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Guan Yi's face turned red, can he say that he forgot, the sword cultivator focuses on one of the sword paths, regards the others as side doors, and disdains them, no one in their Lang Evil Sword Sect has ever contracted a spirit pet......

"I ...... Then your spirit butterfly can't leave until it's healed! Guan Yi's mind flashed through the sword dance confrontation between the two sword butterflies before, and his heart became more and more angry. ^^

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense." Wei Wuwu reprimanded with a face, turned his head and smiled at Mo Dyeyi: "Mo Daoyou, don't get me wrong, my junior brother doesn't mean anything else......

"I understand." Mo Dye Yi interrupted his words, and a pair of eyes were shining, looking forward to it, "Since it is what the pipe friends think, why not fight!" She smiled, more delicate than the blooming spirit flowers next to her, so that people couldn't take their eyes off, that kind of confidence and dignity from the bones, made the people around them lose their minds for a moment.

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In the Valley of the Butterflies, the residences of humans and moon butterflies are very different, and they are clear at a glance.

The butterfly nest is a little bit of weaving of the silk veins of the plant, the moon butterflies from birth to death, have not stopped the construction of the butterfly nest, layer by layer reinforcement, the butterfly nest is becoming stronger and stronger, even in the welcome ceremony of the moon butterfly, still in the sporadic few moon butterflies, tirelessly interspersed the thin silk veins in the hands of the butterfly nest.

They spit out a little bit of saliva and rub it evenly across the veins to make it more resilient. And undefeated for many years. In addition to being sturdy, the butterfly nest is also very beautiful, and the lines woven by the silk veins are coherent into a varied and complex picture, and from any angle, it seems that you can see different things. Each moon butterfly has a pair of skillful hands, and the whole butterfly nest is the most complete and beautiful work of this group.

Humans have built some small wooden houses in the valley of the butterflies, and the houses are not large, but they are connected. The spacing of each cabin is small and compact.

I don't want to take up too much space in Youdie Valley, after all, their identity is a guest, and Yuedie is the owner of Youdie Valley.

The ink-dyed clothes were housed in one of the small wooden houses, relatively close to the periphery, and the wooden houses were small. The living room, the meditation room, and the tea room for entertaining guests are all housed in this small wooden house.

Moon butterflies don't like fireworks, and in the Butterfly Valley, such things as refining furnaces are eliminated, and they don't like to use force very much, and fights in the Butterfly Valley rarely appear.

This is a good place for cultivators, who tend to be gentle on their cultivation. It's especially suitable.

Therefore, in addition to the Lang Evil Sword Sect, there are also some monks who live here all the year round, they are either scattered cultivators, or they are from different sects, and their cultivation is different, these people rarely participate in the conflict of interests in the Butterfly Valley, and they only stay here in their duty. Guarding his own one-third of an acre. Meditation in peace.

The ink-dyed clothes smelled the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the body was extremely relaxed. The spirit also slackened, and it was in this newly arrived Butterfly Valley that I had a good night's sleep.

The light and slow breathing, secretly in a certain rhythm, the golden pill in the body shimmering, constantly chasing this frequency, slowly overlapping with it.

The woman lying quietly on the bed, sleeping peacefully and quietly, the whole person was shrouded in a layer of misty light, her face became blurred, the aura was like a tide, with the expansion of the exhalation, and with the convergence of the inhalation, the rhythm of the heaven and earth aura attracted by the layers of filtration, the purest essence part of the essence was accepted by the Jindan, the Jindan was a little brighter, and the flickering frequency was more stable and slow.

The aura tide advanced outward at an extremely slow speed, and the range gradually increased, and everyone in the wooden house group was touched at this moment, and their hearts were touched.

Wei Wuwu was telling Guan Yi bitterly that even if he wanted to fight with the ink dyed clothes and test its depth, he couldn't be in the Butterfly Valley, that woman's bloodshot ghost sword butterfly was recognized by the Moon Butterfly clan, and he would never sit idly by and watch someone do something with their guests, the Lang Evil Sword Sect was still trying to stay in the Butterfly Valley for a long time, and the honey pills that the Venerable Master needed still relied on these Moon Butterflies, so he couldn't be offended.

Suddenly, both of them looked in a certain direction at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were extremely rich and exciting.

The production of the Butterfly Valley was explained by the Venerable Master, and it must be occupied, but the disciples of the Lang Evil Sword Sect were not very willing to come here, and the key was that the environment in the valley was not conducive to the cultivation of sword cultivation.

However, there is a well-known benefit in the Valley of the Butterflies, the fragrance of flowers here can help you sleep, and when you enter deep sleep for the first time with the help of the fragrance of flowers, there is a certain chance that it will trigger a tide of spiritual energy, causing your cultivation to make great progress.

Guan Yi has always been the proud son of the door, and his talent is extremely high, even if he is a disciple of Wanxian Palace, he dares to call a number, and he is here precisely for this rumored opportunity, but he is not to mention one night in Youdie Valley, how many nights he has slept without such a chance, I think it is completely useless.

Guan Yi was envious and jealous, staring at the direction of the wooden house where the ink dyed clothes were located, and his eyes did not blink.

Wei Wuwu's gaze is much more complicated, envy and jealousy, worry, ruthlessness, and worry.

He knew very well that there was no comparison between the Hanyu Palace and the Lang Evil Sword Sect at all, but this ink-dyed clothes were too incomprehensible, and he himself was a very ambitious person, so he would stand up when his senior brothers were unwilling to come here to garrison, and offered to come to Youdie Valley.

If the Venerable Master named the honey pills produced in the Butterfly Valley, if he did well, he might not be able to gain the Venerable Master's blue eyes, and if he was given enough time to manage carefully, he would definitely be able to use the power of the sect to meddle in the interests of the Wormcave City, which would be a good deed for both public and private purposes, and would also be able to highlight his own abilities.

From the ink-dyed clothes, he saw the same vigorous ambition as himself, and it was this ambition that made him jealous......

Everyone in the valley chose to meditate immediately, feeling the rhythm of the tides and trying to grasp something in them.

Only an old man woke up from the empty meditation and opened his eyes.

It was a pair of gentle and wise eyes, calm and waveless, and it seemed that there were stars lurking, falling from time to time, drawing a long or short star mark.

With a wave of his sleeve, nine tortoiseshells appeared in front of him.

Each piece of tortoise shell has a different shape, and is covered in dense lines and cut into small, irregular pieces.

The old man held out a hand.

What kind of hand was that, not shriveled, not wrinkled, delicate and smooth, like porcelain and jade, the fingers were slender, the roots were distinct, and the nails at the fingertips were shiny and shiny, and a little pearl flowed out as he touched the tortoise shell one by one.

Every time a piece of tortoise shell is touched, the piece of tortoise shell turns drippingly.

Even the surrounding heaven and earth aura also rotated with it, and when the nine tortoise shells were touched one by one, the nine aura vortices formed, echoing each other, and joining hands to stir the heaven and earth aura.

The old man's palm was slightly closed, and nine pieces of tortoise shells flew towards his palm, overlapping and falling together, scattering as he shook his hand, grabbed it again, shook his hand again, and repeated......

The aura in the entire Butterfly Valley was driven by these tortoise shells, but no one knew what the old man did, because the direction in which these surging aura swarmed was the direction where the aura tide was and the direction where the ink-dyed clothes were located.

Everyone clearly perceives that the tide has reached a state of extreme height, and after the peak it will gradually fail, and then it will return to calm.

But at this moment, the frenzied surge of heaven and earth aura broke this law.

After the tide, as if setting off a monstrous wave, the chase drives the momentum to a new peak again.

The range has expanded again, and the momentum has been stronger than before.

One tortoiseshell fell from the sky, and the brilliance dimmed, and another tortoiseshell fell, and another ...... Until the last piece of tortoise shell fell, the frantically drumming heaven and earth aura finally dispersed, and the tide was still there, but it was weak and slowly receded.

The old man indifferently withdrew the tortoise shell on the ground, carefully wiped it one by one, and re-plated the dim tortoise shell with a thin layer of spiritual light between his hands.

After doing this qiē, the old man closed his eyes again, like an old monk sitting still, as if he had never woken up......

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Wake up refreshed!

Ink-dyed clothes stretched their arms, bones crackling.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked at his hands stupidly.

She just stretched casually, but Zhenyuan gathered to her fingertips very naturally.

Changing the inner vision, the terrifying discovery that the Jindan in the body has undergone incredible changes!

Jindan late stage!

What about dreaming? Or is it a dream? Or is it a dream!!

She suddenly jumped up from the bed, jumped to the ground, and looked around her with a stern expression.

Is it a fantasy? Did she accidentally fall into someone else's way?

But from the looks of it, it doesn't look like it at all.

Also, the changes in the body, the changes in Jindan, these are real, even if you are in an illusion, it won't be so real.

Ink-dyed clothes sat back down and thought hard.

She didn't do anything, if she did, she slept beautifully.

Looking at the current sky, but it is just noon, at most, it is just a little more sleep.

But why did her cultivation improve by leaps and bounds all of a sudden?

If you can improve your realm by sleeping, then all cultivators will become sleeping gods.

Ink-dyed clothes are crazy!

Even a little scary!

There was no ecstasy at being hit by pies in the sky, but panic.

Her cultivation is not a dream method, who can explain to her, what the hell is going on with this TM! (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. )