When Elder Tie said this, he turned over his hand and took out two ice-type high-grade beast cores, and said, "My weapon is inlaid with ice-type beast cores, these two high-grade beast cores, I hope Tianjiao can use them." ”

Zishu glanced at the fierce beast core in his hand, and did not take it, but said: "I don't know, if I can meet him, if I do, I will save him once at a critical moment." ”

Of course, if he doesn't kill me, if he does, I won't keep it.

Zishu didn't say this.

"Okay, then thank you Tianjiao. Elder Tie nodded understandingly.

After Zishu took the beast core, along with the animal skin bag containing the spirit grass, and put it into the space bag, he arched his hand towards Elder Tie, turned around and disappeared into the wind and snow.

*

After leaving the Black Iron Tribe, Zishu followed the tribe distribution map given to her by Mulberry Leaf and continued to the next tribe.

Although there is no tweeting, however, Zishu's speed is not slower than that of tweeting now.

Two days later, she came to a valley.

The valley is in the shape of a scoop, and there is a canyon thousands of meters long leading to the valley, which is conducive to defense if you encounter a tide of fierce beasts.

What is surprising is that outside the valley, in the ice and snow, inside the valley, it is purple and red, butterflies flying and buzzing, and the valley is full of flowers, as if it is spring.

This is the ancestral land of the phoenix butterfly tribe, Butterfly Valley.

It is rumored that the ancestor of the Phoenix Butterfly clan was the young master of the upper part of Yunmeng, and for some reason, he left Yunmeng with his subordinates and established the Phoenix Butterfly Tribe.

The Phoenix Butterfly Tribe used to be brilliant, but now it is gone.

"Qingyan Zishu, with the order of Tianjiao, came to challenge. ”

The cold female voice followed the canyon and entered the butterfly valley.

Not long after, a beautiful woman dressed in colorful banana yarn flew out of the valley with a pair of colorful butterfly wings.

Passing through the canyon, he landed more than ten meters away from Zishu.

"Are you going to challenge?"

The butterfly wings behind her were two or three meters long, and they were still flapping gently after she landed on the ground.

The wings are made of spiritual power, not real butterfly wings, but the butterfly wings are gorgeous in color, and they look similar to the real one from a distance.

The banana yarn on her body is pink, but the banana yarn is stained with an unknown layer of powder.

Under the refraction of light, these powders emit a colorful glow.

Zishu's gaze swept over her butterfly wings, and she bowed slightly: "It's me." ”

The powder on this dress, I don't know if it's the powder on her butterfly wings, looks similar in color.

"I'm Butterfly Light Dance, 45 years old this year, five years away from 50 years old, I'm married, you're sure you want to challenge. ”

Although she is 45 years old, she is as delicate as a twenty-eight girl.

It is rumored that the people of the phoenix butterfly clan have the skill to stay in the face, and they really live up to their reputation.

Her tone was a little arrogant, but before she started, she still reminded her kindly.

Zishu turned over his hand and took out his war knife and said, "Sure, please." ”

Seeing this, the phoenix butterfly danced lightly, and didn't say much, a colorful light flew out of her dantian, and a colorful butterfly suddenly appeared.

She should be using her own qi and blood to nourish her spirit, one-tenth of the body of this colorful butterfly has already produced flesh and blood, and other places are still composed of aura.

The moment Zishu saw this colorful butterfly come out, he remembered its name: Colorful Phantom Butterfly.

Colorful butterflies, dancing, weaving dreams without traces, killing invisible.

As soon as the colorful butterflies came out, they rose into the air and danced above the heads of the two of them.

In the snowflakes in the sky, a colorful butterfly flips up and down, making people unable to tell what day it is.

Colorful powder, as it dances, falls downward.

As the colorful powder fell, a long sword suddenly appeared in the hand of the phoenix butterfly dance, and the figure flickered, and attacked towards Zishu.

Her swordsmanship is light and agile, and she seems to be moving unfast, and she stabs out with a sword, but she conjures up dozens of swords.

Although the sword intent is not strong, only thirty percent, it is fatal and directs to the vital point.

Zishu swung his knife and slashed out, and the sword light slashed the sword light, and slashed towards the phoenix butterfly in front of him.

The sword light fell, but the phoenix butterfly danced lightly but did not hide, and suddenly disappeared.

Zishu's hand holding the knife tightened, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of phoenix butterflies danced around her.

Each figure has a different weapon in his hand.

One of them raised his hand and slapped it with a palm, and a string of red flowers flew towards Zishu.

On the way to fly, the red flowers bloomed quickly, and the petals, like flying knives, attacked Zishu.

At the same time, the other figures, either holding knives, swords, or long whips, launched attacks on Zishu.

Suddenly, the sword shadow, the whip shadow, and the sword shadow, among the petals, attacked towards Zishu.

Zishu looked at these various attacks, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand and slashed out.

Countless sword lights converged into an illusory war knife, slashing towards one of the many figures.

The sword light fell at an extremely fast speed, and the figure was split in half before it could dodge.

A muffled snort rang in my ears.

The petals and sword light that were about to attack Zishu's body suddenly disappeared.

In mid-air, there are no colorful butterflies, only snowflakes falling in the wind.

There were a few snowflakes in Zishu's hair that had not yet fused, and when the cold wind blew, a strand of wet hair fell down on his forehead.

From beginning to end, she never moved.

The phoenix butterfly on the opposite side raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said:

"You can find the flaw in the illusion in a short time here, it seems that your divine sense is very strong.

You are younger than me, but the sword intent is deeper than mine, you won, what are your requirements?"

Her strongest attack has been broken by Zishu, and Feng Die does not plan to fight Zishu again.

"I want one high-grade spirit grass, ten intermediate spirit grasses. ”

Zishu was relieved to get out of the illusion.

It's worthy of being separated from the top, and this means of creating illusions is really impossible to prevent.

She hadn't even figured out when this illusion began.

Is it the moment when the soul appears, or is it the moment when the colorful butterflies dance?

Or the colorful butterflies she saw were all illusions?

What's more, the moment this person landed, she had already fallen into a hallucination?

"Okay, Tianjiao later, I'll get it for you. ”

The butterfly danced lightly and bowed slightly, and the butterfly wings behind him flapped, and the person flew back towards the butterfly valley.

After she left, Zishu raised her hand and rubbed her forehead.

The previous illusion did not harm her body, but only attacked her soul.

Fortunately, her sense of consciousness is strong, otherwise she may not be able to come out.

Sure enough, it is detached from the upper part, and there are many means.

I don't know, whether the Phoenix Butterfly Tribe has Tianjiao participating in the war this time, if there is, if you encounter it, you need to be careful.