An unknown era, an unknown period. History books have not recorded, history has not recorded, there are heavens, there are human beings, there are gods, there are people, there are demons, there are demons, there are immortals and ghosts. The world is peaceful.

The green and lush mountains, the rattling rivers, and the melancholy and pale floating clouds. The mountains are overgrown with weeds, the trees are tall by the water, and the small splendid flowers stretch their bodies against the sun, looking at the dead branches and leaves nearby with a bewitching attitude. From time to time, a small snake crawled by, probing the unknown and confused path full of danger with a black letter. The wind also blew softly, caressing everything on the earth, kissing the flowers and plants like soothing their own children. A snail with a heavy shell on its back stretched out its head and crawled on the grass and flowers, stopping from time to time to rest for a while, looking at the journey in the distance, and stretched out its head without being discouraged and continued to crawl forward slowly.

Crossing the small rivers, turning over the mountains, in the place where every floating cloud floats over, there is a mountain called Hun Xi Mountain, there is a peculiar stone on the mountain, there is no grass in a radius of seven miles around the stone, even the dead branches and fallen leaves, only a desperate and unusually gorgeous seven-colored flower swaying in the wind on the stone. People have seen flowers growing out of cracks in stones, but they have never seen flowers taking root and sprouting on stones. I don't know where the seed of this seven-colored flower came from, no matter how windy or rainy, day or night, this flower has never withered or decayed. Not even the leaves are yellow. Seven colors are distributed alternately, beautiful and breathtaking, and bewitching and soul-grabbing. Seven leaves, seven petals, seven inches of rhizomes, these flowers are all related to the number seven, which always makes people feel surprised.

Not far away, a sika deer was eating sweet and juicy weeds on the meadow in the distance, and there was a leopard by the stream drawing water, and it was also looking at the sturdy sika deer. The sika deer is full, lying on the grass to bask in the sun, the opportunity of the leopard comes, it slowly crawls forward, and when it is close to the sika deer, the sika deer cleverly perceives the danger of life, up its ears and slowly stands up, the leopard does not give it a chance to escape, rushes up, and rushes towards the sika deer. The sika deer noticed something unusual, and also ran desperately, one for survival, and the other for filling their stomachs, all of them galloped. Suddenly, the sika deer fled to the seven-mile wasteland of the seven-colored flower without a head, and the sika deer's body involuntarily approached the seven-colored flower, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, the golden leopard saw this situation, and couldn't "run" the sika deer at all, so it stopped seven miles away from the seven-colored flower. The sika deer was sucked in front of the seven-colored flower like an arrow, only to see the seven-colored flower twist the stem, bend the petals, and aim at the neck of the sika deer, sucking blood one bite at a time, and the bright red blood flowed down the stem to his stomach - into the stone. After a while, the sika deer was lying next to the stone, and there was not a drop of blood on its body. The leopard saw it clearly, and flew away with his tail between his legs.

That's right, the petals of the seven-colored flower that have been sucked by blood are glowing with light, and they are as beautiful as Ambilight. The carcasses of the dead sika deer also did not have any animals to eat. I was surprised.

The wind rose, and the seven-colored flowers were indifferent. It's raining, but the seven-colored flowers are still blooming. Day and night, this flower is always blooming, bewitchingly blooming.

Wind, sun, rain and frost, I don't know how many years have passed, I don't know how much blood has been sucked, and it is still undefeated. Gradually, the people on the earth began to walk into this Hun Xi Mountain from time to time, there were no mountain gods on this mountain, only flowers and trees, mountain streams, birds and animals. and a seven-colored flower that no one cares about.

For several years, the divine realm and the immortal realm have been peaceful, and although there have been occasional attacks in the heavenly watchman realm, the demon realm and the demon realm, they have never been able to set off strong winds and waves. So the Six Realms are finally peaceful.

One day, human footprints appeared in this mountain again. A person who picks medicine comes to this inaccessible place, he just heard that there are a lot of fairy herbs and treasures here, but few people come, and he only has the courage to try his luck, no, before he reaches the top of the mountain, he has already collected a large basket of elixir, and he is really happy with a smile. He stopped at a big tree, put down the basket full of herbs, sat down against the trunk of the tree, took out the kettle, drank some water, and ate some dry food, and then squinted his eyes and rested to recuperate.

Impartial, just in time, the place where he rested was not far from the seven-colored flower, and he could see it at a glance. The seven-colored flower seems to have also discovered this medicine picker, stretching her body even harder, as if she is about to get rid of the shackles, and as if she can't wait for a good meal, time is moving slowly.

After a while, the man who collected the medicine stretched out, stood up, looked around, and saw that the scenery was very good, so he took the medicine basket and planned to leave. At the moment when he was about to leave, the herb picker felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him, so he moved forward cautiously, and at the same time looked around with the sickle in his hand, no matter what birds of prey appeared, he had to fight to the death, after all, he still had his wife waiting at home.

The herb picker walked slowly, looking around, so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and suddenly found that there was a bewitching and aggressive flower blooming not far away, for the herb picker, he was very excited to see the strange flowers and plants, so the fear in his heart had been driven out of the clouds by curiosity. The herb picker put away his sickle and walked excitedly towards the seven-colored flower. The strange thing is that the herb picker was not sucked over like the sika deer, but walked over by himself step by step unhurriedly.

It seems that the herb picker is a friend who has been waiting for many years for the seven-colored flower, and the calm is a little abnormal. In the past, as long as the living creatures were within seven miles of the stone, they would definitely die, but the arrival of the medicine picker was not as strange as before, why was this so?

The herb picker came to the stone and couldn't help but marvel at this inexplicable miracle. Walking around the stone again and again, I was a little scared in my joy, after all, this flower was so abnormal. The seven-colored flower felt the breath of the herb picker, like a well-behaved child waiting for the medicine picker's touch, as if he had seen his father who had been reunited for a long time, the herb picker did not hurry back to the medical books he had read, and repeatedly recalled any clues about this flower, but unfortunately, did not remember the introduction of this flower. Maybe it's because I don't have a lot of experience. Before you know it, it's getting dark.

The herb picker wanted to take the flowering stone away, but he didn't have such a great ability, so he could only pick the flower away and study it slowly, but in this way, he destroyed the root system of the flower, and it was difficult to study. So the herb picker gently stroked the seven-colored flower with his hand, and slowly touched it, as if it would be damaged if he used too much force. Just when the herb picker's hand touched the seven-colored flower, the electric shock sensation hit his whole body, and his fingers also oozed blood, and the herb picker wanted to take his hand back, but the seven-colored flower instantly bit the herb picker's hand and began to suck blood. Unlike usual, the seven-colored flower did not absorb the blood of the medicine collector, but only absorbed a little human essence blood from it, and the herb collector fainted.

The torso of the seven-colored flower began to change, and the blood sucked from the herb picker's hand flowed back and forth in the flower's body, from root to head, and then to root. It's as if it can't be absorbed. The stone also changes color, sometimes red, sometimes purple, and sometimes so black. Gradually, it got dark, but there was always a colorful light around the seven-colored flowers. And this seven-colored flower has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Suddenly, the wind blew uncontrollably, the rain was falling, the lightning was thundering, and the dark clouds were thick, as if such a magnificent scene had never happened in thousands of years. Strangely, within seven miles of the stone, apart from lightning and thunder, there was not a trace of wind blowing, and not a drop of rain fell. Some are just variations of seven-colored flowers.

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