Wen Ran realized what Xiaobai was going to do, and she hurriedly said out: "Xiaobai, you can't ......"

The power that erupted from Xiaobai's body shook Wen Ran, and it was someone who appeared behind her and reached out behind her in time to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The person who supported Wen Ran was naturally the man in white wearing a fox mask who was closest to her from beginning to end.

Shen Bei silently withdrew his step and stood behind Wen Xun again, perhaps it was his delusion, the person wearing the mask seemed to look at him intentionally or unintentionally.

This time, there were not only people from Dengxian Mansion, but also people from other sects.

There's a lot of commotion here, and the demons only came here not long ago, so when something is wrong, it's particularly eye-catching.

When many people found out that there was a demon, they were ready to move.

Wen Xun glanced at the people present, "The person whose life is in danger is the eldest lady of the Hidden Abyss Valley. ”

Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

They weren't stupid, and of course they could see that the little dryad was now draining his life force to try to save the lives of the dying, and no one could disturb him.

So, their eyes were locked on Akiyama and Ye Sui's bodies, so that these two would definitely not have a chance to slip away.

The demon pattern on Akiyama's face is extraordinary, he has a deep relationship with the demon definition, and it is naturally beneficial to capture Akiyama.

For a time, everyone present had their own thoughts.

After Wen Ran stood firm, she tried to move forward against the oncoming wind, "Xiaobai! ”

Someone grabbed her hand, and she couldn't take a step forward.

Wen Ran looked up.

It was Shen Wu wearing a mask, and he shook his head gently.

No one will know better than Xiaobai now, what she is doing and what she wants to do.

If it weren't for the constant determination, this life-for-life ritual would not have been able to begin at all.

The aura that came out of the rage gathered into the wind, and the surrounding plants and trees seemed to have senses, frantically dancing in the wind and moving the branches and leaves, as if they were lending their own power, and as if they were shouting for their own kind of support.

Xiaobai's body gradually changed.

Her feet became roots that spread into the earth, branches and leaves scrambled out of her body, and in the blink of an eye, she was no longer human, and a pear tree was gigantic at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it reached a height that required everyone to look up to, and it stopped growing.

And the little girl who had lost her life was tightly wrapped around the trunk of the tree by the branches, as if her body had been embedded in its body.

Akiyama knew that the current situation was not good for him, but he didn't think about escaping, but stared closely at the autumn water that was bound to the tree, and couldn't help but make a sound, "What does it want to do?" ”

Maybe it was because he was seriously injured, Ye Sui only felt as if he was hallucinating in front of him, he blinked, but the situation he saw did not change, he subconsciously laughed, "How is it possible?" How could there be such a stupid demon ...... in the world?"

The moment the wind rose again, like a splash of ink, the green leaves on the branches appeared in an instant.

Then, when everyone didn't react, the little white flowers seemed to chase the light of the moonlight, and it only took an instant to bloom all over the tree.

This vigorous and splendid vitality is so clearly in front of everyone's eyes.

The ordinary green leaves and flowers are like a brilliant miracle at this moment, its new green is the color of life, and its blooming flowers are better than the bright moonlight.

Even people with different thoughts can't help but feel a strong shock at this moment.

But the spectacle of this flower blooming all over the tree is only for a moment.

The wind blew off the flowers of the trees.

The petals are scattered and scattered.

Wen Ran stretched out her hand, and a pure white petal disappeared before she could even feel the temperature when it fell into her palm.

Germination, growth, flowering, withering......

In this short period of time, Xiaobai spent his life.

The only small white flower intact landed gently on the top of the girl's head, which was entwined with branches and leaves.

Compared to the precious headdress made of gold, silver and jade, this small white flower dotted between the girl's black hair is a truly priceless treasure.

After the flowers withered, the green leaves on the trees quickly faded their color, and the merciless wind blew off the dead leaves of the trees.

A fallen leaf brushed the tip of the girl's nose and woke up the sleeping man.

The blood in Qiushui's body seemed to warm up in an instant, and this temperature made her face also return to blood.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the dead leaves falling one after another.

It's a poignant beauty that belongs only to the time of withering.

She seemed to hear someone crying.

After the leaves fell, the pear tree, which had only dead branches, slowly withered and became smaller, and it could no longer hold the girl, and the branches around the girl were released, and with the last bit of strength it put her down steadily.

Qiushui sat on the ground in a trance, and when she looked up, all she saw was the withered trees, which gradually dissipated like rain and mist in the moonlight.

"Xiaobai?" Qiushui looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and heard his uncertain slightly hoarse voice.

A branch moved slightly, as if in response to her voice, but in the next blink of an eye, it was blown away by the wind.

All uncertainty becomes certainty.

Qiushui's sluggish emotions suddenly all burst out, "Xiaobai! ”

She reached out to the trunk and grabbed nothing.

Right under her nose, everything about the crying dryad was gone.

Qiushui has never been a person who loves to cry, she knew at a very young age that crying can't solve problems, so she hates crying, and she hates people who love to cry.

But the little dryad who loves to follow her wants to cry when he has nothing to do.

Qiushui had said a lot of impatient things to her before, and he had thought about marrying her off quickly, just stop pestering herself.

However, when it really came to the day when she would not come back to haunt herself, Qiushui couldn't control her eyes, tears fell drop by drop, and the night breeze that would sweep away the traces couldn't be blown dry.

The small white flower that adorned the hair slowly closed and became a small bud.

Wen Ran was the first person to run over, she squatted beside Qiushui, wanted to speak several times, and finally could only redden, and called her name in a low voice, "Qiushui ......"

Shen Wu squatted beside Wen Ran, he looked at the crying autumn water for a while, and looked at Wen Ran who was about to shed tears for a while, and asked puzzledly: "What are you crying about?"