"The one with the highest price wins, and the one with the highest price wins!"

A young man appeared, with turquoise eyes, and next to her was a smiling woman, rouge-faced, with large turquoise eyes, who looked at the red butterflies in the glass jar as if they were looking at a commodity—a commodity that would bring them a good reward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"In this way, it is their work to have a headache, and it is also their masterpiece to lose their cultivation, liar...... Big liars. Red Butterfly's eyes mist and she finally came to her senses, but it was too late.

Red Butterfly's heart was sinking, she had already seen that their eyes were a little strange, she had already found that they were a little strange, but she didn't look into it at the time, she didn't suspect it, she didn't think that it was two blue-eyed foxes who welcomed her into her "home" - two big liars.

Red Butterfly regretted it, her heart ached, it turned out that this world was not only wonderful, but also dangerous, it turned out that the person she thought was a good person and a trusted person was a complete liar, and all kinds of kindness to her was nothing more than to trade with her, nothing more than for profit.

The butterfly is not dead, and the beauty of the moment of death has not yet been finally frozen, and the sentence "Lu Xiang" said "the one with the highest price wins", and all the demons have already bided, and they all took a fancy to the red butterfly in the transparent glass jar.

"I'll give you two hundred taels of silver!" cried the bull demon.

"I'll give you two hundred and fifty taels of silver!" cried the wolf-headed monster.

"Hehe, I'll give three hundred taels!"

"Hmph, I'll give you three hundred and fifty taels!"

"Four hundred and fifty taels of silver, I'll see which of you rob me!"

In a transparent glass jar, a butterfly died, and its death forever fixed its beauty in a small transparent glass jar - a small transparent coffin with delicate patterns carved on the edge.

Outside the glass jar, the demons bid for red faces, and inside the glass jar, the red butterfly almost suffocated to death.

The heart is aching, the tears are flowing, I knew today, and I regretted not at the beginning.

A butterfly that had once cultivated was now in a small glass jar, convulsing in pain, moaning helplessly, and gasping for breath, waiting for death to come, just like the moment when all life finally ended......

Death is the final destination of all living beings.

Some demons tilted their heads sideways, admiring the pain and death of the butterflies in the glass jar with great interest......

The reality is so ruthless, the demons are so indifferent, who are you weak to show to? Who will sympathize with you when you cry?

Red butterflies feel like they're going to die, and butterflies are going to die after all.

"No, I hate it so much, I don't want to!" Red Butterfly's heart was crying out hoarsely, it was a cry from life.

Red Butterfly's gaze became sharper than a blade, fiery than a flame.

If you are poor, you will change, and if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

"Red Cliff Heavenly Book!"

Red Butterfly tried her best to restore her cultivation, forcibly broke through, and if she didn't succeed, she became a benevolent, and she tried her best to give up the last bit of her life, so a lot of mysterious and strange shapes suddenly appeared in her mind, and the symbols arranged in a mess - Red Cliff Heavenly Book.

The red butterfly is the blood of the blue butterfly, which becomes a demon by dripping blood, so to be more precise, the red butterfly is actually a blood demon, if she really dies, she may not freeze the butterfly's body in the end, but will turn into a drop of blood.

The red butterfly inherited the mark of the blue butterfly, and the blue butterfly of the "Red Cliff Heavenly Book" had already been imprinted in his mind, although he had cracked less than one of the elixirs, those mysterious runes were deeply left in the heart of the blue butterfly.

Some people once praised this "Red Cliff Book of Heaven" as "the supreme mystery, the words and the truth", saying that the true meaning of this book is profound and mysterious, exhaustively studying the universe, and he himself has personally experienced the supreme true meaning of life and death in this book of heaven.

The runes quickly arranged in Red Butterfly's mind, and Red Butterfly knew very well what kind of "Book of Heaven" she needed most now, and those runes seemed to know what kind of "Book of Heaven" Red Butterfly needed most now.

A "Book from Heaven" has been arranged, it is only a matter of a moment, and it is only one of the countless "Book from Heaven". Those runes were lined up motionless, looking like a "Book of Heaven", but in fact there were twenty or thirty "Books of Heaven".

"Book from Heaven" is not a direct magic trick or magic power, once that "person" was really right, "Book from Heaven" is a mystery, is a mantra, even if you memorize it backwards, it is useless, it mainly depends on how deep you understand and how much you understand.

"Look, this blood-colored butterfly is dying. A demon shouted excitedly.

"Dead, motionless!" the wolf-headed monster suspected.

"I'll give you five hundred taels for this blood-colored butterfly...... Gold. A middle-aged man in brocade shouted.

"Maniac ......"

"Don't say it, such a perfect butterfly is worth the price. ”

"Five hundred taels of gold, is there a higher price than this?"

"Lu Xiang" shouted, his voice was trembling, he couldn't believe that someone would pay such a high price to buy this butterfly, but he also felt that it was indeed worth it, because the red butterfly was indeed the most beautiful girl and the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen in her life.

The demons were silent, and no one could offer a higher price than the brocade-clothed man.

"Lu Xiang" smiled, and the woman with a rouge face next to him also smiled.

"Hey, how did it turn into a drop of blood?" shouted the middle-aged man in brocade as he stood in front of the glass jar.

The eyes of all the demons also converged on the glass jar, staring at the crystal blood in the glass jar.

"You two old foxes, you actually deceived me into waiting for ......"

The demon said loudly and angrily, this time the two blue-eyed foxes were also stunned, they really didn't know what was going on, and they all always thought that the red butterfly was just a butterfly demon with advanced cultivation!

How can a demon death turn into a drop of blood?

"Oh, I remember, this must be the 'Blood Demon', similar to the demon, but the demon is the devil, as the saying goes: the devil is often there, and the 'Blood Demon' is not often there;

Among the demons, one of the demons finally saw that the red butterfly was a demon and a blood demon.

"The most important drop of blood of the 'Blood Demon' has appeared, the great medicine of the flesh and bones of the living and the dead!"

"Five hundred taels of gold deal!" The middle-aged man in brocade shouted urgently, and the little demon who followed him put down the big box heavily on the red sandalwood table in front of "Lu Xiang", and when the box opened, "Lu Xiang" and the woman next to him were instantly covered with golden light, and even their eyes turned golden.

The brocade-clothed man squinted at "Lu Xiang" and said, "That's two hundred taels of gold, and three hundred taels of gold will arrive later." ”

"I remember that the bidding doesn't seem to have a final result, right?" I will pay six hundred taels of gold, ......" shouted an obscure middle-aged man dressed in gold, who looked like a human being, with a rich and noble appearance, and a beak of a golden bird, and was actually a golden-winged roc incarnated into a human form.

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes glared at the middle-aged man in gold, his face turned red with anger, and scolded: "You ****** bastard......"

"It's strange that that drop of blood is wriggling on its own!" the wolf-headed monster cried out in surprise.

With a "bang-" sound, all the demons gathered around, and more than 20 pairs of eyes stared at the drop of blood in the glass jar, and that drop of blood was indeed trembling, it was like a struggle of life.

There is no life without struggle, and there is no life without breakthrough.

"This ...... What's going on?"

"Wasn't that Blood Demon dead just now?' This thing is terrifying!"

Then something strange happened to the demons, the top of the transparent glass jar containing a drop of blood was deformed, like a plastic jar deformed by high temperature.

The top of the specially made glass jar was burned by an invisible high temperature, and a hole protruded upward, and a wave of scorching air instantly erupted, and the demons were shocked and hurriedly retreated.

In the glass jar, a wisp of blood suddenly floated out of the drop of blood, and smoke floated out of the small hole, thin and scarlet, like a gossamer.

The demons were dumbfounded, looking nervously at the scene in front of them, watching the wisps of gossamer blood flutter above their heads.

A drop of blood was still floating blood gas outside the glass jar, and the blood seemed to have become less full, and after a while, the top of the demons' heads was covered with wisps of blood, and the gossamer was fluttering back and forth.

The demons were dumbfounded, and they looked at this spectacle without moving, and they were extremely shocked.

Suddenly, the drop of blood in the glass jar no longer sent blood gas to the outside, and the specially made glass jar suddenly exploded into pieces with a "boom", and the demons re-projected their eyes on the drop of blood, only to see that the blood suddenly turned into a blood-colored butterfly, which was the blood-colored red butterfly that they had fought for

At the moment when the red butterfly flapped its wings and flew up, at the moment when more than twenty demons watched the red butterfly fly up in horror, suddenly, the space froze, and the demons couldn't move anymore, not even their eyelids could move, and they even froze the space to breathe.

It was as if they had fallen into the depths of the sea, but instead of flowing water, they were surrounded by something intangible, invisible, intangible, or even felt, and they were suddenly dead and unable to move.

Their hearts were shocked and terrified, but they couldn't speak, not even snort.

On the noble rosewood table, there are more than a dozen transparent glass jars, each of which has a beautiful butterfly in the flat transparent jar, the butterfly is dead at this time, and the specially made glass jar can retain the beauty of the moment of their death for a long time.

The demons suddenly found that at this time, they were also like butterflies in a glass jar, fearful, helpless, sad, suffocating to death, waiting for death.

The red butterfly fluttered and fluttered, and in the solidified space, she was not affected, nor was the wisps of blood on the top of the demons' heads.

The wisps of blood suddenly turned into butterflies, some big and some small, the big ones were bigger than a human palm, and the small ones could be as big as a button.

The blood-colored butterflies flew around the demons at will, unimpeded, and the clothes, skin, and bones of the demons suddenly became as fragile as air, allowing the two or three hundred blood-colored butterflies to shuttle at will.

One entry and exit is a blood hole, and it is as easy as flying in the void from the front of their heads, and there is no blood spilling, because at this time the space is frozen so that they can't even breathe a drop of sweat, and they can only see that their eyes are fearful, painful, and desperate, and they can only see that their pupils are finally dilating one by one.

Two or three hundred blood-colored butterflies were gathering towards a red butterfly, and when the butterflies merged together and turned into a fairy-looking woman, the power of the condensed space suddenly lost control like a flood that burst the embankment, and it was out of control.

More than twenty demons of all kinds were suddenly crushed by the sudden disappearance of the spatial power, and all the fragments suddenly disappeared with the spatial power, leaving nothing behind.

Red butterfly, butterfly red gauze skirt dragged to the ground, she walked to the rosewood table, looking at the dozen butterflies in the glass jar, the butterfly was dead.

She suddenly flicked her red sleeves, and the dozen or so transparent glass jars on the table were all shattered.