After the villain's cultivation base is lost

A dream of yellow beams.

There are boundless clusters of flowers blooming outside the secret realm, and thousands of butterflies are dancing in the colorful shadows of the flowers, which reveals a little bit of indescribable weirdness overflowing from too dense beauty.

In the past two days, many monks have come out of the secret realm. People who went deep into the hinterland said that they seemed to have had a dream that they didn't want to wake up, which caused everyone to go to the center of the secret realm.

Sheng Jiao stood alone at the entrance of the secret realm.

A few butterflies silently landed on his shoulders and flapped their wings, their gazes swept over him coldly, but the overly glamorous butterflies turned into snowflakes and dissipated as if they had been frozen by frost.

Not far away, Le Zhengzhen was cursing.

He doesn't like to deal with people, he really doesn't want to enter the illusion of crowds, but the night before yesterday when he was drunk and excited, he directly agreed to Heng Yudu and was forced to come and take care of the children.

The half-grown child who followed him was still a fussy one, chattering all the way, the little boy looked at Le Zhengzhen, who was covered from head to tail in a black robe, only felt mysterious and cold, and clinged to him even tighter.

"Master Lezheng! What is your phase pattern?"

"I'm so scared now, will you protect me?"

"Would you like some elixir? You seem to be shaking with fright, too."

Le Zhengzhen: "..."

Le Zhengzhen looked at him from under the hood expressionlessly, thinking that I was pissed off by your crap.

Feng Yu and Liu Changxing were the most excited, they had happily brought the children into the illusion, planning to show off in front of the children.

The child that Rang Chen took was quiet, obediently following him, and didn't say a word if he didn't ask him, so there was no need to worry.

Sheng Jiao turned his head and glanced at the little girl running up beside him.

Qin Banban was wearing new clothes and a golden bell in her hair. She was pretty and lively, as if the hardships of the previous 12 years had been smoothed away and no trace could be seen.

She blinked her eyes, not afraid of Sheng Jiao's cold face, and asked crisply: "Uncle, are you and Brother Lan also classmates and friends?"

Uncle Sheng: "..."

Sheng Jiao frowned, not quite understanding that he and Xi Jianglan were obviously the same age, why one was called elder brother and the other was uncle.

Qin Banban looked at him eagerly.

Sheng Jiao never liked to talk to people he didn't know well, and walked straight to the entrance of the secret realm without saying a word, and the wind brought by him shook the butterflies flying around him into pieces of snowflakes that rustled down.

Qin Banban has sold cakes since she was a child, and she has seen countless customers with eccentric tempers, and she doesn't feel discouraged.

She ran forward with a smile, a bunch of butterflies danced around her, the little girl thought it was pretty, she swayed the layered skirt a few times, the bells in her hair jingled, and she couldn't stop giggling.

Sheng Jiao tilted his head coldly, and said indifferently without moving his lips: "Follow me."

Qin Banban let out an "oh" and followed obediently.

Although Xiangwen is "Three Geng Xue", but Qin Banban is as enthusiastic as a warm little sun, and Sheng Jiao can enjoy herself even if she ignores her, humming a little song from the northern border and strolling into the secret realm.

The periphery of "Meng Huangliang" is just a circle of illusory land, which is no different from ordinary secret lands, except that there are mostly dense forests and spirit beasts.

Even if they encounter evil beasts, they are still insane, but when they see people, they scream and scream in fright, and run as fast as they can, and the children who have just established their foundations can repel them.

After looking around, Qin Banban gradually felt bored, and asked curiously, "Uncle, Hengzhangyuan said that we will stay in the secret realm for half a day, so are we just going around here?"

Sheng Jiao looked down at her.

Qin Banban pointed to the towering giant tree in the center of the secret realm of "Menghuangliang".

"Can't we go there?"

The tree was already withered, but the densely packed branches covered the sky and the sun and went straight to the sky. The shadow of the tree was so huge that it seemed to cover the entire illusion, just looking at it made people feel afraid.

Sheng Jiao looked at the bold girl indifferently, and said indifferently, "Are you from Li Xiangzhai?"

Qin Banban asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Sheng Jiao was silent.

Only people who live in Li Xiangzhai are so rebellious and rebellious at a young age.

Some time ago when I saw Qin Banban getting along with Xi Jianglan in Wuyin City, I thought she was a very poor and silly girl, but never thought that she was so bold by nature, as if she didn't know what fear was.

Thinking about it, she dared to attack Heng Yudu as long as she was a mortal, so she was naturally not a docile and gentle person.

If she didn't have a sharp edge, she might not have lived so long in a remote place like Wuyin City.

"No."

Sheng Jiao didn't say too much, and scattered the little girl's delusions with concise words.

Qin Banban had no choice but to nod and gave up.

Sheng Jiao walked with Qin Banban for a while, his brows were tightly frowned, feeling inexplicably noisy.

In fact, Qin Ban didn't talk much, but he would happily share the joy with Sheng Jiao when he encountered novel things. His twittering was like a lark's chirping, which was very pleasant to the ear——Obviously Xi Jianglan talked a lot since he was a child, and he wanted to annoy people to death, but Sheng Jiao still felt noisy.

Very unreasonable.

Sheng Jiao frowned and looked at the golden bell in the girl's hair, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Jingle.

jingle bell.

Ding.

On the other side of the secret realm, Xi Jianglan lazily fiddled with a golden bell on his wrist, put his hand to his ear and listened for a while, making sure that he only heard the extremely faint sound, he smiled with satisfaction.

Ying Zhuo wondered, "What are you listening to, brother?"

"Answer the bell." Xi Jianglan said with a smile, "The closer the other bell is to me, the louder this bell will be."

It can prevent him from being unlucky and bump into Sheng Jiao in the secret realm, so as to save him from being beaten.

At this time, the sound of the bell was weak, which meant that Sheng Jiao and Qin Banban were far away from them, allowing him to die with peace of mind.

Xi Jianglan and Ying Zhuo walked towards the towering withered tree in the center of the illusion.

The Ying family prospered because of Ying Zhuo's heaven-level phase pattern, so they naturally missed the despicable and nasty things that the Zhongzhou family did to "Kan Tianyan" more than ten years ago.

"I remember, before you awakened Xiangwen, your family was a small family in Zhongzhou?" Xi Jianglan and Ying Zhuo chatted.

Ying Zhuo nodded: "Yes, at the time when I awakened to the heavenly level pattern, my father was worried and at the same time felt rejoicing. He said that it was a good thing that I was at the heavenly level rather than the spiritual level, otherwise my family would be in trouble."

For a small sect without the protection of a big family, if it awakens the spirit-level pattern, it will often end up being forcibly taken away from the spirit-level pattern, and even more tragically, the whole family may even be slaughtered.

Hundreds of years ago, there were spirit-level phase patterns that also encountered this matter.

Xi Jianglan laughed: "Yes, fortunately you are heavenly."

Ying Zhuo has spent too much time studying Xi Jianglan's words and deeds these years, and keenly sensed that there seemed to be something in his words, so he asked suspiciously, "Senior brother?"

"Qiaoer." Xi Jianglan patted him on the shoulder and said, "You should go back first."

Ying Zhuo frowned: "I don't know how dangerous this secret place is. Senior brother's cultivation level has not yet fully recovered, so it's too dangerous without me to follow."

Xi Jianglan smiled and said: "You have been taught by Wen Zhangzun, and this time I am against him, so you are not afraid of being in an embarrassing situation?"

What's more, Wen Gubai's temper is eccentric, and Ying Zhuo's past is dangerous.

Ying Zhuo frowned: "Brother... want to kill Wen Zhangzun?"

Xi Jianglan seemed to be talking about something very common, and nodded absently: "Yeah."

Ying Zhuo: "..."

Ying Zhuo just thought for a moment, then said decisively: "I'll go with senior brother."

Li Xiangzhai's people are always scornful of ethics and reason, and their emotions are weak, not to mention that for Ying Zhuo, Wen Gubai has only taught him for a few years, and it can't make up for the friendship between him and his senior brother.

Xi Jianglan gave him a quiet look.

He really doesn't understand how attractive he is, to make Ying Zhuo come here despite the danger.

Seeing that Xi Jianglan didn't say anything to drive him away, Ying Zhuo bent his eyes to catch up with him, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Senior brother, when I bought Xi's Xiangwen in the black market, there was a pair of your mother's Xiangwen in it."

The portrait pattern of the longitudinal wife?

Fantastic butterflies fluttered around him, Xi Jianglan didn't lift his head, and said casually, "Huh?"

But Ying Zhuo only found out a few days ago that in Xi Minghuai's memory...

Mrs. Zong's Xiangwen has been completely crushed by "Xi Jue", and it is impossible for someone to extract it completely.

Ying Zhuo hesitated for a long time, but still raised his lips and smiled, and did not continue this topic.

"It's nothing—it seems that the more you go into the illusion, the more butterflies will appear."

Xi Jianglan raised his hand and let the butterfly land on his finger silently. Seeing the butterfly flapping its wings lightly twice, he said calmly, "It's like a dream but not a dream. Maybe you and I are already in a dream but don't know it?"

Ying Zhuo was taken aback.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Jianglan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the weak spiritual power of his fingertips suddenly condensed into golden needles, which silently pierced towards the dense crowd of butterflies that almost obscured his vision.

"Jue'er." Butterfly ran away, and someone said with a smile, "It's too disrespectful to the teacher who personally taught you to grow up when we meet again after a long absence."

Xi Jianglan's hair was covered with butterflies, as if he was in an extremely beautiful picture scroll.

The butterfly instantly split into two and dispersed, revealing the people behind.

Wen Gubai was dressed in white, with a snow-colored headband fluttered by butterflies, smiling like an ethereal fairy who was alone in the world.

Ying Zhuo was taken aback.

He didn't even notice Wen Gubai's arrival just now, didn't Xi Jianglan's spiritual power not recover?

Xi Jianglan pulled Ying Zhuo by his forearm and dragged him behind him, stepped forward and stepped on the butterfly on the ground, which instantly turned into broken sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, with a strong fragrance.

"Don't dare to do it." Xi Jianglan was still smiling, but there was a ruthless and cold killing intent in his eyes, "Wen Zhangzun slaughtered Xi's family back then, did you ever think that you were the teacher?"

Wen Gubai's words and actions have always been refreshing, and it is even more so at this time. He smiled warmly: "I thought you would appreciate me, after all..."

He said, as if he saw Ying Zhuo belatedly, he smiled lightly.

Before Ying Zhuo could react, Xi Jianglan suddenly pushed him back, and Tianyan's spiritual power formed a barrier to surround Ying Zhuo.

A crisp "ding" sounded.

Wen Gubai's sharp spiritual power pierced through the barrier like a sharp arrow, struggling to get stuck in it, and the cold light flashed towards Ying Zhuo's eyebrows, only half an inch before it could sink into the body, completely crushing the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ying Zhuo's heavenly "weaving under the eaves" turned into snow-white spider silk after the barrier blocked the spiritual power that almost killed him, wrapping his teeth and claws around his body.

Ying Zhuo was still in shock and looked around in astonishment.

Xi Jianglan stood in front of him, lowered his hands slowly, and said with a smile: "Wen Zhangzun, you haven't started playing chess yet, so don't think about lifting the chessboard."

Wen Gubai's eyes turned completely cold.

"Your pattern..."

The butterflies lingering around seem to be blown by a gust of wind, forming rolling and cascading waves.

The sound of butterflies vibrating their wings is too subtle, but thousands of them flapping together can almost create a harsh wind.

All of a sudden, all the butterflies suddenly stopped in the air, their wings stiffened, as if frozen in time.

The dead tree covered by clouds and mist in the distance finally revealed its true colors in a gust of wind—it turned out to be a tens of feet high "tree" condensed by countless butterflies.

Yutuishan sat lazily on the branch made of butterflies, dangling his legs, pinching a few pieces of pastries and eating with relish.

"Meng Huangliang" was forged by his "Kan Tianyan", although it is less than one percent of the pattern of "Dream Huangliang" itself, but it can be used by him for a short time.

After Yutuishan finished eating the pastries, he patted the pastry crumbs on his paws, slightly removed the skull mask, and looked down with a smile.

As the spiritual power of "Kan Tianyan" poured out from his fingertips, the dead tree that had stood for several days collapsed instantly, and countless butterflies swept across the secret place like a hurricane.

Wherever he went, the monks were drawn into dreams.

Amidst the fluttering of butterflies, Xi Jianglan's black hair and scarlet clothes fluttered and intertwined, and a weird smile appeared on Yanye's face.

"Wen Zhangzun."

Xi Jianglan stepped on the butterfly with his toes as if startled, and just before the butterfly dragged the two into a dream, he gently opened his lips, his voice seemed to be hidden in the butterfly's fluttering sound.

"... Only when you die can I be innocent."