It seems that the wind is rising.

In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of people hiding in the sea of ​​flowers, with millions of mouths, whispering, laughing slowly, and soft and dense sound waves slowly rushed towards Bai Bing and gathered around him.

Those souls that had not yet been dispersed by Xia Yu supported themselves in the hazy consciousness. They only saw a person who was not happy or angry standing in the sea of ​​flowers, looking motionlessly at the flower formation in front of them, thinking about something.

The soul felt very boring. The people who came were neither frightened nor used the methods of the ten directions to pass it over. It was really boring. They tried their best and then lay softly into the soil again, continuing their unfinished sweet dreams.

Bai Bing moved.

He stretched out his hand from his wide sleeve, and condensed a ball of light the size of a bowl in his palm. He threw it in front of him without even looking at it. A dazzling firework exploded in the sea of ​​flowers. After the light fell, a black hole appeared in the originally boundless formation.

The whisper suddenly became heavier, and the original text's soft voice suddenly became noisy, like summer cicadas singing, the piano and zither were playing together, and the magic sound filled his ears. Bai Bing suddenly became a trance, and suddenly his eyes sternly turned his head slightly, and a foggy shadow floated over.

He shot out a white light without hesitation, just hitting the shadow. The shadow suddenly scattered and floated two feet away in front of Bai Bing, and gradually gathered into a charming woman's form.

Shadow raised her hand and held the hairpin on her head, complaining: "You are so fierce!"

Before she finished speaking, a white shadow appeared behind her, as if she leaned against her shoulder, twisted her waist and shook her hips and said, "Don't you just like this?"

"Hehehehe!"

A string of silver bell-like laughter came from behind Bai Bing. Bai Bing suddenly turned around and faced the shadow, face to face, and a flash of light condensed in his hand.

The shadow was not afraid at all. His neck twisted at a strange angle, trembling like a snake, and walked around his body, saying, "It smells so fragrant! I haven't smelled such fragrant flesh and blood for a long time!"

Bai Bing seemed to have exhausted his patience. He shook a cold light from his face and beat the shadows in front of him to scatter and escape. But without surprise, they came out in another place in a blink of an eye and whispered, "Who is he? Why is he different from the people he has seen before?"

"Maybe it's an immortal!"

"No, his soul pattern is different from that of an immortal."

"Yes, yes, he has a lack of soul."

"Then he can't escape! I can't wait to taste his taste."

"Hehe, you're just anxious."

Bai Bing's face became colder, and his cuffs and the hem of his robe suddenly swelled like sails, and a strong aura emanated from his body, instantly swept the sea of ​​flowers in the inner valley into a mess.

The fertile black soil seemed to be taken hard by a giant hand underground, pulling out all the roots buried deep in it. Countless corpses were then turned out, and the broken leg bones and lush arms were pointed directly at the sky as if they were dying with their eyes closed.

Bai Bing stopped and was about to step forward, but the scenery in front of him suddenly retreated back to his original appearance. But in an instant, the maze array returned to its original state, and thousands of poppy flowers swayed again.

Bai Bing paused and once again stimulated a vast aura. This time, he directly smashed the soil and the things inside into powder, but within a moment, they slowly returned to their original state.

His face was not very good-looking, and the fatigue accumulated by the days of running around appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at the poppy flowers gathering around him, pinched a trick, and a fluorescent ball appeared on his body, wrapping him in it. Then he opened his five fingers and grabbed the ground, and a string of corpses with tendons and flesh emerged from the soil. He looked at the shadows gathered in the distance, snorted coldly, throwing the body over like throwing a stone, causing a burst of complaints from the other side.

After doing this series of movements, he sat down cross-legged.

Before coming here, he had heard of the power of the Maze Array. However, the rumors were just rumors. If you didn't go deep into it, you naturally didn't know that it was so mysterious. It was one of the three evil formations in the demon world that were famous far and wide.

He gently closed his eyelids, his mind quickly flowed, and his rare treasures and strange arrays that he had seen appeared in his mind. When he was trying to find a way to break the array, he suddenly felt itchy at his hand. When he opened his eyes to see it, he found that a weak poppy flower had broken through his body cover and gently placed it on his index finger.

Bai Bing was shocked and quickly retracted his hand.

His body cover was unusual, and he could not die even with Shang Lingxiao's full force, but now it was broken by a small poppy flower. What was going on?

Before he could take action on the flower, he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had changed. The valley and sea of ​​flowers that were originally full of moonlight were gone. There was only a piece of darkness in his eyes, and his eyes were as if they were soaked in ink, and he couldn't even see a trace of things clearly.

He immediately lifted a bunch of small fireworks from his palm, and the flames soared up, illuminating the size of the place, but still couldn't see anything else.

Bai Bing looked around, looking left and right, couldn't tell the reason, so he simply poured his spiritual power into his ears and tried his best to catch the sounds around him. The buzzing shadows that were just buzzing like mosquitoes and bees didn't make any sound, and there was only a strange silence left in his ears.

Is this still in the valley? Is this the real maze?

As if he could see what he was thinking, someone suddenly laughed in the dark, his delicate voice was like a willow branch in the spring breeze, and he said in a lengthened tone: "This is a maze array. Brother, your soul is very special."

Bai Bing heard the voice and argued with his position. Without saying a word, another spiritual energy hit him. However, the man did not respond and continued to say leisurely in the invisible void: "Here, you can't hurt me, don't waste your energy."

Bai Bing withdrew his hand and asked vigilantly to the sound, "Who are you?"

The man laughed softly again and said, "When I came to my place, I asked who I am? I am Huaying."

Bai Bing thought for a while and said, "I don't know you."

After a while, Huaying pulled the tone longer and said, "It's normal not to know me. Those who have seen me have become my nourishment."

Bai Bing snorted without comment and continued to ask: "Who are you? What is the connection with Qingshui?"

Hua Ying tsk her tongue twice and said, "Who is so fierce to ask someone's name as soon as she comes up?"

Bai Bing sneered: "I don't want to eat your trick. Who are you?"

Huaying's voice finally faded away the drowsy feeling of laziness, and she said with a little mockery: "Instead of caring about who I am, why not see who you are?"

Bai Bing subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked at him. The purple-black robe that was originally covered with dust had been replaced by a white robe embroidered with branches of plum blossoms. The jade crown on his head disappeared, and his black hair turned into thousands of silver threads, tied behind his head by a brocade belt of the same color as the plum blossoms. A willow branch that had just sprouted was inserted between his waist, and a pair of plain and untainted white boots were stepped on. A tender green grass was coming out from his feet. He tried a lot of effort to climb up his boots and lay down quietly on the boots.

The sound of the flower shadow is vast and distant, as if it is confiscating and charming, saying: "The heart has nothing to do, and the heart has nothing to ask for. Is the heart has nothing to think about?"
Chapter completed!