This is also the reason why he went to pick flowers without taking a step forward just now.
Grandpa Bai's eyes were quiet and far-reaching, looking at the brilliantly blooming jade flowers on the flower pod.
He sighed and spoke slowly, his voice unprecedentedly heavy, like a huge stone pressing on his chest, low but pale and weak: "You must have seen the golden light around the jade flower.
That golden light is the protective layer of the Jade Blood Jade Flower itself. Except for the Jade Blood Jade Flower itself, no one else can open it and make it disappear no matter what kind of power they use.
If you want to get the Jade Blood Jade Flower, you must let the golden light disappear automatically.
The golden light belongs to the Jade Blood Jade Flower itself. If others forcefully pick the flowers, they will inevitably touch the golden light. Once touched by the golden light, the Jade Blood Jade Flower will be induced and wither instantly.
Once the flowers wither, the efficacy of the Jade Blood Jade Flower will disappear.
The golden light itself does not have much aura, but it is closely connected with the flowers and lives together. This is why there are no protective measures on the Hualing Platform.
Because the Jade Blood Jade Flower itself is the best flower-protecting barrier. Now, if you want to get the Jade Blood Jade Flower, you have to find a way to make the golden light disappear."
Listening to what Grandpa Bai said, Qian Mo Qingcheng's face gradually became heavy. He knew in his heart that he must get the Jade Blood Jade Flower today.
Otherwise Luo Xue's life...
"Senior, please tell me frankly, how can we make the golden light disappear?"
Turning his eyes, Qianmo Qingcheng asked Grandpa Bai calmly.
There was a little bit of humility in his words, but more of them were firm.
Grandpa Bai turned his eyes slightly, his eyes extremely serious, "There is indeed a way to make the golden light disappear, but it is very dangerous..."
Qianmo Qingcheng smiled lightly without fear, her eyes looked in the direction of the jade flowers with a warm look, as warm as spring and summer. That was Luo Xue's life. No matter how big or dangerous the danger was, he would spare no effort.
to complete.
Even if you lose your own life.
Grandpa Bai was also helpless. Although he didn't want Qianmo Qingcheng to take risks, he was unable to stop him.
He could only shake his head and sigh, "Have you seen the distance between you and the Jade Blood Jade Flower? This is the danger. As long as you survive to walk this ten-meter distance and stand in front of the Flower Ling Platform, the golden light will automatically disappear."
Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes gradually brightened, and she turned to look in front of her.
The originally flat land of ten meters now suddenly had countless thorns. The thorns had fresh spikes. The spikes were pure purple, glowing with iron-blooded bloodlust. Like a wild beast, like a wild beast, with its blood basin open.
It has a big mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, vowing to chew up everyone and everything in the world.
There are countless purple spikes, densely packed all over the flat ground in front of them, with almost no gaps.
Each spike is as thick as a fist, and at first glance, it looks like a road paved with needle felt.
It looks like a carpet, a purple bloodthirsty carpet, a carpet covered in spikes.
"This road is called Thorn Road, also known as Huangquan Road. Don't underestimate any spike on the ground. Every spike is highly poisonous. This poison is called Purple Dream.
In the past five hundred years, no one has set foot on this road, so no one has picked the jade flowers. Usually, the flowers bloom and fade. After a short period of prosperity, they are allowed to bloom and fail.
Regardless of whether the jade flowers are in bloom or not, no one passes through this road to touch the jade flowers.
This is why no one dares to snatch this spiritual flower.
It can be said that if you want to get the Jade Blood Jade Flower, you must first be prepared to risk your life."
Grandpa Bai's words were light, without much sentimentality, without much emotion, as if he was introducing to passers-by how ordinary his flowers are.