The group wrapped themselves tightly and carefully shuttled through the flower forest.

Seeing that he would soon be able to get rid of the entanglement of the magic flower, he suddenly saw a woman who passed through the flower wall in an incredible way and blocked the end of the mountain road.

This is the Demon Flower of the Ghost Valley that dies with its skin!

- What's the matter? She's shirtless and her legs, all right?

- even stepping barefoot on poisonous petals!

Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and watched the woman come down like a demon fairy.

The pure black long dress, no matter the material, material or style, has never been seen. Completely different from the conservative and restrained style of women's clothing in this state, the neckline of the long skirt is actually bare, and the line is horizontal, revealing the plump curves of the chest, outlining the white neck, delicate collarbones, and small shoulders......

Not to mention the charming waistline that tightens up along the hips, showing more and more the slenderness of the bee waist and the plumpness of the hips, just look at this skirt, it is not as usual to see, the good ones have opened several long slits, like torn curtains!

In particular, the distinctive long crimson hair is not finely combed, but is so natural and slightly chaotic, and it has a mysterious luster in the colorful sunlight. And on that pretty face with a three-dimensional sense, a pair of deep eye sockets, shining two jewel-like eyes, long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and crimson lips together form a sneer full of charm and palpitations......

Yang Ruoqing, Xue Yu and others were dazzled by this woman's strange costume, especially the extremely revealing and bewitching dress, and they turned their heads one after another, too ashamed to look at them directly.

Only Yang Ao was alone, resolutely, staring straight at the different colors in front of him, like a silk scarf tied to the thorns, and his soul was firmly pulled.

The sharp cone in his body generally resisted the strength of his waist and abdomen, and at this moment, it also rushed down his spine to his brain, prompting Yang Ao to raise his neck very unnaturally. At the same time, strange sounds began to come out of his mouth, staccato and sound like seven words:

"Magic Flower...... Poisonous...... High officer...... Unstained!"

There are only seven words before and after - the magic flower is poisonous and unstained, like a poem, but it is not a poem.

And what is even more surprising, and even a little creepy, is that the woman who is full of magic all over her body also answered seven words leisurely, as if she was correcting the formula:

"The concubine does not know ...... Demon Flower King"

She whispered softly as she slowly approached. A strong smoky wind surged along with the flowing dress, accompanied by the unrecognizable fragrance of the recipe and the sound of drumming.

In this fantastic fragrant wind fairy music, I saw that the hat on Yang Ao's head and the masked black scarf were all pinched by an invisible hand, and they were lifted one by one, revealing his face.

That face was as pale as paper! A pair of sword eyebrows turned into two powerful "centipedes", Danfeng's eyes became blood-red, and his lips were purple and black, almost the same as the previous change by the lake!

At the same time, the woman's long skirt dragged to the ground and leaned down. The long red shoulder-length hair, the black neckline, and the dazzling white misty complexion on the neckline are all blended together, revealing a wild and somewhat ambiguous seductive atmosphere.

"Uh, Mei'er......?"

Yang Ao's throat moved, and his voice became muddy, hoarse, and panting, like an old man in his last years.

When the woman heard this call, she seemed to have been electrocuted, her bare shoulders trembled slightly, and tears seemed to glisten in her jeweled eyes. Immediately afterwards, she suddenly frowned, bit her red lip in pain, stretched out her slender jade fingers and wanted to caress Yang Ao's face, but when her fingertips were about to touch the other party, she suddenly retracted it, looking very entangled and contradictory.

For this series of strange scenes, people on both sides can see it clearly. Especially Uncle Zhang and Yang Ruoqing, because they had seen Yang Ao's transformation into a demon, and just heard that strange conversation, they couldn't help but mutter.

At the moment, they have at least three inferences: First, regardless of whether this woman is a god or a ghost, or pretending to be a ghost, but seeing that she can come out of the magic flower unharmed, this alone is enough to prove that she is likely to be the owner of the demon flower in the ghost valley. Secondly, it was obvious that she and the sword demon in Yang Ao's body should be familiar with each other, and moreover, it was not an ordinary acquaintance. Third, as for Yang Ao, alas, he seems to have gone mad again.

Because of these three judgments, the old and young people panicked and wanted to persuade others to avoid it quickly. It's a pity that he was already a step too late, Shi Zhongyue didn't know what to do, he had already shouted, and rushed forward with a sword!

"What a demon girl!

The three-foot long sword, dancing in the cold light, went straight to the woman in the black dress. Seeing that the woman did not move, she only shook her long hair, and the red light on the ground flickered, and the falling petals suddenly came to life as if they were possessed by ghosts, and then connected into a swirling "red ribbon", firmly entangled the long sword in it.

"Brother beware!" Song Henian saw that the momentum was not right, so he hurriedly shook his slightly bloated figure, and stepped forward to help with his sword. Suddenly, countless sword stars flew out with a swishing cold wind, directly taking those magic flowers that swirled out of thin air.

It is strange to say that when the blade of the sword touched the petals of the flower, it seemed to hit the steel, and the clanging sound was endless. If you accidentally miss two or three flowers and are wiped by it, it is extremely dangerous. Thanks to the glory of the cultivation of the five-star swordsman, the long sword he held was also a rare divine weapon, so he gritted his teeth and waved it for a while, and finally shot down all the flying magic flowers.

At the same time that the two elders were fighting hard to fly flowers, the woman and Yang Ao were like no one around, you said a word, and I talked to each other, the picture was indeed quite weird!

"You?...... It's here?"—this is Yang Ao, of course, it is actually the sword demon in his body who is asking.

"I'm not here, where else can I be!" the woman burst into tears.

"Didn't you leave that day......?"

"If I don't leave, how can you go?"

With the dialogue between the two, scenes of the past are reflected on the crimson flower wall.

......

It turned out that before a thousand tribulations, the woman's stage name Mengmei was a well-known Oiran in the south. And the sword demon hiding in Yang Ao's underworld boat was just a budding prodigal boy named Ah Chen at that time.

Ah Chen was originally an orphan, and no one knew his surname, and he was adopted by the old Taoist of the Land Temple when he was a child. Relying on not being afraid of death, being ruthless, and willing to take on work, he gradually made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and also had some wealth.

It is said that "the young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim." Ah Chen and Mengmei went from meeting and acquaintance, clouds and rain, to knowing and falling in love, and cherishing each other, it took only three days. On the fourth day, both of them were tired of the prosperity of the floating world, and they were always thinking about how to escape from the cage of the world and compare their wings to a foreign land. It's a pity that creation makes people, Ah Chen fell into the demon world because of an accidental encounter, not only won the supreme glory of the sword demon, but also broke through a monstrous disaster, and was killed by the two worlds of people and gods, and sealed his Yuan Shen in Qingniuling. Mengmei heard the news and went to the rescue, but on the way, she strayed into the hands of thieves and died tragically in the suburbs. Her unjust soul died without turning a blind eye, gathering the eight desolate angers, generating 10,000 acres of ghost valley demon flowers, and she became the master of the flower forest, relying on sucking the blood of past creatures to keep her body incorruptible and practicing evil magic......

In an instant, a thousand calamities have passed.

Because this valley bottom road is becoming deserted, those "rations" that strayed into the flower forest are becoming more and more scarce. As a last resort, Mengmei recently took the risk of going against the sky to break the rules of the magic flower opening in winter, so that it bloomed early at the turn of summer and autumn.

It can be regarded as a bad fate and a coincidence, just happened to meet Yang Ao and his party to take a shortcut and send it to the door by themselves. And the sword demon primordial god hidden in his body was stimulated by the strange fragrance of the demon flower, and he woke up and couldn't wait to rush out of the underworld. However, the Yuan Shen couldn't see the sun, so he could only hesitate helplessly in Yang Ao's mind, irritable and helpless.

Perhaps, the farthest distance in the world is not that the heavens are separated and we cannot see each other, but that although we are close to each other, we are difficult to hold hands!

......

"Mer!"

The memory flashed back to his eyes, and Yang Ao closed his blood-red eyes in pain, twitching his purple and blackened lips, and let out a desperate scream. Two lines of blood and tears slipped down the pale face.

"Ah Chen......" The woman in the black dress looked at each other, and finally mustered up the courage, her trembling fingers gently touched the messy long hair, and felt the familiar and long-lost body temperature. However, a trace of purple green smoke immediately ignited from her fingertips—"No, no, no!" and this made her withdraw her hand as quickly as if she had touched a thorn, and muttered to herself like crazy, "No! You are not Ah Chen! I, and I am not Mei'er...... I'm the Demon Flower of the Ghost Valley!Ahahaha...... The magic flower is poisonous! You don't know! You don't know!

Everyone was frightened by the woman's crazy appearance, but Yang Ao was still clenched into fists and knelt on the ground. The black broken sword hung quietly on his waist without the slightest reaction.

The second elder of Songshi tried to stabilize his mind, and while protecting the others, he shouted with a horizontal sword: "Demon girl! If you understand, get out of the way! If you are blindly entangled, don't blame us for sacrificing our lives!"

When the woman in the black dress heard this, she suddenly put away a miserable smile, and stared coldly at the second elder and the others and shouted, "Hmph! I wanted to let you go because of his face." Who knows if you don't know what to do, and you will repeatedly disturb the purity of the two of us!

After saying that, his body turned sharply, and his hands rolled up several petals, and he hit straight over!