(Thanks to Li Moxuan, Sakura Sunset, Dusty Music and Dance, Angelstear, I Love Zhou, Twilight Snake, and fan___fan for their pink~!) o(∩_∩)o~ I write slowly as soon as I get to the battle, uh~~~~~~~)

Sword Pie!

There was a chill in the eyes of the ink-dyed clothes, and the already dissatisfied heart was now even worse.

"Let's go!"

She took the lead, and the bright moon dragged out three spiritual rays under her feet, turning from thick to faint.

The sound of "buzzing" wings suddenly rose, and one by one the Heavenly Demon Worms carried the disciples of the Battle Hall off the ground, turning into black dots in the sky in an instant.

"Xiaoyu, I'll go first." Ink-dyed clothes spoke.

Mo Dyed Jade nodded, watching her sister step on the spirit bow and fly out violently......

In less than three breaths, another sword light flew from behind, directly over their heads, chasing the fading aura in front of them.

Look at the figure that flashed by, it was Xuanjiu's house.

Clenched his fists, the first time that the ink dyed jade wanted to have a flying sword that was speeding away!

Dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains.

In the territory of Qianya Mountain, it will rain for six or seven days out of ten days, whether big or small, when it is big, it will pour, and the hours will be like fog.

During this time, it seems to be extraordinarily favored, and it has been raining continuously for more than a month, and it has not dissipated, and there is a thick moisture in the air, even indoors. You can feel the wetness too.

After a few days of no sunshine, people are moldy, and their mood is also stained with a trace of depression.

The construction of the Thousand Cliffs Station is nearing completion, and such a rainy day is exactly what everyone is looking forward to. The disciples of the Hanyu Palace, who have contracted a hundred bluebell flowers, are the few people who maintain their full excitement, plants are always inseparable from water, and the spiritual pets of plants have an unimaginable desire for water.

This kind of weather is not just in their hands, and the plants are rooted in the soil, as if they are drunk. Shaking the branches and leaves, the hanging blue bell flowers make a crisp sound of "jingle bells", accompanied by the sound of rain, intertwined into a fresh and natural music.

These hundred bluebells are well cared for, many of the insects hunted by the Hanyu Palace have entered the mouth of these bellflowers, in order to make the soil more nutritious, a few days ago, the battle hall once again destroyed a "stronghold" of acid worms, and the burial of "adult" corpses. The "minors" are sent to the Imperial Soul Hall for captivity and rebreeding......

The disciples of the Battle Hall stood under their respective spiritual flowers, exchanging experiences with their voices.

Several buds are tightly clustered together. Moved with the owner's movements, taking on the job of keeping out the rain.

"You seem to have grown taller, 'added food'?" The monk, who was armed with a shovel of more than one person, stuck the shovel on the ground and asked in a loud voice the owner of the hundred bluebells next to him.

"Got more 'doom'." In the man's hand was a shovel of the same standard, and he dug up a little soil directly for people to see. "I'm thinking, this thing is really going down too slowly, my little flower is exerting its strength recently, and it's growing fast. It needs nutrition, and when it comes down on its own, I might as well rub it a few times. ”

The "fat" in their mouths is the decay liquid after the ancient bronze encounters the tide, and the station of the Hanyu Palace is all made of ancient bronze, but after all, the time is shorter. After all, relying on the rain is slower, not as fast as doing it yourself.

"Ah! How could I not have thought of it! The other pouted next to him took out the insect corpse from the bag, broke it, threw it upward, and the person who fed the flowers slapped his thigh, stood up straight, and quickly ran to the bottom of the city wall, took out a knife, and directly polished the slightly sticky dove on it.

His hundred bluebells dutifully took on the work of keeping out the rain, but the owner ran away at once, and the flower buds and umbrellas clustered together were a little out of reach, and he was in a hurry, and the flower branches trembled, like a spring tinkling.

"Don't urge, just come, just come......" the man was good-natured and soothed, the movements in his hands were a little faster, and in a blink of an eye, there was a dirty dove on the palm, and he took it back like a baby, and turned over the soil, sprinkled the "plover manure" evenly, and then filled the soil, looked left and right, and stepped on it a few times, and then he smirked with satisfaction.

The bud umbrella on his head found his target, and he stopped making a fuss, and gradually returned to his previous drunken state, swaying gently and leisurely.

The delicate lingering floral fragrance ripples out of the buds, and strives to spread through the rain curtain and farther away.

"Insect attack!"

Nearly a hundred people flew out of the station at once, some flew to the hundred bluebells to check the state of their natal spirit pets, and some flew to the front of the mountain gate, quickly arranging defensive formations.

The disciples of the Battle Hall who rode the Heavenly Demon Worm lined up at the front, with clear levels of high and low, their eyes condensed, and their faces full of slaughter.

The monk who was busy taking care of the Linghua was only stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, throwing down miscellaneous things, and didn't care whether his hands and faces were stained with soil or the like, scooped out the armor from the storage bag, and greeted him with a "click", and in the blink of an eye, several professional flower farmers turned into professional warriors.

Bang!

It was as if something had fallen from the sky, and there was an inaudible thud on the ground.

The Zhantang disciples who had contracted a hundred bluebells felt something in their hearts, their natal spiritual pets were rooted in the soil, and they were very sensitive to this vibration on the surface.

Bang bang......

A continuous sound passed through the ground, and all the hundred bluebells suddenly turned their buds in unison, and at the same time pointed forward, countless thin silk vines emerged from the ground, cruising around the branches like snakes.

In the mist of rain and fog, a dark shadow gradually became clear.

Behind it, rows of black shadows appeared.

See!

It's a sword sting!

Each sword sting is more than a zhang high, crossed on the chest and flashing with a cold light, is the sword insect arm that they are famous for, accounting for about half of their height, from head to toe are covered with thick solid insect armor, super strong defense.

The sword sting is one of the few spirit insects that stand and walk similar to humans, their lower limbs are strong and powerful, the bend is large, which is more conducive to running and bounce, and the long bulges on both sides of the back are where the wings are retracted, and in general, the sword sting prefers to walk on the ground rather than fly in the sky.

And in the ordinary case, if there are no exceptions, it occurs when they diverge and migrate.

Just as the Hanyu Palace is facing now. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )