Fairy King's Handbook

Meng Zhen just lowered his head to touch the flowers in his hands, and didn't notice Yan Chongming's hurried steps forward, leaving him behind by a large distance.Until Yan Chongming couldn't bear it anymore and walked back, seeing Meng Zhen still touching the flower, he stretched out his hand to pat the flower, turning the red peony flower into a thorn ball!

Ah——Meng Zhen, who was stabbed, almost threw away the small thorn ball in his hand.Only then did he realize that Yan Chongming's face turned red. He looked at the ball in Meng Zhen's hand, and said as if he was relieved: "It's still so pleasing to the eye."

This is not pleasing to the eye at all, it hurts when you touch it.Seeing Yan Chongming's flushed face, Meng Zhen thought he was angry, and hurriedly said:

"Yanshan Jun, I won't play anymore, let's find a way out first, you'd better change back, this is difficult."

Meng Zhen held the small thorn ball and put it in front of Yan Chongming, signaling him to change back quickly.Yan Chongming hesitated for a moment, then turned the thorn ball into a peony flower with some helplessness.

Now Meng Zhen didn't dare to be playful anymore, and carefully put the peony back into the storage bag.

The two walked forward all the way, the field was empty and silent, the further they walked, the road was almost invisible, and there were waist-high weeds everywhere.If you walk alone, you won't be afraid, but this kind of silent wilderness is also boring.

"Yan Tiger, where are we going?" Yan Chongming kept walking in front, pushing aside the weeds that blocked the road, and Meng Zhen followed behind, which saved a lot of trouble.

"Go east, Ji Wuxing said that the exit of Yangxu Mountain is in the east." Yan Chongming responded casually.

"Ji Wuxing?" Meng Zhen was surprised when he heard him say Ji Wuxing from Yan Chongming. They had a big fight last time. It seems that they met again in the main hall today, and they have a common topic. It's not easy .

Yan Chongming didn't want to say more on this issue, he stopped suddenly, looked at the wasteland ahead, frowned, and said to Meng Zhen: "It's foggy ahead, follow closely."

Meng Zhen just followed Yan Chongming, and after listening to him, he stared, only to see a blur ahead, and the grass and trees seemed to be covered with a veil under the moonlight.

"Why is there no movement here?" Meng Zhen was a little puzzled. After walking for so long, not to mention the animals on the side of the road, he couldn't even hear the sound of insects.

"The creatures here are all going west, and the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts is also a month-by-month event among ghosts and monsters." Yan Chongming explained.

No wonder the previous situation was so neat and tidy as if they were on their way. It turned out that on the night of the Obon Festival, these ghosts all went in the direction of the rising moon.At this time, the east side is naturally completely silent.

The further we walked, the thicker the fog became, and even the two people in front and behind could hardly see each other clearly.

"The mist is strange, this place is neither a valley, nor is it raining." Meng Zhen wondered from behind.

"Someone wants to trap us here." Yan Chongming said.

Meng Zhen also had the same idea. The Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night was heading west, but the east was filled with thick fog. If there is really someone, what is it plotting?But in any case, the exit was in the east, so they still had to go forward.

Fortunately, all kinds of spirits and monsters are gone here, otherwise the fog is thick, and snakes crawled over the feet by accident, it would be really scary.I don't know when the fog will dissipate, or how long it will take for them to get out.

After walking for about half an hour, Meng Zhen could only vaguely see the phantom of Yan Chongming in front of him.He suddenly thought, if someone wanted to trap them and set up some kind of formation in the dense fog, then wouldn't they be spinning in circles, walking for so long in vain.

"Yanshan Jun, is there a formation in this thick fog?" Meng Zhen asked.

After hearing no reply for a long time, Meng Zhen thought it was because his voice was too low, so he took a few steps towards the phantom in front and raised his voice: "Yanshanjun, is there a formation here?"

There was no reply, Meng Zhen stopped vigilantly, but the phantom was still in front of him, and seemed to have stopped as well.

"Yanshan Monarch?" Meng Zhen called out cautiously.

Still no sound.

Meng Zhen quietly put his hand into the storage bag, touched it for a while, and took out the lantern that Yan Chongming gave him. He held up the lantern and took a look in front of him. Although the fog was thick, the night pearl in the lantern still illuminated his eyes. situation.

Yan Chongming disappeared at all, and the phantom in front of him was not a person, but a tree of the same height!

Sure enough, there was a trace formation in the dense fog, but I don't know where Yan Chongming is.Suddenly he felt movement in the storage bag, it must be the peony flower, and Yan Chongming was also looking for him.

Just as Meng Zhen was about to take out the peony, he saw the tree in front of him turn into a dark blue deer!The horns are towering, and the eyes are red.The deer and Meng Zhen looked at each other for a moment, then spread their hooves and ran wildly.

"Sword Spirit!" Suddenly sensing a trace of familiar aura, Meng Zhen couldn't hide his astonishment, and ran after the deer in the direction where it was fleeing.

The invisible sword spirit found traces here, and it turned out to be a deer. While chasing forward, Meng Zhen raised his right hand to inject spiritual power into his left arm, and pulled out "Wearing the Flute in the Morning and Evening" in an instant, before he could feel the pain In severe pain, Meng Zhen swiftly swung the bone flute and cut his left wrist, blood gushed out immediately, Meng Zhen dripped the flowing blood on the bone flute, and there was a low hum like a sighing elegy, the bone flute The crystal green seven-petaled flower on the flute instantly turned red, brilliant in color, burning and blooming.

Meng Zhen waved the bone flute and attacked forward, the red flower at the front of the bone flute seemed to carry seven invisible wind blades and swept away, killing fiercely and chillingly.

With one hit, the deer was injured on its hind leg and fell to the ground. Although it was injured, it still fled forward with its injured leg and got into the dense forest. Meng Zhen waved his bone flute to give it another blow. Passing through the weeds, I was suddenly dazzled, and it was too late to stop.In front of him is a large area of ​​purple charms in full bloom, that is, the flower that was once auctioned as Youye Zitan, the dazzling purple, like a dream.

The deer has long been gone, only the strange purple charm is left, and the flowers are blooming to confuse people's minds. Meng Zhen only had time to put the bone flute in his arm, and his eyes turned black. After looking for it, he struggled to take out the peony flower, and said in a trembling voice: "Yanshan Jun, here... there is Zimei, you want... to be small..."

There seemed to be Yan Chongming's anxious voice, he barely finished speaking, and fell into a coma.

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There is a lost ancient universe formation in the dense fog, with murderous intentions hidden in every step. Yan Chongming realized something was wrong early in the morning, but he was in the formation, and unless he broke the formation, he would never get out.The thick fog obscured his sight. He was afraid that Meng Zhen would not be able to see him, so he wanted to drag him away, but he was also worried that a wrong step would lead to murderous intentions. Fortunately, Meng Zhen followed behind him all the time.

He calculated his pace and direction in the dense fog, found the eye of the formation and prepared to break through.Suddenly the footsteps behind him disappeared.There are many dangers in this place, if Meng Zhen goes in the wrong direction, he is a little worried, so he draws out the Chongming Sword, picks off the only blue feather left on the hilt, injects spiritual power, and confirms the direction of the other feather , it is quite far from here, it seems that something drew Meng Zhen out of this battle, and it was only aimed at him.

After confirming that Meng Zhen was safe for the time being, Yan Chongming transformed himself into an avatar guarding the eight squares, and split the Chongming sword in two, cutting the sky with one sword, and the ground with the other.

There was still an endless wilderness in front of him, he followed Qingyu's guidance and went straight to Meng Zhen's direction, suddenly Qingyu trembled slightly, Meng Zhen's voice came, and he was actually led into the purple enchanting flowers!

Yan Chongming was anxious to resist the wind, pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, crossed the dense forest, and finally saw a purple charm in full bloom and a person lying among the flowers.

Meng Zhen was still holding the peony in his hand, breathing steadily, but fell into a coma.

Yan Chongming quickly hugged Meng Zhen and had to leave this place as soon as possible.

The night was bleak, and after driving for a while, he finally found a cave where he could still shelter from the wind. Yan Chongming carried Meng Zhen in, took off his outer robe and spread it on the ground, and put Meng Zhen on it.

This place is made up of several natural stones, which is considered safe. Yan Chongming still set up a barrier around it before returning to the cave.

"Meng Zhen, wake up, Meng Zhen..." Generally, people who are bewitched by the purple charm will wake up after a short period of coma, but they have no consciousness and are driven by others.

Yan Chongming was not worried that Meng Zhen would wake up unconscious, and he would be safe with him.It's just that something is wrong with Meng Zhen's situation. He hasn't woken up for so long. Could it be that he has inhaled too much purple charm.

Yan Chongming called him to check and found that Meng Zhen had a bony wound on his left wrist, which seemed to be scratched by a sharp weapon. He thought it was caused by him fighting with someone.The blood around the wound had solidified, and Yan Chongming used some spiritual power to heal him.After careful inspection, there was no sign of poisoning, and the wound healed quickly. He took a towel and wrapped the wound carefully.

"Meng Zhen, wake up quickly, don't sleep." Yan Chongming put his index finger and middle finger together, gathered some spiritual power to the fingertips, and lightly tapped on Meng Zhen's forehead.

Meng Zhen didn't respond at all, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, only breathing could be heard.

He didn't even respond to "Spring Breeze and Rain" from Zhuanqing Lingtai. Worry appeared in Yan Chongming's eyes. It would be impossible to just sleep like this. Could it be that his consciousness was trapped somewhere?

Thinking of it this way, Yan Chongming's face became serious. If he was trapped in consciousness, he might never be able to wake up.

In this way, there is only one way.

Yan Chongming took the peony flower in Meng Zhen's hand and turned it back to its original feather.Then, holding Meng Zhen's right hand, he used the red feather to swipe the tip of his index finger lightly, and a drop of blood oozed out and landed on the red feather.

The feathers that were originally only the length of a palm instantly became as long as an adult's height, silky and soft, with a dazzling crimson.Yan Chongming reached out and patted the feather, and the red feather gradually shrank back to the size of a palm.

Yan Chongming took Hongyu and Qingyu, covered the two feathers together, then hugged Meng Zhen and sat in his arms, he gently lowered his head to touch Meng Zhen's forehead.

"Meng Zhen, I didn't intend to spy on you. I offended you. I'm very sorry."

After Yan Chongming said his apology, his spiritual consciousness instantly left his body and entered a world of nothingness.