Thousand Cliff Mountain, Butterfly Valley.

Since the Valley of the Butterflies has become the base camp of the Ink Dye Cloth Commander, it has become a paradise-like place, and there are no more humans walking in it, and the life of the Moon Butterfly Clan is leisurely and comfortable, even if they are peaceful and accept to coexist peacefully with humans, in the end, there are still no human beings to come freely.

Now, although human beings are still not extinct in the Butterfly Valley, they are few and pitiful, these moon butterflies with some "house" attributes actually don't like to go out, they can't shrink out in the Butterfly Valley, and they close their doors and live their own small lives.

The reality is that since the return of the ink-dyed clothes, not only outsiders have rarely seen the moon butterfly, but even the people of the Hanyu Palace have not seen these winged little things for a long time, and the entire Youdie Valley is shrouded by a thick and dense wall of flowers and plants, from the bottom to the top, impermeable, leaving only a hole in the top air that cannot be closed.

From a distance, the entire Youdie Valley is like a "garlic" woven by flowers and plants.

The disciples of the Zhan Tang patrol the surroundings from time to time with the Heavenly Demon Worm, whether it is a person or the boss with the eyes of the worm, and the ears are eager to grow two more inches long, as long as they find someone approaching, as long as they are not the brothers of the Zhan Tang, regardless of whether they are from the same door or an outsider, they will drink people away with a fierce face.

Therefore, Zhantang received a number of complaints, but it was a pity that their big boss didn't take such to heart, who would dare to take this trivial matter to his old man and say, a violent beating is light, cough cough, that is a physical cultivation with explosive combat effectiveness. No one dared to touch his old man's moldy head.

In the retreat of the second boss, these people are doing their best to ensure the safety of the second boss, complaining? You can hand it in and try it!

The other captains are superb. All of them played a good set of Tai Chi hands, pushed it clean, said that this matter did not belong to the scope of their own responsibilities Yunyun, and in the end, no one had a way to do anything about the Zhan Tang, use their mouths, people directly ignored it, and said that they were angry and did it. Let's do it, uh, it's really not an opponent.

Further in. It is one of the very few disciples in the war hall who has contracted the sword sting, and as the "new weapon" of the war hall, it has attracted much attention after only one appearance, after all, the fierce reputation of the sword sting is there. There has been a lot of concern. In order to be able to adapt to the battle with the sword sting as soon as possible, this group of people practiced diligently, and it was best to hide outside the Butterfly Valley, there were people outside to help patrol, and they could be stationed outside the Butterfly Valley as a second barrier.

The innermost is a hundred bluebells transplanted from the entrance of Qianya Mountain, not to mention people, not even a single insect to find a crack to get into.

It can be described as a layer of checks. Heavily defended.

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In the Butterfly Valley, all the moon butterflies spread their hands flat. A reverent gaze on the sky.

The moonlight fell from above on time, except for this area bathed in the moonlight, the rest of the place was pitch black, and looking through the afterglow of the moonlight, you could see that the entire Butterfly Valley seemed to have lost its vitality, the lush plants were languishing, all the spiritual flowers were gone, and the tall trees were twisted and cracked as if they had been drained.

Looking carefully, Yuedie's spirit was not very good, and her white and tender little face was full of exhaustion.

When they were completely enveloped in the moonlight, they stretched out their hands to embrace the moonlight, and this tired color was swept away, and they became radiant again, but this state did not last long.

In the center of the valley, and also the center of the moonlight, a huge black cocoon floats there quietly, the cocoon is black with silver light, constantly shooting at the moon butterfly and bounces back quickly, every time the silver light returns from the moon butterfly, the moon butterfly is weak, and the aura around the body is also dimmed.

The silver light not only shot at these moon butterflies, but also radiated irregularly to the surroundings, and the affected plants became more and more withered, and the entire Butterfly Valley became what it is now.

Under the black cocoon, the ink dyed clothes sat on the ground with a pale face, the handprint technique, the fingertips lit out a firelight, and the black cocoon was burned without hurry, and after a long time, a little thick black dripped from the black cocoon, seeping into the black spar below.

In the black spar, a lotus seed is wrapped in a thin layer of firelight, and every time a thick black drop falls, it is like adding fuel to the fire, causing the fire to burn.

The lotus seed cracked in the fire again and again, and slowly gave birth to a young shoot, which was actually the red and black color of different fire lotus seeds.

The night passed, and the red sun rose into the sky.

The other hand of the ink-dyed clothes brushed the soul tower on his waist.

A wisp of ghost fluttered out, and without saying a word, he stood under the black cocoon and let go of the Yin Burning Spirit Fire hidden in his body.

After being replaced, the ink-dyed clothes withdrew the spiritual fire, carefully swallowed a spiritual pill, closed his eyes and dissolved the medicinal power, the warm pill liquid moistened the meridians of the whole body, and the paleness on his face gradually faded with the exercises.

"One more day." She opened her eyes and whispered.

It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be talking to the ghost who is being burned by the burning yin spirit fire.

"A qiē is very smooth, master." Lori, whose face was full of pain, forced a smile and assured her.

Far from eliminating the Yin Burning Spiritual Fire in her body, the Extreme Cold Ice would only anger the Spiritual Fire and make it even more raging.

Yang Tong Qianxin felt more unbearable pain one after another, and no longer dared to have a private heart, and tried his best to help the ghost butterfly reshape his soul body.

Even with a ghost treasure such as "Taichi Qinglian Ghost Scroll", a layman in ink dyed clothes still can't understand the tricks, the ghost road is strange and dangerous, and it is not well known by ordinary monks, not to mention the Hanyu Palace, which is not deep.

Fortunately, there is Yang Tong Qianxin, the Yang Tong family has practiced ghost Taoism for generations, and she is an expert in this area, and there is no problem in pointing out ink and dyeing clothes, as long as she honestly tells everything she knows.

"If you dare to lie to me, you know the consequences." Her eyes flashed, her heart moved slightly, and Yang Tong Qianxin, who was connected to the contract, immediately felt something, and she seemed to be tightly bound by something, as if she could crush her soul body at once.

His heart was shocked, and his tone was even more humble, "The slave doesn't dare, the next day and night will be the time to return to the soul." ”

Yang Tong Qianxin only felt that the restraints on his body disappeared in an instant, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help praying in his heart, hoping that the ghost butterfly could survive this catastrophe, otherwise, he was afraid that he would really be buried with it.

Ink-dyed clothes' gaze fell on the black spar, and the lotus seeds inside slowly turned their positions to adapt to the growth of the black shoots.

Different from the sluggishness of the past few months, the young shoots have changed and grown very fast every day since the lotus seeds were born, especially on the last day that Yang Tong Qianxin said, in just a few moments, the small shoots grew into a slender branch. (To be continued......)