The next moment, Que Wuyuan felt his eyes go dark, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he finally closed his eyes weakly.
When Que Wuyin died, Cang Xuan happened to be floating in the forest. He flicked his sleeves and Que Wuyin's body was instantly swallowed up by the flames.
The clan chiefs who had knelt on the ground to beg Gu Huai for mercy, all turned to Cangxuan and kowtowed, "Lord, spare your life! Spare your life!"
"The clan leaders have fulfilled their mission and defeated the demon-suppressing army. There is no need to ask for mercy for any crime. When this matter subsides, I will reward you for your merits one by one. Please step aside first!" Cang Xuan stood in a red robe.
In the forest stained red by blood, it looks particularly enchanting.
Just when everyone present felt relieved and were about to leave, they heard a low voice coming from the night: "When did the sword in this god's hand say that you can leave?"
Everyone was on guard, but the hands holding the magic weapon were trembling. After all, people like Que Wuyuan, who were skilled in spiritual power and magic, had died under his sword energy in just the blink of an eye. You can imagine the fear in their hearts at this moment.
Know.
"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you get out of here quickly!" After hearing Cang Xuan's sharp shout, a strong wind suddenly blew in the forest. Just as the heat wave hit us, another cold wind suddenly swept in, and the ice...
The biting cold still carries the fragrance of bamboo.
Right in front of Cang Xuan's eyes, the patriarchs of the demon clan were all caught in the eye of the wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Cang Xuan suddenly felt that something was not good. He only thought that his blood sword was only three feet away from Gu Huai. Gu Huai was injured. No matter how superb his technique was, he would never dare to take the risk of being distracted and ignore him.
The blood sword went to capture the clan leaders of the demon clan.
However, Gu Huai had already used magic to lock them all into the Forgetting Talisman when the wind started blowing.
The forest suddenly fell silent, and the wounded soldiers of the Demon-Suppressing Army, who had been protected by the tree demons, disappeared into the cold wind together with Gu Huai.
"Gu Huai!"
Cang Xuan's roar caused the leaves to fall to the ground. He stepped in the elm forest covered with leaves, and his face seemed to be condensed with frost, and he was so cold.
The flames in his palm were like a series of bubbles, floating in the elm forest. His thin lips were opened slightly, and as he gently exhaled, the magma in the bubbles had already covered the treetops, and the tender green leaves instantly
Turn into ashes.
Cang Xuan, dressed in red and with red hair, slowly walked out of the sea of fire with a sudden look on his face.
Although this battle failed to capture Gu Huai in one fell swoop, it ultimately severely damaged the prestige of the Demon-Suppressing Army.
Above the red clouds, Cang Xuan looked down at the elm forest devoured by his phoenix sky fire, with a faint smile finally overflowing on 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 subsided. However, the roots of the Bodhi tree demons were injured due to the battle between Gu Huai and Cangxuan. The Bodhi trees stretching for hundreds of miles...
The tree's spirit was damaged overnight, its branches and leaves turned yellow and fell with the wind.
As the morning light gradually dawned in the east, the fire in the elm forest was finally under control, but most of the tree demon spirits were injured by Cangxuan's phoenix sky fire and 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, Xi Meng was glaring angrily at the person guarding him. The person was wearing a colorful dress. She looked like a mortal woman in her early twenties, but when she spoke, she sounded like an old man.
The deep sound of dusk drums.
"Like a dream, listen to my advice, stay here and don't think about escaping 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 in the ground, you won't be able to find him."
Xi Meng spat viciously and tried to struggle to sit up, but found that her legs that had been able to escape were bound again, and she had to be wrapped in a cloud quilt like a cocoon, on the cold stone.
On the couch.
"Youmi! Let me go! Why are you tying me up? Do you know who I am? If Cangxuan knew you were treating me like this, I would never let you go!" His wrists hurt, but he still didn't.
After being able to break away the spider threads tied around her wrists, she could only turn her cold eyes towards Mrs. Youmi who was standing in front of the couch and murmured loudly.
Mrs. Youmi didn't even raise her eyelids, she just sat on the edge of the couch, caressing the cute and docile little white rabbit in her arms. After a while, she finally said slowly: "Like a dream, you should be content."
She suddenly said these words, which made Shi Meng, who was originally angry, startled. Her purple eyes swept across the delicate and gentle leader of the Butterfly Clan in front of her, and she suddenly recalled what Aunt Qianluo told her that day in the misty forest.
those old things.
In any case, Mrs. Youmi has been kind to Simeng in nurturing her. Although she is not really Simeng, she has gone through many things and has already accepted everything calmly and regards herself and the owner of this body as one person.
"Madam, please be kind and let me go! I know that I am an anomaly. I have caused a lot of trouble to the Butterfly Clan, and I do not deserve Madam's care. But Meng'er became Madam when she was in trouble several times.
Madam's kindness to Meng'er will be deeply touched by her helping hand. Madam, please remember Aunt Qianluo's face and let Meng'er go, just as leaving the only bloodline for the Purple Jade Butterfly family, please!"
Xi Meng thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try, hoping that Youmi would let her go for the sake of being a member of the butterfly clan.
However, Youmi's next words made her completely despair.
"Shi Meng, why do you think I took you in to the Butterfly Clan in the first place?" Madam Youmi rolled her eyes, looking at Shi Meng with a frown without any emotion.
"Madam is kind-hearted and cannot bear to have Meng'er be alone and helpless." Simeng replied tentatively. In fact, when Youmi took her in that day, she was still sleeping in the egg shell, confused and unknown.
Hearing this, Mrs. Youmi's hand caressing Bai Tu's back suddenly stopped, and then she curved her lips and sneered twice, saying: "Oh?! Haha! Is Shimeng really thinking so?"
The look in her eyes made Simeng feel a little uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck into the cloud quilt, and nodded stiffly.
"It seems that the poison of the dew of the green tree is not useless. Although you were lucky enough to survive, you have really forgotten your future and the past." Mrs. Youmi was clearly smiling, but Simeng felt that there was something in her eyes.
Inexplicable hatred revealed.
"Meng'er doesn't understand, Madam's meaning..." No matter how stupid Shi Meng is, she can still hear the deep meaning in her words. It is obvious that Madam Youmi seems to regret that she was not poisoned by the dew of the green tree.
.
Could it be that Xi Meng's poisoning that day was not an unintentional act as Yifeng said, but something else was fishy?
Xi Meng's face was confused, and the hatred in Mrs. Youmi's eyes was instantly revealed, and even the tone of her words cooled down, "Huh! If the Lord hadn't brought that amber in person, how could I have been inexplicable?
Taking in a foreigner? What’s more, I didn’t notice anything was wrong with you when you were wrapped in amber. It wasn’t until two thousand years ago that a gorgeous little purple butterfly suddenly appeared in my tribe, and I gradually realized..."