the micro-living dream butterfly has already learned how to control the spirit disk, and what she has is the extremely pure fire spirit root.

Thinking about it, Xuanyuan Mingyue bit her lip tightly, if you say, the bright red flowers on the branches of the micro-born dream butterfly represent her spiritual roots as fire. There can only be one explanation for the pure white color on his own branches, the ethereal root.

Although he didn't understand why his spiritual root was no longer the familiar wood spirit root in his previous life, Xuanyuan Mingyue still knew something about this ethereal spiritual root.

The ethereal root, as the name suggests, indicates that one's spiritual root is a blank piece of paper. This explains the mixed feelings. Happily, Mingyue can choose the spiritual root attribute at will, and there is no limit. The worry is that the ethereal root is extremely slow to advance, which is also the reason why those white butterflies stop while flying.

If this continues, his spirit butterfly will die.

I had to do this, even if I was reborn at the age of thirteen or fourteen, I didn't have any spiritual power, but I remembered the moves that I practiced martial arts in my previous life. Cultivating immortals is not just spells. Moreover, this time, she didn't have the same strength as when she was pushed into the deep tan, due to the influence of the miasma.

With a slightly jerky twist, Xuanyuan Mingyue had already choked the throat of the micro-living dream butterfly, raised the dagger and aimed it at the micro-living dream butterfly, and Mingyue said loudly: "Let your spirit butterfly stop." It seems that Xuanyuan Mingyue will not make a move, and Weisheng Mengdie looks indifferent.

Xuanyuan Mingyue was not annoyed, but the dagger in his hand gently turned to the cheeks of Weisheng Mengdie's cheeks, which were as white as jade, and he was about to slash away.

The group of red fire butterflies seemed to be frightened by something, and they scurried around, and the white butterflies who were surrounded took advantage of this gap and also escaped from the round-up of the fire butterflies.

Weisheng Mengdie only felt that her heart was pounding, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on her forehead because of nervousness: "Xuanyuan Mingyue, I didn't expect you to be so despicable." ”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mingyue smiled angrily, "In terms of meanness, I can't compare to your micro-dream butterfly," put away the dagger, Mingyue's voice did not contain a trace of emotion: "If you don't want to be disfigured, just take your spirit butterfly out of my sight." ”

As if thinking of some past events, Xuanyuan Mingyue twisted the neckline of Weisheng Mengdie, and added word by word: "Let you go, it's not that I'm hypocritical." I just don't want to let myself fall into this filthy quagmire and can't extricate myself. Hello for yourself. ”

Weisheng Mengdie ran away as if she had seen a ghost, hiding from Xuanyuan Mingyue, far away.

Those snow-white spirit butterflies flapped their wings and fluttered undulatingly, rushing into the mist with Xuanyuan Mingyue and heading in the direction of the exit.

The mist gradually became thinner, and there was a towering locust tree in front of him, which was full of purple locust flowers, bunches and clusters, elegantly hanging among the dense branches and leaves of the ancient locust, fragrant, sweet and thick.

As the snow-white spirit butterfly circled around the ancient locust several times, a big hole cracked in the trunk of the locust tree. The spirit butterfly saw the entrance and flew in happily. Xuanyuan Mingyue raised his eyes and saw that the cave was dark and endless, only the spirit butterfly was covered with a faint fluorescence, which was precious in the darkness.

Without much pause, Xuanyuan Mingyue followed the spirit butterfly down to the unfathomable and infinitely dark cave. There seems to be a slippery and soft feeling when stepping on the ground, and the space for walking seems to be very narrow, and Xuanyuan Mingyue will accidentally touch the stone wall next to him.

I really can't guess what this place looks like, although the spirit butterfly has its own fluorescence, its light is too faint. Mingyue can only see it, and she doesn't lose it, that's all.

Ten turns and nine curves in the cave, without a trace of light, chasing the spirit butterfly, Xuanyuan Mingyue groped forward, still hitting walls everywhere.

Suddenly, the light was shining, and the eyes that had adapted to the darkness felt endless stinging, and Xuanyuan Mingyue couldn't stop covering his eyes.

When she opened it again, Xuanyuan Mingyue was so shocked that she couldn't breathe, and her heart felt a little twitching.

The cave is full of snakes. On the top of their heads, on the stone walls on their sides, and on the paths under their feet, they are densely packed, tens of thousands, like noodles in a bowl, one by one, climbing, pressing, and then each other, and it is impossible to distinguish the beginning and the end.

Xuanyuan Mingyue took the trouble to pull one foot out of the snake pile, but found that she couldn't get off her foot at all. I finally knew where the slippery and soft feeling under my feet came from, but the snakes were getting more and more inside.

The strange thing is that the snake group that has been deeply guarded by Xuanyuan Mingyue has not launched an attack at all.

Thinking of this, I thought that I had just stepped on these snakes and walked so far in the cave, and nothing happened. Xuanyuan Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, stepped into the group of snakes in compromise, chased the spirit butterfly, and walked forward with difficulty.

There are really more and more of these snakes, just over the ankles, which will drown the calves. Fortunately, these snakes only cared about the pile and did not climb on their bodies, otherwise, Xuanyuan Mingyue felt that she really was, hey, it was hard to say.

Following the spirit butterfly for a while, Xuanyuan Mingyue felt that it seemed that centuries had passed, but fortunately, the number of snakes was gradually decreasing. The cave also became open.

Xuanyuan Mingyue didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, but found that there was a behemoth in front of him, this snake was too big, its head was as high as two Xuanyuan Mingyue, at this moment it was twisting its soft body, and it was opening its bloody mouth, provocatively spitting out letters towards Xuanyuan Mingyue. At that moment, the light in the cave vanished.

Leaning over the wall, Xuanyuan Mingyue could hear her heartbeat, if she turned around and went back now, the hole was narrow, and the giant python would definitely not be able to pass through.

Eyes chased the clear and immaculate spirit butterfly, and it still flew forward fearlessly. When he was just rounded up by the fire butterflies of the micro-dream butterfly, Xuanyuan Mingyue remembered the panic of these white butterflies.

No, these are not sinister things, if not illusions.

That's trust, and it's faith.

Looking at the spirit butterfly, Xuanyuan Mingyue no longer hesitated. Chasing the spirit butterfly, there was no pause.