The only way

Chapter 162

Among the dreamlike sea of ​​purple flowers, there are eight figures lying quietly.

Continuous green branches and vines intertwine and criss-cross above these figures, and snow-white flowers bloom one after another.

The several figures lying in the sea of ​​flowers seemed to be covered with clothes of green branches and snowflakes, and above each face, there was a piece of serenity and tranquility.

But the complexion on the face gradually dimmed at a feeble speed visible to the naked eye, and it was no longer bright and clean as a monk. After that, the snow-white flowers on the branches slowly grew buds, slowly Bloom petals.

If you look carefully, you can see the emerald green branches, where they are wrapped around the body, they are clearly piercing into the flesh and blood, sucking spiritual power.

Suddenly, it had been peaceful and quiet all the time, among the eight figures lying in the sea of ​​flowers, a face carved like jade frowned slightly, and the eyeballs moved under the heavy eyelids.

On the other side, there was a handsome face, the tip of his eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and the sword box behind him trembled slightly.

The purple flowers around seemed to be extremely afraid of the snow-white flowers, lying near several figures in the sea of ​​flowers, the purple flowers were all crawling low on the flower branches, only around the girl in green clothes, the few purple flowers seemed to be swaying in the strong wind .

As if extremely frightened, he struggled to approach the girl in green clothes quietly. The purple petals touched the girl, and the light green leaves trembled and patted the girl.

A stream of emotions of danger, fear, and running away flowed into the girl's heart.

in the cave.

The young girl in green clothes holding a copy of "Book of Heaven's Secret Formation" in her hand has a strong sense of danger in her heart, which lingers all the time.

His eyes fell on everyone's surprised and greedy faces, but somehow there was a sense of unreality.

There must be something wrong.

The smell of death on Luo Zhilan's body.

The crisis in Huahai, they had just prepared to deal with the crisis, and the gold-eating bees immediately appeared.

There is no mechanism in the cave, and it is opened directly, which is completely different from the previous situation.

All the things left by the owner here are exactly what everyone wants.

Obviously she got the treasure and avoided the gold-eater bee, but the sense of danger in her heart did not weaken at all, and even became much stronger.

In other words, the flowers and plants here were not intended to warn her against the Gold-Eating Face Bee. Then, it meant that there must be other problems here.

Moreover, there is always a sense of unreality in the early spiritual awareness.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Lingchu felt.

A faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose looming.

fragrance!

Lingchu suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the sea of ​​flowers that was several feet away, and his heart suddenly became clear.

The sea of ​​flowers, that purple sea of ​​flowers, is the beginning of everything.

The slender figure flew by like a light bird in an instant, and returned to the sea of ​​flowers again.

But within a few breaths, in the sea of ​​flowers, the overwhelming gold-eating human-faced bees disappeared without a trace.

Even on the ground, after being attacked by everyone, the swarm of bees that should be full of corpses could not see a single bit.

Lingchu stretched out his hand neatly, and was about to cut off a purple flower, but at the moment of contact, he felt the intermittent closeness and warning emotion from the purple flower, and the movement of his hand paused slightly.

Bend over to get close to the purple flower, and gently touch the delicate flower with the tip of your nose.

A piece of freshness, without the slightest fragrance.

This sea of ​​purple flowers is simply tasteless flowers!

There is a problem with this fragrance!

Lingchu's clear eyes lit up, and his spiritual power instantly sealed his sense of smell, blocked all the senses of the physical body, and closed his eyes to concentrate.

Stick to the sea of ​​consciousness, and the consciousness is clear.

As if breaking free from a bondage, and like a drowning person emerging from the water, in an instant, Lingchu only felt that a transparent film had been lifted before his eyes, and a sense of clarity came to his heart.

In the sea of ​​purple flowers, the girl in green clothes suddenly moved, and her clear eyes opened instantly on her jade-like face.

There was a sense of relief in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Lingchu opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt another sense of restraint.

Looking down, the limbs and figure are all entwined by emerald green branches and vines. On the skin, there are bursts of tingling pain, and the snow-white delicate flowers are gently swaying in the wind.

Lingchu raised his eyes, and all he saw were small purple flowers.

Still tightly closing the sense of smell, in the dantian, the glazed green lotus fire trembled slightly, and the glazed flames circulated on Lingchu's body, burning the snow-white flowers and emerald green branches in an instant.

Lingchu, who seemed to be wearing a flaming feather coat, touched the glazed green lotus fire with a faint smile, and thanked him again in his heart.

Liuli Qinglianhuo jumped for a bit, silently put it away, and returned to the dantian.

Lingchu stood up, looked at the other seven figures lying beside him, and his eyes fell on one of them, with a trace of sadness in his brows.

She finally knew why she could sense the breath of death in a living person.

Three of the seven figures have lost their breath.

The two brothers of the Bai family, and the beautiful nun Rulan.

Although it is a pity, life and death are impermanent, and after all, they are just strangers.

Lingchu sighed, and his eyes fell on the snow-white flowers.

After squinting for a while, Lingchu found a thick book from the storage bag.

On it, there are five big characters of strange flowers and grasses.

Swish swish.

It's the sound of paper flying, ten lines at a glance, Lingchu flits over the light yellow paper one by one, colorful and lifelike illustrations of flowers and plants.

Finally stopped on one of the pages.

found it!
Lingchu's clear eyes lighted up slightly, shining brightly like the stars on a summer night.

"It's like a flower."

A voice as clear as water and blue stones sounded faintly from behind Lingchu, but like thunder, it shocked Lingchu for a moment.

Qing Luodieyi subconsciously emerged, Lingchu turned around abruptly, and looked at the young man surnamed Jiang who had woken up at some point.

When did he wake up?
What about the rest?

Lingchu's eyes fell on the other people, and they still had peaceful faces.

"Just woke up, not as early as Fellow Daoist." The young man surnamed Jiang stood up, his eyes also fell on Luo Zhilan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"A flower like this comes from a Buddhist speech. All things with potential are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew and electricity, so they should be viewed as such." The pine-like young man stretched out his slender hands and directly tore off the green branches and flowers on his body.

"This flower feeds on dreams. If the dreamer does not wake up, he will turn into the feed of this flower. He will fall into a heavy dream and cannot extricate himself. However, once he wakes up, even a three-year-old child will not smell its fragrance. It can also be easily destroyed."

Rushihua has a powerful dream-making and devouring power, but its body is extremely fragile.

Lingchu looked at the almost identical introductions on the record of exotic flowers and herbs, and in the eyes of the young man surnamed Jiang, who seemed to fall on the book, coughed dryly twice, turned his hand, and recorded the exotic flowers and herbs stand up.

　Thank you Nuan for the monthly pass, hee hee, (`) heartfelt
　　
　
(End of this chapter)