When everyone heard this, they hurriedly followed Xiao Ai into the back hall, passed through a moon arch, and came to the boudoir of the Golden Flower Lady, only to see the Golden Flower Lady's face was pale, full of sweat, sleeping on the bed, covered with a brocade quilt, the Floating Snow Fairy picked up her wrist, checked her pulse, and gently put it back into the quilt, turned around and sat down at the table, gritted her teeth and said: " It's really hateful, that dog Taoist priest is really rude, and he actually beat my sister to a serious injury, but it's a pity that we don't have enough Taoism and can't leave the Valley of Hundred Flowers, otherwise we must avenge our sister, and the new hatred and old hatred will be settled together!"

The lone butterfly fairy stood in front of the window with everyone on her back, looking up at the night sky through the open window, the sky was like water, Xiao Luo and Xiao Ai lowered their heads and sighed, silent for a long time, the stone saw the golden flower lady like this, and couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The Floating Snow Fairy said: "It's not for your teacher Bo Nan Jiyun, that day was his death day, and my sister went to find that dog Taoist priest again, but he was seriously injured by him, and the injury has not improved until now." ”

When the stone heard this, his nose was sore, and he began to cry, and his tears poured out like a torrential rain in the middle of June.

Seeing this, Xiao Luo and Xiao Ai hurriedly came to persuade the stone, the two of them coaxed, and held the stone in their arms to comfort them, the stone cried for a while, and the body was hung by the yellow tiger on the branch for a long time, and he was already extremely tired and fell asleep groggy.

"Sister Jinhua's injury is menacing, and now I am afraid that only the nectar of the 10,000-year-old lycoris flower can heal my sister's injury. The lone butterfly fairy said with a heavy heart, still not turning around.

"It's just that the lycoris peanut is in the Nanshan where the monster clan lives, and the king of the monster clan, the wasp monster, has always been against our spirit clan, and often comes to harass us, if it weren't for Sister Jinhua, he would have sucked us all clean, how could he hand over the 10,000-year-old Lycoris flower to save my sister?" said the Floating Snow Fairy in despair.

The Lonely Butterfly Fairy also knew that what the Floating Snow Fairy said was not groundless, and she was also very anxious in her heart, so she suddenly turned around and asked, "Why don't you see the Sieving Golden Fairy Lang and the Frost Moon Fairy Lang today?"

"Oh no! they're not going to sneak into the monsters to find the wasps, are they?" the Floating Snow Fairy stood up and clenched the Floating Snow Sword in her hand.

South Mountain of Hundred Flowers Valley.

The bright moon wheel hangs in the sky, the strange rocks on the top of the mountain are craggy, like ghosts, throwing countless shadows to the bottom of the mountain, there are patches of chaotic trees growing under the mountain, the branches and leaves are scattered, this is the place where the monsters gather, the smell is stinking, the yin wind roars, the gusts are like ghosts roaring, making people feel like they are in hell.

On the chaotic bushes, there stood a wasp monster with yellow clothes and yellow armor, the blue wings were as wide as a seat, attached to the back, and a red mark on the back of the neck was six or seven inches long, showing that although the mouth of this monster was not enough to transform into a human form, it was also very close, and the six arms were holding sharp wasp iron spears, horizontal in front of him, two black and bright tentacles swayed in the wind, the strange eyes were wide open, the eyes were greedy and angry, and the huge triangular mouth opened, revealing the terrifying brown fangs, and let out a deafening roar at the opposite side.

This monster is the king of the Hundred Flowers Valley Monster, the eight-handed king wasp monster, self-named Huang Xian, has practiced for thousands of years, the Tao is profound, the heart is ruthless and vicious, and has always coveted the spirit of the spirit clan.

Opposite the wasp stood two handsome men, one wore yellow, slender body, high eyebrows and broad eyes, had the ambition of transcending Lingyun, held a nine-inch folding fan, look at the folding fan, the fan bone is like jade, the fan surface is painted gold, not ordinary;

The wasp shouted: "Sifting Jin and Frost Moon, you can't win after a day of fighting with me, don't you give up?" To tell you the truth, Grandpa Huang will not hand over the 10,000-year-old Lycoris Flower to you, you better go back to Baihuaxi as soon as possible, lest I miss and take away your thousand-year-old Taoism!"

The man in yellow sneered when he heard this, and said, "Old monster of the wasp, if you don't hand over the 10,000-year-old Lycoris flower today, Brother Shuangyue and I will not let you go!"

"Don't talk nonsense, old monster, let's fight for a few more rounds!" The man in white raised the long flute in his hand, put it under his lips, pressed the sound hole lightly, and played, and a burst of smart music flew out of the white pipe, the flute sound was melodious, the momentum was like a rainbow, setting off a wave of sound, like a tide rushing, and like a glacier falling to the ground, unstoppable, attacking towards the wasp, the man in white followed the surging sound waves, flew up, and read aloud in his mouth:

"The wind is rolling, the drizzle is hitting the plantains, the sky is late, a round of jade plate is sold for thousands of years, and I want to be higher than the sky.

There are few bosom friends, and the young man is exhausted, he woke up last night and rode the white dragon, went straight to the blue sky to Qiong Yao, and blew the frost moon flute. ”

The man in white is one of the four green gods of the spirit clan, Frost Moon Xianlang, who is a thousand-year-old white chrysanthemum cultivator, with a handsome face and a noble heart.

The man in yellow did not hesitate, opened the fan on his chest, raised it in the air, gathered his head and scattered, only to see the golden jade fan facing the moonlight, shining with different colors, the fan burst out of mist, suddenly shot out ten thousand golden lights, broke out of the shadow, like a bamboo shadow floating, and like ten thousand arrows came out together, a shot by the wind, attacked the wasp, the man in yellow fluttered up, wrapped in the golden light, chanting:

"The east wind breaks the dawn and chases the smoke and dust, and there are no immortals in the mountains.

The jade fan flicks the fear of all spirits, flicks its fingers and flickers the spring of a thousand years old, and is alone with the stars and moon shadows sieving gold. ”

The man in yellow is called Sifting Jin Xianlang, one of the four green gods of the Spirit Clan, the real body is a thousand-year-old spirit bamboo, cultivated into the body of the moon, tall and thin, outstanding conduct, the sieve gold fan, broken shadow and broken gold, the golden light comes out, all spirits are afraid, and the gods and ghosts are not dang.

The Frost Moon Fairy Lang and the Sifted Gold Fairy Lang urged the Frost Moon Flute and the Sifted Gold Fan to attack the wasp monster, one white and one yellow, like thunder, gradually converging in mid-air, the surrounding trees all fell to the ground, and the stones on the top of the mountain also rolled down one after another, smashing to the ground.

The wasp monster saw the yellow and white light approaching, and did not panic, retreated slightly, jumped in the air, the wings opened, buzzed and flew, six hands turned the wasp iron spear like flying, rolled up a yellow whirlpool in the air, from the whirlpool flew out of countless poisonous bees, the whole body was dark, the tail thorn was poisonous, endlessly, covering the sky and the sun, the bee swarm buzzed, piled up like a mountain, like a dark cloud hiding a faint thunder, emitting a terrifying low roar, whistling, like ten thousand horses galloping, surging, straight towards the two immortals.