War Concubine Mad Emperor

Chapter 225 Xuanyuan Dragon City (1)
Ziluan walked towards the depths of the forest stepping on the thick fallen leaves under her feet.It's like stepping on a colorful carpet under your feet. Fallen leaves of different shades and clusters of wild flowers beside the trees adorn the forest.It's just that there is no chirping of birds here, only the very soft sound of flapping wings, like the Sanskrit singing from the soul.

Qing Mo jumped to her feet and followed her into the Butterfly Forest.The snow-white and flawless peacock feathers glow in the dark, like a full moon in the black jade night sky.

"Why are there no butterflies in the Butterfly Forest?"

Ziluan walked alone in the forest, her sight gradually adapted to the dim light here.

"Sister, look up!"

Qing Mo keenly caught the breath of the butterfly, blinked her big eyes shrouded in mist, and looked up.

Ziluan also raised her head when she heard the words, and looked up. In just a moment, she was deeply shocked by the picture in front of her!

The tall banyan tree, the roots hanging down one by one, look like the long beard of an old man.The dark green vines entwine the roots of the big tree and spread upwards.Butterflies of different colors rest on the vines, like pansies blooming on trees.

Every big tree is full of butterflies, and thousands of butterflies have brought her a strong visual impact.

On the wings of these butterflies, the luster was particularly dim, like withered butterflies, trembling slightly.In the silent mountain forest, there seemed to be a silent elegy sung, and the entire Qidie Forest was lifeless.

All the dying butterflies will come here through untold hardships, but they have no energy to fly again, so they can only stop silently on the branches, waiting for the last moment of life to come.

Ziluan held Ziyu Luan Xiao and placed it beside her red lips, the sound of the flute came out like a melody of nature.

The sound of the flute is like a jade dew nectar, watered into the dying leaf buds, full of rich vitality.

The purple aura is flying around her, making her look so holy!
Qing Mo listened to her playing the flute, thinking she was going to bid farewell to these dying butterflies.

As the sound of the flute played by her continued to flutter, layers of waves of light centered on her, constantly rippling.

Under the influence of that day's voice, Die Er, who was originally dying, started to flutter her wings and fly again.

The butterflies all over the sky danced to the sound of her flute, and the dim brilliance on the wings lit up again, full of the breath of life.

Under Qing Mo's shocked gaze, a beautiful blue moonlight butterfly flew to Ziluan's side, surrounding her unwillingly to leave.

The blue light spots, vibrating with the blue wings of the blue moonlight butterfly, danced beside Ziluan, making her look like a fairy.

"A dead tree comes in spring! Bring the dead back to life! Who is playing the jade flute?"

In the ancient tomb of Die Ling in Qidie Forest, a clear and clear voice with a trace of confusion fell down in doubt.A pair of silver-purple glass-like butterfly eyes looked towards the direction of the Xiao Yin in the Butterfly Forest, with a hint of nostalgia in their eyes.

Qing Mo also saw Zi Luan's flute sound, which brought these dying butterflies back to life, and was shocked in his heart.

Is this the power of the Xuelan clan?

Being able to seize the vitality of the world and integrate into the bodies of thousands of butterflies, such a magical power is really unheard of and unseen!

There was a slight smile in Ziluan's eyes, seeing the whole Butterfly Forest come back to life, the corners of her lips curled into a touching curve.

There is a smell of vegetation and soil in the wind. There is no road in the forest, but it can also be said that every road is a road.

As long as you want to go, the road is at your feet.The ground of Qidie Forest is full of fallen leaves, but fortunately there are no thorns blocking it.

Ziluan glanced around, not knowing where the direction of Die Ling's ancient tomb was.

At this time, the blue moonlight butterfly hovering around her fluttered around her, then flapped its wings and walked forward.

"Sister, it is showing you the way."

Qingmo's soft voice resounded through, making Ziluan follow the blue moonlight butterfly.

The group of butterflies in the sky followed Ziluan, using the faint light on her body to illuminate her way forward, wherever she went, it was bright.

With the blue moonlight butterfly leading the way, there is no wrong way.

Not long after walking, Ziluan saw a flower wall full of pink roses.The huge flower wall is very high, and the big rose flowers, like pink clouds, float among the dark green and light green green leaves.

The blue moonlight butterfly flew straight to the flower wall, and after a wave of light rippled slightly, it disappeared before their eyes.

"Could this be the ancient tomb of Die Ling?"

Looking at this beautiful and splendid flower scene, Ziluan couldn't connect this place with the ancient tomb at all.

She walked towards the flower wall, and when her jade hand touched the flower wall lightly, she felt her fingers go through the flower wall.

This wall of flowers turned out to be just an illusion!
When she walked into the wall of rose flowers, she entered a sea of ​​rose flowers. Countless passing butterflies quietly slept forever among the flowers, and finally turned into dust and mud and merged into the earth.

A teleportation array in the shape of a lotus platform made of various colored spirit stones is in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, and it looks full of ancient vicissitudes.

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, a pleasant man's voice came out from the sea of ​​flowers, but he couldn't see where the man was.

"I'm going to Dragon City, and I want to borrow the teleportation array here."

Ziluan opened her mouth and replied, she clearly read that there is a teleportation formation here in the ancient books, but she doesn't know why it seems so deserted.

"To borrow the teleportation array this time, you need to provide spirit stones to activate the teleportation array yourself, and you need to leave one thing as a toll."

As the petals of roses fluttered all over the sky, the figure of the speaker emerged from the sea of ​​flowers.

It was a very special man, with a pair of silver-purple glass-like butterfly eyes, and a pair of silk-like butterfly wings behind him, exuding a faint purple-gold streamer.Complicated and confusingly dazzling, there is a kind of majesty of the emperor that one dare not look at.

"Butterfly!"

When Qing Mo saw this person, he was slightly startled. Seeing this man with butterfly wings on his back, he had the enchanting and charming face of the butterfly clan.The more beautiful the person among the butterfly clan, the stronger the demon power and the higher the status.

With his appearance, the hollow plum blossom jade sachet on Ziluan's body made a crisp sound, as if waking her up that a demon was approaching.

"What do you want from me as travel expenses?"

Ziluan looked up at this beautiful butterfly demon, he should be the owner of this ancient tomb of butterfly spirit.Judging by his temperament, he is not the kind of person who is inferior.

"Take one of your blue hairs."

When the Butterfly Demon's pupils glanced at the purple-winged butterfly wing ring on Ziluan's finger, a special color flashed across it.

(End of this chapter)