On the second floor, there is a light blue mist floating around, making this place seem to be a fairyland in the depths of the Yellow Spring.

The aroma exuded by the spirit plant is sweet but not greasy, clear but not light.

Although Yang Huanzhi is broad-hearted, he is not stupid.

Fearing that the mist would be toxic or hallucinogenic to him, he covered his mouth and nose with the sleeves of his coat that had not yet dried.

But even so, to no avail, the mist was able to penetrate directly through his skin, burrow into his body, penetrate into the limbs and internal organs, and circulate and swim.

The position of the heart suddenly itched, Yang Huanzhi lifted the placket and white middle coat, and saw that his wound had healed, and after growing new flesh, he left a light pink scar the length of his little finger.

The scar is shallow, but it's not terrifying.

"Oh, this treasure land has such a miraculous effect, and I don't know which monk lives here."

He looked at the flower tree, his eyes unconsciously became confused, and his steps involuntarily moved in that direction.

But he knew that he was sane and not trapped by it.

His limbs seemed to be manipulated by others, he was like a marionette, his body became light, weightless, floating in the air, and flying towards the opposite side.

This second floor is not tall from inside and outside, but in Yang Huanzhi's eyes, the jacaranda tree is growing rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it has grown into a towering giant tree that is beyond reach.

He flew higher and higher, and those spirit plants turned from within reach to points of light until they disappeared.

At this moment, the only thing Yang Huanzhi could see was the giant tree in front of him.

There are still crystal clear dewdrops on the petals, and as Yang Huanzhi flies by, a gust of wind is raised, and the flowers and leaves are blown, and the dewdrops slide down.

Yang Huanzhi's eyes kept changing, and he silently recited the heart-clearing mantra taught to him by Tang Yinchen over and over again in his heart, trying to save his senses.

A pair of obsidian-like eyes faintly glowed with a dark red luster, and Yang Huanzhi was unaware of it.

Fortunately, the Pure Heart Mantra quickly worked, and he clenched his hands and raised his head suddenly.

The eyes are blazing and the eyes are resolute.

He grabbed the nearest branch, his arms and shoulders pointed upwards at the same time, his slender legs flipped and jumped, hooked the thick branch, and with a reversal, he straddled the tree.

Yang Huanzhi's body was not strong, he gasped heavily, and was about to raise his head, when the fragrance of flowers around him penetrated into his nose, smelling him dizzy and almost nauseous.

"Childe."

The charming and seductive female voice suddenly entered her ears, and Yang Huanzhi was suddenly surprised.

Where the monks live, how can there be a woman's voice?

He held his breath and waited silently for a long time, but no one appeared.

"Young Master Yang."

The woman's call was so charming that it could stir Yang Huan's heart.

However, his mind was in a trance for only a moment, and when he thought of someone, he turned back to normal in an instant.

Barely steadying on the branches, looking around, the cold voice seemed to be mixed with ice ballast, which was chilling.

"Young Master Yang, you are still close to the slave family, the son's voice is so cold, it can make the slave family feel cold!" The woman said coquettishly.

As soon as the woman's tail note fell, the fog around the flower tree became even thicker, completely blurring Yang Huanzhi's vision.

And, his eyes ached hotly.

Immediately after, a soft and tender hand was placed on the back of his hand, and one side of his waist was covered by the other hand.

There was a sudden weight on his back, and warm breath sprayed on the back of his ears and neck.

Yang Huanzhi's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he felt disgusted in his heart.

"The girl is self-respecting." His thin lips pursed.

"Well, I don't know...... Is Yang Gongzi a true gentleman, or does he have no thoughts about his daughter's family......"

This statement is nothing more than saying that he is not a woman.

Her lips were close to his earlobe, and Yang Huan's heart was irritable, and his right elbow slammed backwards, feeling soft to the touch.

Yang Huanzhi reacted, his face was immediately red, and he hurriedly broke free from the arms of the woman behind him, and his eyes returned to the same as before.

When he turned his eyes, he was shocked by the woman's face for a moment.

In addition to the Yueniang of Jiyuefang, he has never had a woman like the woman in front of him, her red eyes have a touch of inexplicable but soul-stirring style, and even the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are bewitching, which vividly portrays the four characters of charming bones.

Looking at her eyes, Yang Huanzhi only felt as if he had no trace on his body, without reservation inside and out, as if he had seen through all his thoughts at a glance.

"Young Master Yang, although this place is not as lively as the world, it is also a holy place for cultivation, so it is better to stay."

The woman's bewitching charm came from her bones, and as she flipped out from behind Yang Huanzhi, her bewitching facial features and perfect posture all fell into his eyes.

The woman's blue hair hung down behind her, her lips were blood-red, and her complexion was like a fine clotted white jade...... As she swept over his head and reclined steadily on the branch above him, her long, fair legs loomed in the slit of the tulle skirt.

Yang Huanzhi hurriedly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"Girl, Yang has no disrespect for the girl, and I hope the girl will not block Yang's way."

When the girl heard this, her red lips were slightly bent, her expression was lonely, and the charm circulating in her eyes instantly changed to Chu Chu and pity, and she wanted to cry in her beautiful eyes. The tears were clearly swirling in the eyes, and the eyes were delicate and sad.

However, although Yang Huanzhi has always been humble and polite to women, he responded to this girl's speculation and was not good for women.

"The son refuses to stay for the sake of the slave family, because he already has someone he wants."

"Exactly."

Yang Huanzhi replied without thinking.

"Oh? Childe is so decisive? ”

"Yes, yes, Yang disdains lying."

"Yes...... Childe's crush...... has passed away. ”

The woman's tone was pretended to be regretful, but it was mixed with ridicule.

"Dead?! What did you say? What happened to him? What's going on out there? ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, her smiling eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she held a strand of hair between the index and middle fingers of her right hand, and gently poked the stamen of the jacaranda with the tip of her hair.

Seeing that he was anxious, she became more and more impatient, "Who is Childe's crush?" It's the black-clothed man who has entered the Demon Path...... Girl? Or the boy with the artifact in his hand? ”

"What girl in black? What happened to Yinchen and Huanzhi? ”

"Childe, don't worry, whether those two did it intentionally or by mistake, since they have entered the realm of rift, and they don't have the same good luck as Childe, whether they can get out alive or not is naturally up to fate." The woman paused, then raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, I forgot, the Rift Realm is not governed by the rules of heaven and earth, and it is said that it is left to fate, but ...... The group of necromancers and demons in the Rift Realm will not be able to let them go! ”

Yang Huanzhi's eyes glared at her viciously, "Are you a human or a ghost?" Or is it a demon? ”

"Slave family...... The name is Ye Sangsang. ”