The Great Rift Valley of the Origin Abyss is the quietest at night, because there are too many undead butterflies, and these incomplete creatures cannot resist at all, so they can only hide in a safe place and wait for the day to arrive.
A few Necromancer butterflies found food and found the cabin, but after approaching the cabin, a layer of blue light illuminated, isolating the Necromancer butterflies.
Most of the undead butterflies are white, but one of these ones is golden, and even has faint silver lines on its body.
The undead butterflies look for food at night. The golden-bodied and silver-striped King of the Undead Butterflies doesn't have to come out, but it senses a very alluring aura, and its thirst makes it unbearable.
The white necromancer butterfly rushed towards the blue light and was bounced away, unable to be destroyed at all.
At this moment, a large white ice silkworm rushed over, with a blue heart beating between its eyebrows.
"I'll go. You fought with me when you were alive, and you still fight with me after you die. What's the matter with lending your body to me? You're so irritable." The big white ice silkworm rolled through the blue light curtain and bumped into Yuan who was sleeping.
dust.
The Necromancer Butterfly King is still weak and enters the cabin under the protection of the white Necromancer Butterfly.
A scent that had never been seen before came, and the Undead Butterfly King couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed to Yuan Chen's injured area like crazy and carefully sucked his blood.
After just one drop, a silver pattern appeared on the golden body of the Necromancer Butterfly King, and the king's aura was also heightened.
Before it could suck the second drop, a bandaged hand grabbed the Necron Butterfly King.
"You are so brave!" Yuan Chen's voice was weird, and the black vertical sword was weird and evil. He just stared at the Necromancer Butterfly King, with a suppressed aura that directly suppressed the poor kingly aura of the Necromancer Butterfly King.
smash.
The Undead Butterfly King was suppressed and lowered his head, trembling in the palm of Yuan Chen's hand.
"And you?" Yuan Chen glanced at the big white ice silkworm, "You're fine for disturbing my rest."
Yuan Chen used the claws of the Necromantic Butterfly King to make a cut on his finger, and a drop of crystal blood dropped on the active heart of ice and snow.
"Since you woke me up, you have to suffer the consequences."
"My blood will not only bring you benefits, but also obedience."
Just as Yuan Chen was about to stand up, he saw a cold blue fireball suddenly appear. Yuan Chen had no time to close his eyes, and his pair of vertical spears returned to their original state.
Yuan Chen fell on the bed again. The only difference was that he changed from sleeping on his stomach to sleeping on his back.
In the palm of his hand, he held two insects tightly.
That night, the dead butterflies were terrified. They were afraid that this human would crush their king to death if he was not careful.
That night, Old Man Ming Ling stayed up all night. He felt heavy and couldn't sleep.
This night, other areas were ready to stir up troubles and undercurrents were surging.
With the arrival of a new day, the Star Source Tree radiates light again, and the undead butterflies return to their nests uneasily.
After Yuan Chen woke up, he felt relaxed all over. He stretched out his hands with force.
"Squeak!"
"It hurts to death, uncle."
Two muffled groans sounded. Yuan Chen was startled and hurriedly let go of his hands, only to see a big fat insect and a beautiful butterfly lying in his hands.
Yuan Chen threw the big fat insect away directly, holding the Necromancer Butterfly King in both hands with some curiosity.
"It's so beautiful. Follow me from now on."
Yuan Chen put it on his shoulders and walked on the road to the Star Source Tree.
"As for you, just die."
The body of the Great White Ice Silkworm has been fused with the heart of ice and snow overnight, and of course the role of Yuan Chen's blood is indispensable.
"Your uncle, why can't I move?"
"Hey~ boy, just wait for me."
When Yuan Chen walked onto a familiar road, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
It seems that the road has become longer.
As I walked, a bridge appeared in the mist.
Yuan Chen looked back speechlessly, only to find that the way back had disappeared.
Under the Star Source Tree, Old Man Ming Ling walked around anxiously.
"Haven't you found it yet?"
The Star Source Tree vibrated slightly, with leaves swaying, and finally pointed to the North Territory.
"Okay, very good." Old Man Ming Ling waved his sleeves and disappeared into the Eastern Region, "Dongyang, Ximing, Nanling, and Beijing. The four regions have been in peace for thousands of years, but you guys can't help it after all."
"Is the outside world really that good?"
When Yuan Chen stepped onto the bridge, he felt an ethereal illusion. In the misty clouds, Yuan Chen saw an old woman ladling soup on the bridge.
Yuan Chen stepped forward and asked, "Grandma, where is this place?"
"Children, you come here at a young age, but do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"It's okay if you have a wish. Drink this Mengpo soup, step on this Naihe Bridge, and cross the Yellow Springs. Maybe you can be a human being again in reincarnation."
Yuan Chen took the soup but did not drink it: "Grandma, are you free of charge for this soup?"
In the Eastern Region where Yuan Chen is located, everything must be exchanged with Dongyang coins, but the old woman in front of her is as withered as firewood. She seems to be unable to feed herself, so how can she give charity to herself.
"No money, no money." The old woman raised her head and waved her hand hurriedly, "Drink for free, don't worry."
Yuan Chen put the soup bowl down again, turned around and rushed towards the bridge.
"If a child disobeys, he will be beaten by the adults." The old woman's voice came faintly, "You may be able to survive if you drink this Meng Po soup."
In front of Yuan Chen, the old woman raised the bowl of soup again and handed it to Yuan Chen.
Yuan Chen glanced around and found that he was back on the bridge again.
Is this a ghost beating the wall?
Yuan Chen heard from Old Man Ming Ling that people in the Western Regions like this little trick.
As for the solution, Yuan Chen asked the old woman sheepishly: "Grandma, do you mind if I pee?"
The corners of the old woman's mouth twitched, she shook her head slowly, and with a wave of her withered palm, both the bridge and the old woman disappeared.
Yuan Chen looked around and saw the surrounding mountains stretching for thousands of miles.
But he himself was standing on the edge of a cliff. Maybe with just one step, he would fall, and there would be no Yuanchen like him in the world.
"What a risk!"
Yuan Chen felt relieved after he was far away from the cliff.
The clouds and mist linger here all year round. The platform where Yuan Chen is located has a cliff on one side and a cliff on the other. It is simply a natural prison.
"This is not a cloud." Yuan Chen calmed down and gently twitched the tip of his nose, "It seems to be a poisonous mist, very fragrant."
Yuan Chen has been fighting against all kinds of poisonous insects for a year and has already developed the spirit-burying immortal body.
Although it is sometimes uncontrollable, it is still very easy to deal with this poisonous mist.
Yuan Chen slowly lay down, closed his eyes, and shouted feebly: "The clouds are poisonous."
Two figures suddenly appeared. Seeing the unconscious Yuan Chen, the man in green Jing Jiu laughed and said: "Brother Yin, your ghost realm is not good. You are threatened by a child. My poison is better."
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't want a kid to destroy my ghost realm." Yin Ming looked at Yuan Chen and said, "Why do you want to catch this kid? Will it scare off the enemy?"
"What we want is to alert the enemy, so that old guy Ming Ling will come."
"Don't look at that old guy who is always indifferent to everyone. If something happens to this kid, the old guy will definitely come after us."
Jingjiu was very proud.
"What if he comes and we are no match for him." Yin Ming was very worried, "It is said that this old guy has lived for tens of thousands of years and created the underground world together with our ancestors." (To be continued.)