I don't know how long it has been, the warm wind is gently blowing on her face, and when she inhales, the fragrance of plants and trees enters her lungs, and her whole body seems to become lighter.

Lingxi opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a brilliant and vivid color, the branches as white as poplar wood, the leaves with golden orange-red to purple-red gradients, and the brilliant clouds behind the leaves.

Lingxi sat down under the tree again, retracted his heart from afar, found that the land under him was very limited, stood up, only to find that the place he was in was a circle more than one zhang wide, suspended in the air, like an island.

Fang Yan looked around, there were such isolated islands all around, some had trees, some had flowers, and some were like the corner of a broken altar, and there was no end in sight, but even if he couldn't see the end, he could sense that there was endless space in the distance, he never knew that there was such an illusion, and her fossil Oh could only be sucked into a painting, which was very weird and abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

Lingxi remembered that Bai Junqian once said that some spiritual weapons can produce such an effect, and all kinds of scenes are transformed by people's hearts and condensed by spiritual energy, but there is no such scene in her heart, I am afraid that it was left by the people who entered this painting before.

Moreover, the illusion created by such a powerful spiritual weapon, Lingxi is in it like this, it is very easy to be confused by the mind, and the more she believes that it is real, the more unbreakable this illusion will become.

So she must remember a sentence now, this sentence is a sentence that Bai Junqian taught her when she learned this knowledge in the past: Don't forget what is true, don't be confused, don't be nostalgic.

Lingxi suddenly cheered up and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, when suddenly, he noticed the breath of a living creature coming from behind him.

The aura didn't appear suddenly, it had been behind the tree, but Lingxi had just entered here, and his mind was turbulent, and he didn't notice it.

Lingxi immediately became vigilant, holding the red luan sword and walking towards the back of the tree, next to the old trunk, the first thing that caught his eye was a strand of black hair, which snaked along the roots of the tree.

Long black hair, white embroidered gauze skirts, scrolls scattered all over the place, words and patterns flow to the ground like time. A pink and tender little face, with a little baby fat.

It was a little girl of about ten years old, holding a part of the scroll in her arms, half-lying against a tree, breathing evenly, apparently not awake yet...... There seems to be a glow on the eyelashes, and there are two conspicuous red lines under the eyelids.

Lingxi was a little surprised for a while, whose obsession is this little girl?

She looked at it for a while and turned to leave, but the little girl suddenly woke up with a noise, blinked her sleepy eyes, and said with a milk voice that had just woken up, "Are you back?"

Lingxi paused, looked at her puzzled, the other party blinked, and grinned embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." ”

Lingxi didn't leave, she wondered, since this person was transformed by the human heart, and did not really exist, what would happen if she was killed with a sword?

The little girl didn't notice Lingxi's killing intent, she stood up with the scroll in her arms, and jumped in place, her body puffed up with layers of gauze skirts. She floated into the air, keeping her gaze at the same level as Lingxi, her eyes widened and she tilted her head and asked, "What's your name?"

"Lingxi......" Lingxi replied slowly, but the killing intent just now was completely dispersed.

The little girl said, "My name is Painted Deer." ”

Lingxi's eyes lit up, and many possibilities flashed in his mind for a while, and finally asked tentatively, "So, do you know how to get out?"

The other party's big round eyes appeared curious: "You want to go out?"

"Well, I was sucked in by accident. Lingxi replied.

"But I don't know. The little girl said with her head bowed, looking at the scroll in her arms.

Lingxi didn't speak again. In the next moment, her hand and her sword had already given the answer first, and the blade that was so sharp as if it could cut through everything in the world approached the little girl's white and tender skin in an instant, and the fierce sword qi withered countless red leaves, and the sword body made a clanging sound.

All this was only in the blink of an eye for the little girl, and it was not until the blade of the sword stopped that she realized what had happened.

Lingxi's red luan stopped at her neck, and the scattered red leaves turned into ashes in midair, and she looked at Lingxi a little strangely, as if she didn't understand why she did this.

Lingxi looked at the little girl for a while, she didn't plan to really do anything to the little girl, she put away the sword, and when she saw the little girl's reaction, she said lightly: "Hurry up and tell me how to get out?"

"But I really don't know?" said the deer painting, blinking.

Lingxi put her hand on the head of the deer painting and patted it, as if she was a little helpless, and then she didn't stay any longer, and then turned around and jumped with the little girl in her arms, and fell to another lonely island.

Falling on a ruined wall, Lingxi found a clearing, drew a magic circle on the solid stone slab, leaned over and injected the aura into it, and for a moment countless tiny golden light vines grew out of the ground and began to extend outward.

She was looking for the place where the aura gathered the most, maybe it was the array eye of this illusion, this method was found by Lingxi in her memory, and it seemed that she could detect the place where the aura gathered more accurately than the Hongluan Sword.

Soon, most of the golden vines pointed in the same direction, fluttering slightly in mid-air, and then dissipating in mid-air.

Lingxi paused and stood up, looking into the distance. The Hongluan sword was suspended in front of her eyes, and she gently brushed the sword body, and the sword qi surged instantly, as if she was responding to the call of her master.

It's just that when Lingxi wanted to take the little girl again, she found that the little girl who was cast by her binding spell had disappeared, and she was still behind her just now.

What's going on?

There's no time to look here and there, so Lingxi walks with the sword, enters the arrow of the wind, and shuttles quickly between the isolated islands, the red leaves and the ruins of the broken walls are dead and silent, like a brightly colored cemetery.

Depression and dullness fill here.

I don't know how long it went, but there was no sign of the end of the Red Leaf Forest at all, and Lingxi was about to slow down, when suddenly the giant tree in front of her stretched out its branches with a hula and shot down on her.

Lingxi couldn't dodge, so he had to flip back and fall, and Ren Hongluan's sword continued to move forward.

"Who trespassed here?" said an extremely majestic old voice, coming from the tree.

Lingxi landed, recalled the long sword, and asked rhetorically: "Who are you doing with something?"

The giant tree replied, "My heavenly ruins are just standing here. This is my resting place, you little doll, why are you here?"

Lingxi carefully perceived that the other party was composed of a powerful aura, but it was more like a floating aura, not like the kind in the human body.

Thinking about it, I suddenly came back to my senses and remembered that this was an illusion, and I actually regarded the other party as a real existence.

Supposedly, since it is a fantasy, it is not surprising that nothing appears.