Originally, it was still Xiaohong's ordinary appearance, but at this time, with the blooming of flowers, a layer of black mist suddenly appeared on her face!

When the black mist cleared, Xiaohong, who appeared in front of me, had a mask on his face for some reason, and this mask was very familiar to me - it was the wooden mask on Ziying's face!

How is this possible!?

How did Little Red put on this mask?

Confused, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, wanting to uncover the wooden mask and see who the person under the mask was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This question has been bothering me for too long.

At this moment, the flower face in front of me suddenly smiled—strange to say, but I could see that she was smiling under the cover of the mask.

What made me a little dazed was that the human face on this flower seemed to suddenly become a combination of purple shadow and Xiaohong, so I couldn't guess for a while, who she was!

A hollow, even somewhat distant, voice came from under the mask: "You...... Do you really want to unmask?"

She's asking me.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"Then let's reveal it, just to see her true face, hehe!" The voice suddenly changed its style again, and it seemed a little naughty.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the mask with one hand and lifted it slightly.

Just a glimpse, I was stunned!

It's her!

How is this possible!

How could she be a purple shadow, how could she be a military advisor!

No way!

I suddenly came to my senses, realized that there was a vision in front of me, and with a loud cry, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the flowers.

With a "boom", the red flames above the dragon's claws soared, scorching the void in front of him.

The flowers are gone, the faces are gone, and even the golden silk nanmu coffin is gone.

Now I am standing in the middle of the stone house, and there is a "flower" in front of me.

A flower that is about as tall as a man, with lone branches and single leaves, and the flowers are as bright as blood.

There are thorns under the flowers, like roses.

Next to me, there were four people lying at this time, Purple Shadow, vampires, and men and women of the special task force.

With the skills of several of them, they were all unknowingly plotted against them, and they seemed unconscious.

I looked at the flowers in front of me, clenched the Moju sword, the power worked, the flames of the sword body soared, and then I raised my hand and slashed down at the flowers in front of me!

At this moment, a human face suddenly appeared on the flower, a snow-white and tender hand, gently stretched out from the back of the flower branch, like a flower, two fingers lightly raised, pinched Mo Ju: "Hot hand, how can you destroy the flower?"

She seemed to pinch it gently, and the ink in my hand seemed to be trapped by the power of a thousand jun, and for a while, it was like taking root, and I couldn't pull it at all!

Seeing that I couldn't pull out the ink, I simply dropped the sword, five fingers and one finger, the dragon's claws appeared, and I grabbed the flowers.

Before I could get closer, another jade-like arm appeared behind the flower, and a finger was pointed out and placed in the center of my dragon's claw.

My dragon's claws seem to be against a mountain, and no matter how hard I try, they will not move!

At this time, I knew that I had obviously encountered a hard stubble, and the flower in front of me looked just a few times larger than the ordinary, and its strength was no less than the corpse ginseng I had ever seen!

No wonder, it was able to put all these human powerhouses who even attacked the gold-eating beasts to sleep with a raise of their hands!

The strength of this flower is unfathomable, and it may even surpass the gold-eating beast and the civet in the original corpse demon tomb, as well as the bronze guardian of the ghost king's treasury!

Of course, demons and monsters have their own specialties. For example, the raccoon is really good at dealing with zombies, and the gold-eating beast and the bronze guardian are only physically strong, not necessarily comparable to the corpse demon and the white bone.

As for the strongest creature I've ever seen, it should be the chaos encountered under the black water when I entered the secret realm.

Its power is so strong that it gives me the feeling that it can almost swallow heaven and earth.

Seeing that the attack no longer worked, I simply withdrew the dragon claw and stopped making unnecessary attacks.

The flower actually let out a "sneer" laugh at this time, and when the flower was blooming, the human face kept changing in the middle of the small red and purple shadows, and the voice was hot and cold, as if asking me: "Intruder, tell me, how many years have passed since I slept this time?"

How do I know how many years you've slept in?

Of course, in the face of such a "behemoth", I was still very wise not to choose to offend it, but cautiously asked it: "Are you ...... A flower?"

"No, no, no. The flower actually shook the flower very humanely: "To be precise, I am not a flower, but a blood mandala." ”

Blood Mandala?

I've heard of mandalas, but this is the first time I've heard of them.

"Blood Mandala, the flower of illusion, through me, you can see your true heart, and you can also see the original heart of others. The flowers swayed, and the faces of the people inside were unpredictable: "What you just saw is your heart." Actually, you already guessed her identity, didn't you?"

The flower's face at this time was transformed into the appearance of a purple shadow with a mask, and she looked at me with interest.

So, is it really my heart?

Yes, I should have guessed about her, it's just that I've been reluctant to face it.

I gritted my teeth and looked at the blood mandala in front of me: "Why should I believe you?"

"Believe it or not, you go over and unmask her and see, don't you?" said the Blood Mandala with a smile.

I looked at the purple shadow that was close at hand, and reached out to feel the mask on her face.

But just by lifting a corner, I put my hand down.

I shook my head and replied affirmatively, "It's not her." ”

"Oh?" the Blood Mandala asked me curiously, "Why do you say that?"

"Because," I pointed to her face, "I've really seen her." ”

"This can't be!" the Blood Mandala denied my claim, "How can you, how can you deceive your true heart?"

But I did see the true face of the Purple Shadow.

When we were in 100,000 Daze, occasionally she took off half of the mask, and I at least saw her chin.

I patted my head and understood: "Here, it's still an illusion! You're not a blood mandala at all, you're just a void existence!"

Yes, I saw the golden silk nan wooden coffin before, and then the coffin disappeared and the blood mandala appeared, I thought it was back to reality, but I didn't expect that it was still in the illusion.

This is like the legendary "dream within a dream", one on the other, one on the other!

Thinking of this, I yelled and reached out to grab the blood mandala in front of me.

It is recorded in "The Best Strategy" that the simplest and rude way to deal with the illusion is to be determined and believe that you are invincible.

To put it bluntly, it's self-hypnosis.

Because the things in the illusion are inherently nothing.

But at this time, I grabbed this claw, only to see the blood mandala suddenly stretched out a hand, shook it gently, and grabbed me!

Then take me along!