Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

The next moment, Que Wuyin only felt his eyes go dark, his breathing gradually became heavy, and finally he closed his eyes powerlessly.

When Que Wuyin died, Cang Xuan just floated down in the forest, flicking his sleeves, Que Wuyin's body was engulfed in flames in an instant.

The patriarchs of various clans who knelt on the ground and begged Gu Huai for mercy turned to kowtow to Cang Xuan, "My lord, spare my life! Forgive my life!"

"You patriarchs have fulfilled their mission and defeated the demon army, what is the crime, there is no need to ask for mercy. When the matter subsides, I will reward you for your merits one by one. Retire first!" Cang Xuan stood in a red robe. In the blood-stained red forest, it looks extraordinarily enchanting.

Just as everyone present was relieved and ready to leave, they heard a low voice from the night: "When did the sword in my god's hand say that you can leave?"

Everyone was on guard, but the hands holding the magic weapon were trembling. After all, a person with superb spiritual power and magic skills like Que Wuyin died under his sword energy in the blink of an eye. The fear in their hearts at this moment can be imagined. Know.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you step back quickly!" After Cang Xuan yelled sharply, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the forest. In the biting cold, there is actually a fragrance of bamboo.

Right in front of Cang Xuan's eyes, the patriarchs of those monster clans were all swept into the eye of the wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Cang Xuan suddenly felt that something was wrong, he only thought that his blood sword was only three feet away from Gu Huai, and Gu Huai was injured again, no matter how superb the technique was, he would never dare to take risks and distract himself, leaving him alone Blood Sword, but went to capture the patriarchs of those monster clans.

However, Gu Huai had locked them all into the Wangyou Talisman as early as when the wind was blowing.

The forest was suddenly silent, and the wounded soldiers of the Subduing Demon Army, who were originally protected by the tree demons, disappeared into the cold wind together with Gu Huai.

"Gu Huai!"

Cang Xuan's roar shook the leaves to the ground, and he stepped on the leaf-covered elm forest, his evil face seemed to be condensed with frost, and the chill was awe-inspiring.

The flame in his palm was like a series of bubbles, floating in the elm forest. He opened his thin lips slightly, and when he exhaled lightly, the magma in the bubbles had already covered the treetops, and the green leaves instantly swelled. reduced to ashes.

Cang Xuan, dressed in red and with red hair, slowly walked out of the sea of ​​flames with a sudden look on his face.

Although Gu Huai could not be captured in one fell swoop in this battle, it was still a serious blow to the prestige of the Demon Subduing Army.

Above the red cloud, Cang Xuan looked down at the elm forest that was swallowed by his phoenix fire, and finally a faint smile overflowed his face.

When the tree demons in the elm forest were suffering from the fire, the screams of the little demons in the bodhi forest were gradually subsiding. The spirit of the tree was damaged overnight, the branches and leaves were withered and yellow, and they fell with the wind.

When the eastern morning dawned, the fire in the elm forest was finally brought under control, but most of the tree demon spirits were injured by Cangxuan's phoenix sky fire, and they were dying.

About half an hour away from Yunshui Palace, there is an underground palace covered by ice and snow.

In a stone hall in the palace, Simeng was staring angrily at the person guarding her in front of her. The person was wearing a colorful long dress, but she looked like a mortal woman in her early twenties, but when she spoke, she was old-fashioned, as if The sound of heavy drums.

"Simeng, listen to my advice, stay here obediently, don't think about running away anymore. I'm not afraid to tell you that the wood spirit is not in this palace at all. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you won't be able to find him."

Like a dream spat fiercely, trying to struggle to sit up, but found that the legs that had been struggling to get free before were bound again, and had to be wrapped in the cloud quilt like a cocoon, placed on the cold stone. on the couch.

"Youmi! Let me go! Why do you tie me up? Do you know who I am? If Cangxuan knew that you treated me like this, he would never let you go lightly!" Being able to break away from the spider silk tied around her wrist, she had to turn her cold eyes to Mrs. Youmi standing in front of the couch, and muttered loudly.

Mrs. Youmi didn't even raise her eyelids, she just sat on the edge of the couch, stroking the cute and docile little white rabbit in her arms, and finally said slowly after a long while: "Lianmeng, you should be content."

She said these words so abruptly, which stunned the originally angry Li Meng, her purple eyes swept across the delicate and gentle Patriarch of the Butterfly Clan in front of her, and suddenly recalled that day in the foggy forest, Aunt Qian Luo told her those old things.

In any case, Mrs. You Mi has the kindness to nurture Si Meng. Although she is not the real Si Meng, after going through many things, she has accepted everything calmly and regards herself and the owner of this body as one person.

"Madam, I beg you, please do me a favor and let me go! I know I am a different kind, I have caused a lot of trouble for the Butterfly Clan, and I don't deserve Madam's care. But when Meng'er was in trouble several times, she became Madam Helping each other out, Madam's kindness, Meng'er, will be deeply appreciated. Please also recite Madam Qianluo's face, and let Meng'er go, just as leaving the only bloodline for the Ziyu Butterfly Clan, please!"

Like Meng contemplated for a while, finally decided to give it a try, only hoping that Youmi would let her go because she is also a member of the Butterfly Clan.

However, Youmi's next words made her completely despair.

"Simeng, why do you think I took you in the Butterfly Clan in the first place?" Mrs. Youmi rolled her eyes, without any emotion, looking at Simeng's frowning brows lightly.

"Madam is kind-hearted, and I can't bear Meng'er being alone." Xiangmeng tentatively replied, but in fact, when Youmi took her in that day, she was still sleeping in the eggshell, at a loss.

Hearing this, Mrs. Youmi's hand on the white rabbit's back suddenly froze, and then the corners of her lips curled up, and she sneered twice, saying: "Oh?! Hehe! Does Simeng really think so?"

The look in her eyes made Simeng a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck into the cloud quilt, and nodded stiffly.

"It seems that the dew poison of the green tree is not useless. Although you survived by chance, you really forgot the future and the past." Mrs. Youmi was clearly smiling, but Rumeng felt that there was something in her eyes. Inexplicable hatred revealed.

"Meng'er doesn't understand, Madam's meaning..." No matter how stupid Meng Meng is, she can still hear the deep meaning in the words. It is obvious that Mrs. You Mi seems to be quite sorry for the fact that she was not poisoned to death by the dew from the green tree. .

Could it be that the poisoning that happened to Xiangmeng that day was not an unintentional act as Yifeng said, but something else?

Like Meng looked puzzled, the hatred in Mrs. Youmi's eyes was revealed instantly, and even the tone of her words cooled down, "Hmph! If the lord hadn't brought the amber himself, I wouldn't have understood Taking in people from other races? What's more, when you were wrapped in amber, I didn't notice the difference at all. It wasn't until 2000 years ago, when a gorgeous little purple butterfly suddenly appeared in my clan, that I gradually realized..."

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