Chapter 3: The prosperity falls all over the lava mirage

If this life is a pupa,

I wish to turn into a spring mountain butterfly in the next life.

Butterflies dance in front of the mountain and fly freely.

Frost and winter half dead branches,

The spring is full of willows,

All the sleeps are colorful.

A dream in the past and the next life,

The bustle is gone.

The fiery red and scorching magma erupted from the huge lava fire cave behind the mountain, although it was dazzling, Jiang Shangliu immediately turned her attention to the woman and the strange monsters she fought with.

These monsters are actually not ugly, and they are very beautiful and bright, all of which are huge butterflies mainly in bright red tones. But what makes Jiang Shangliu feel a little cunning is that these beautiful big butterflies actually flew out of this hot lava!

In the lava of fire pool that should have been dead, the rolling red magma kept crawling out of the rolling red magma. As soon as Pu climbed out of the fiery red magma, it spread its wings and flapped its wings and flew. Then it gathered into groups and made a strange buzzing sound, attacking the woman hovering on the cave.

The woman was lying on the air with her sword light, jumping and flying on the rock walls of the deep pool whirling by the fire wind. When the willow on the river looked down from a high place, the woman was like a jumping projectile when she ran, and when she was a little slow, she looked like a flying bird gliding. Wherever she went, the blue sword light was either stretched out like a silk ribbon. Or like a angrily swung the flames, and the flames they flexibly avoided the attack of butterflies and slashed their colorful flesh. The big butterflies who were flying out of the cave and attacking upwards fell one by one in the sword light, and their broken colorful wings fell like petals. These beautiful big insects could only revive back to the furnace and refine them reluctantly.

The woman circled with her sword, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if she was walking around, but also as if she was floating. She had been walking through the white mist caused by magma, frost and snow, and silently, she came to her eyes again. She appeared clearly not far in front of the willows on the river.

Wearing a light green gauze dress with flowers, the gauze shadows are hazy, and the sleeves are graceful, circling with black hair, but they are like the wind circling, making her walk more graceful. She has a thin waist and a slender figure, and does not twist her waist and shake her shoulders. However, it makes people feel as if the wind blows on a willow. The long skirt is wide open, pulling straight down, and the flying laces are each one that seems to be twisting and turning as her wishes.

Seeing this graceful figure from afar, Jiang Shangliu felt familiar. When he suddenly looked back, a pretty face suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Shangliu.

The woman's long hair was scattered, draped straight up at her waist, black and smooth like a waterfall. Her black eyes were as deep as black crystals, and her eyes were as bright as water. As she flowed, she could see her pupils were bright and bright, like broken stars. Her slightly pointed face. Her skin color was as delicate as fat, moist as jade, and her crystal clear but slightly pale. Her straight pointed nose reflected the softness of the woman's facial features, adding to her heroic spirit. Her lips were bright red, like the fragrance of peach and plum blossoms.

This face is now very familiar to Jiang Shangliu. This woman is Shu Qianying, a fellow traveler who was separated from Jinghu Lake the day before yesterday.

Why didn't she go to the Yunhuang Cave? Why did she get entangled with these strange butterflies? We were so close that she seemed to be unable to see me?

When Liu Shangshang was confused when he saw this scene, he looked at the scene. At this moment, he looked at the frame of white snow, huge lava caves, rolling magma, and swimming red insects, turning into colorful butterflies flying all over the sky. The beautiful woman who had never retreated for a long time in the white air of smoke and mist. All of this looked beautiful, and could even be called a natural and beautiful scroll, but it was indescribable weird.

This woman is Shu Qianying.

On that day, Murong Kunlun and Lan Youran, the Xuanyindong Circle of Guimu Mountain, were full of coldness, arrogance and coldness, echoing in the square!

Canghai Cang Ge was stunned and was stunned for a moment. He was happy again, and said with a long roar: "It's Murong, I'll retreat quickly!"

Tang Que and others retreated without saying a word.

"Mirong Kunlun? Big Bright Fire?"

"Everyone retreats quickly! It's a big light fire!"

The demonic people were also in an uproar and retreated one after another.

"Sister, are you bluffing?"
Chapter completed!