Above the mountain, birds sing and fragrance of flowers. The fragrance of flowers carries the sweet voice, like a beauty squatting in the sea of flowers, smelling the fragrance of flowers and humming a pleasant tune.
However, in Leng Xiaoran's eyes, there were a lot of dangers hidden around him. Looking at the few people following him, Bai Yuze actually squatted at the foot of the mountain and cried, and Leng Xiaoran frowned and was unhappy about this. Luan Tuntian had been kicked down the mountain once by himself, but continuing to go up the mountain was commendable, but it was ridiculous. Moreover, what he did at this time was indeed ridiculous and pathetic.
I saw Luan Tuntian yelling at the foot of the mountain, which made everyone at the foot of the mountain feel a little unhappy. And someone rushed up the mountain. Zhan Shuang was reckless and impulsive, but this action was indeed too strange. Soon after, the two of them were actually in their illusory voices, with sword light and gun shadows.
Leng Xiaoran looked at the two of them directly, and then saw Cang Yeyue and Shui Yunxin. The two of them were a little confused, but they could vaguely suppress the hyperplasia of hallucinations in front of them.
"Calm your mind, your heart is as calm as water..." Leng Xiaoran's words swayed like waves of water dizzy, but there was no heat to see except Leng Xiaoran, just feel that Leng Xiaoran's feeling changes.[
Leng Xiaoran said, turning into a swaying thread, which penetrated into the ears of Shui Yunxin and the others.
Immediately, the beautiful girl trembled all over, her eyelids moved, and her shaking body stabilized. The two of them seemed a little happy when they looked at the faint blue figure on the top of the mountain.
"Hu..." Shui Yunxin breathed a sigh of relief. When she found that Leng Xiaoran was still paying attention to her, she felt a little warm in her heart.
"All heart is to guard the spiritual platform." Leng Xiaoran said lightly, "Come up by yourself." After speaking calmly, Leng Xiaoran took off his steps and looked around.
The people at the foot of the mountain looked at Leng Xiaoran without any discomfort on the mountain, and felt a little depressed. Moreover, Leng Xiaoran's words just now were like witty words, and they watched Shui Yunxin and Cang Yeyue also walked up quickly.
"It seems that Leng Xiaoran has a way to restrain the voice of the silhouette banshee." Mo Xing said lightly.
Yan Haoyuna shrugged, "I see that the Fantasy Banshee decided to stay on this mountain on purpose. Since it is a test, there is always a reason for her to appear. I think the cultivation level of the fairy who can influence our cultivation level is definitely not low."
"Only the Holy Envoy of Nuwa can command these demons." Mo Xing nodded and said, while Mo Xing also found some strange things around him, "Have you noticed..."
"Hmm?" Yan Haoyu was stunned, "What?"
"Besides us, there are people from the Nunwa Temple here, and there are no one else besides that." Mo Xing said, but he was not in a hurry to go up the mountain.
Yan Haoyu pondered for a moment, "What do you mean... This is a different world... It is true that Nuwa is not a human being."
...
After the top of the mountain, Leng Xiaoran looked around and needed a golden scorpion, white and blue cabbage flower and Luo Hongyan to refine the divine pills. If you don’t understand the alchemy, you will definitely not know what Luo Hongyan is, it is a kind of flower dew. Shui Yunxin and Cang Yeyue have also followed Leng Xiaoran’s footsteps. The people at the foot of the mountain could no longer stand this. Many people have begun to stop following the footsteps of Ran Tian.
The swallowing of the sky was like a door god on the mountainside. With a big sword and a man could pass through the door, he could not open the door. The loud shouts came one after another, and then a purple sword energy was rolled up.
The noisy place on the mountainside is indeed a very bad scenery.
However, above the top of the mountain, the three of them walked slowly.
"You can recognize all three medicinal herbs?" Shui Yunxin smiled, and the voice from her ear seemed to be weakening a lot. I don't know why. But Shui Yunxin didn't pay much attention.
"Yes." Leng Xiaoran nodded, but at this time, Leng Xiaoran paused, as if he felt a pair of eyes looking at him.
"What's wrong?" Cang Yeyue asked in surprise. The moon-yellow gauze coat covered her body and walked on the green grass, as if the fairy in the Moon Palace had descended to earth.[
Leng Xiaoran looked back and saw another small wood on the top of the mountain seemingly flashing through.
"Hmm?" Leng Xiaoran thought for a moment, "Phantom Banshee?"
"Did you see the Phantom Banshee?" Shui Yunxin asked.
"I don't know." Leng Xiaoran's heart changed, and seemed to have thought of a way, "You two will practice your mind here. In the illusion of the illusion banshee, you can be at a time without being affected at all." He seemed unwilling to go with them.
Shui Yunxin watched Leng Xiaoran walk away, as if the previous hallucination appeared again in front of her. She sighed lightly, and her heart was a little confused.
Cang Yeyue saw Shui Yunxin's thoughts, but what about her? What was Cang Yeyue thinking before? Cang Yeyue was a little stunned for a moment. In Cang Yeyue's heart, Leng Xiaoran's figure was engraved in her heart like a knife. The faint blue figure, she wanted to catch it, flashed away.
"Don't think too much, let's practice quietly for a while. I see that there is plenty of spiritual energy here, no worse than the blessing of the cave heaven and the land." Cang Yeyue said to Shui Yunxin in a low voice and said to him in a low voice.
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Leng Xiaoran's body flashed away, but it appeared. The figure hiding in the bushes stretched out his little head from the branches of the tree trunk, with a strange face.
"Where is a person?" It was like a body the size of a palm flowing between the trees. The tender voice was beautiful, like the sound of nature.
The little thing looks like an ordinary person, but there are two pairs of iridesome wings behind it, flapping gently, as beautiful as a butterfly.
The little thing frowned and thought about the problem, pretty and cute, but the next moment, a cold voice appeared behind her, and the little thing suddenly became alarmed.
"Ah" A sharp scream came from the mouth of the little guy, extremely harsh. Everyone on the mountainside covered their ears with their hands, feeling dizzy, as if the end of the world was coming, and their heads were about to break. Many people had rolled down from the shining, and warmth flowed down the tip of almost everyone's nose.
After the little thing screamed, he immediately wanted to flap his wings and escape, but found that his wings could not flap.
"Let me go, let me go." The little thing turned around and looked at the figure behind him in horror.
His deep eyes stared firmly at a pair of cute little eyes.
"You, you," the little thing trembled slightly, and Qiqiai Ai said in a vain: "What are you going to do?"
Leng Xiaoran smiled and said, "Are you a silly banshee?" Looking at the little thing in his hand, he had never seen a silly banshee before, so he was quite surprised.
"No." When Leng Xiaoran raised her eyebrows when she saw the little thing deny, she gradually became colder and said lightly: "If you are a sage banshee, then I will let you go. Unfortunately, you are not, so you must live."
"Ah" Screams came from my little mouth again. Even Leng Xiaoran felt tinnitus, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "It's useless." As soon as Leng Xiaoran finished speaking, she heard the thumping sound not far away.
The little guy was even more scared when he saw Leng Xiaoran was completely ill. Then he shouted, "Saint Mom Save Me", shouting loudly like a seven or eight-year-old child, asking for help from his elders.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran knew that the little thing was a silly banshee and had followed the orders of the Holy Envoy Nuwa, but when she heard her call the Holy Envoy mother, she was a little surprised.[
"Since that's the case, I'll kill you." Leng Xiaoran grabbed the little thing with his other hand, trying to pinch her to death.
"No, no, no, no. I am, I am, I am," the little guy shouted quickly, and immediately sent it down with his tight palm.
"What are you?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
The little guy pretended to be cute and said, "I am a banshee of the phantom. You can't bully me. Otherwise, I'll call the Holy Mother to beat you." He looked angry, but it was a little too cute in Leng Xiaoran's eyes.
"Uh..." Leng Xiaoran looked at the silly banshee in her hand, and then asked: "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer well, then I'll let you go."
"Oh." The little guy held his chin with both hands, looked at Leng Xiaoran, thinking to himself: "I'm really scared?"
"Golden-patterned scorpion, white orchid cauliflower, where is the fallen red face?" As soon as Leng Xiaoran's words fell, the Phantom Banshee's face changed drastically, and then hurriedly said: "No longer here, I don't know I don't know anything."
"Don't you know?" Leng Xiaoran showed a smile. The little guy looked at Leng Xiaoran's smile and felt cold in his heart. "I...I, I..." said in a stuttering, "Wuwuwuwu" and then started to cry.
"Tell me, I know." Leng Xiaoran seemed to be impatient, the smile on her face disappeared, her eyes were deep like a deep pool. The little thing opened her eyes and was surprised to find that Leng Xiaoran's eyes were emitting a faint blue color, and she forgot to cry for a moment.
"Where is it?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
"In..." the little thing actually said in confusion, his eyes becoming more cute with a dull look.
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Half an hour later, Leng Xiaoran had several more items in her hands. However, there was a red line around Leng Xiaoran's waist, and she tied the little thing to it.
The little thing was gradually fascinating in tears, and Leng Xiaoran smiled faintly, "If you always sing, then things will be boring."
A scorpion with golden patterns the size of a thumb. Although the scorpion is small, it is extremely poisonous. If you accidentally touch the scorpion's tail hook, you may not see the sun tomorrow.
Leng Xiaoran's hands were shining with sky blue light, crushing it directly, and then rubbing it in his hands until it was broken. At the same time, a white orchid in front of him slowly floated up. The orchid was only half the size of a palm, and the petals were curled up, just like a cabbage, and you could see the meridians in it clearly.
As the white orchid cauliflower floated, the white and slender petals actually spread out one by one, floating into Leng Xiaoran's palms, and continued to pinch it. It rolled down, and warmth flowed down the tip of almost everyone's nose.
After the little thing screamed, he immediately wanted to flap his wings and escape, but found that his wings could not flap.
"Let me go, let me go." The little thing turned around and looked at the figure behind him in horror.
His deep eyes stared firmly at a pair of cute little eyes.
"You, you," the little thing trembled slightly, and Qiqiai Ai said in a vain: "What are you going to do?"
Leng Xiaoran smiled and said, "Are you a silly banshee?" Looking at the little thing in his hand, he had never seen a silly banshee before, so he was quite surprised.
"No." When Leng Xiaoran raised her eyebrows when she saw the little thing deny, she gradually became colder and said lightly: "If you are a sage banshee, then I will let you go. Unfortunately, you are not, so you must live."
"Ah" Screams came from my little mouth again. Even Leng Xiaoran felt tinnitus, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "It's useless." As soon as Leng Xiaoran finished speaking, she heard the thumping sound not far away.
The little guy was even more scared when he saw Leng Xiaoran was completely ill. Then he shouted, "Saint Mom Save Me", shouting loudly like a seven or eight-year-old child, asking for help from his elders.
"Huh?" Leng Xiaoran knew that the little thing was a silly banshee and had followed the orders of the Holy Envoy Nuwa, but when she heard her call the Holy Envoy mother, she was a little surprised.
"Since that's the case, I'll kill you." Leng Xiaoran grabbed the little thing with his other hand, trying to pinch her to death.
"No, no, no, no. I am, I am, I am," the little guy shouted quickly, and immediately sent it down with his tight palm.
"What are you?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
The little guy pretended to be cute and said, "I am a banshee of the phantom. You can't bully me. Otherwise, I'll call the Holy Mother to beat you." He looked angry, but it was a little too cute in Leng Xiaoran's eyes.
"Uh..." Leng Xiaoran looked at the silly banshee in her hand, and then asked: "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer well, then I'll let you go."
"Oh." The little guy held his chin with both hands, looked at Leng Xiaoran, thinking to himself: "I'm really scared?"
"Golden-patterned scorpion, white orchid cauliflower, where is the fallen red face?" As soon as Leng Xiaoran's words fell, the Phantom Banshee's face changed drastically, and then hurriedly said: "No longer here, I don't know I don't know anything."
"Don't you know?" Leng Xiaoran showed a smile. The little guy looked at Leng Xiaoran's smile and felt cold in his heart. "I...I, I..." said in a stuttering, "Wuwuwuwu" and then started to cry.
"Tell me, I know." Leng Xiaoran seemed to be impatient, the smile on her face disappeared, her eyes were deep like a deep pool. The little thing opened her eyes and was surprised to find that Leng Xiaoran's eyes were emitting a faint blue color, and she forgot to cry for a moment.
"Where is it?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
"In..." the little thing actually said in confusion, his eyes becoming more cute with a dull look.
...
Half an hour later, Leng Xiaoran had several more items in her hands. However, there was a red line around Leng Xiaoran's waist, and she tied the little thing to it.
The little thing was gradually fascinating in tears, and Leng Xiaoran smiled faintly, "If you always sing, then things will be boring."
A scorpion with golden patterns the size of a thumb. Although the scorpion is small, it is extremely poisonous. If you accidentally touch the scorpion's tail hook, you may not see the sun tomorrow.
Leng Xiaoran's hands were shining with sky blue light, crushing it directly, and then rubbing it in his hands until it was broken. At the same time, a white orchid in front of him slowly floated up. The orchid was only half the size of a palm, and the petals were curled up, just like a cabbage, and you could see the meridians in it clearly.
As the white orchid cauliflower floated, the white and slender petals actually spread out one by one, floating into Leng Xiaoran's palms, and continued to pinch them.