However, its whole body exudes a plant-like aura, which is extremely light and agile.
The whole body of that prehistoric plant is translucent white, including its face, lips, eyes, and even artistically added long translucent white hair.
The hair was entangled with the transparent branches tangled on its body.
This thing is only half humanoid, but starting from its back, there are countless tangled branches and vines, like extremely huge wings, dancing enchantingly behind it.[
They grow and wither quickly, then sprout new shoots on the dead liquid, and then wither and grow again.
Everlasting life.
This small space seems to have gathered the life and essence of all plants. It circulates but is full of changes, expressing the reproduction and life of all living things.
There is no expression on its face. To be precise, it itself has no expression.
It seems that he can't communicate, Ling Xiaotu is sure.
But it just so happens that Xuanyuan Xuantian is not a person who particularly likes to communicate.
In fact, in Ling Xiaotu's view, Xuanyuan Xuantian is a human being who simply lacks the ability to communicate.
On half of the creature's body opposite, countless transparent white flowers bloomed on the plants that were constantly withering and sprouting.
Outside the transparent flower, there is only a trace of white thread outlining its shape. Without the entangled white thread, they would not be able to see what has merged into the air.
The gorgeous flowers are like wearing a crystal gauze dress, but that doesn't make it look more feminine, but it gives it a more coquettish feeling.
The white flower is just like its own body. It only takes a few dozen seconds for the flower to bloom and fall. In the center of the withered flower, a snow-white bead is gently formed.
It's said to be a bead, but it's actually more like a seed.
Ling Xiaotu could guarantee that there was no fluctuation in the airflow in this space. However, the flower seeds on the thing actually floated in the direction of several people as if riding on the wind.
As if inviting them to appreciate it, they floated over without fear.
Xuanyuan Xuantian raised the corners of his lips, but Ling Xiaotu felt a little strange.
As a human being, Xuanyuan Xuantian is not really as close to ghosts as seen in most situations.