Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

When the strange black hole in space came with irresistible suction, Nan Xiang was not completely unaware.

The dormant ginkgo demonic power in her body instinctively surged at the moment of crisis, enough for her to resist or evade.

However, in a flash, an idea clearly emerged - to take advantage of the situation.

Instead of passively waiting for the poisonous snake in the dark to show its fangs again, it is better to take the initiative to step into the snake's den and eradicate the roots!

In the system space, Chun Juan's scream almost pierced her sea of ​​consciousness: [Master! It's a space trap! Quick...]

"Juan, be patient."

Due to the large spatial fluctuations, this small world was unstable for a moment, and Nan Xiang and Chun Juan established a brief connection.

Nan Xiang's mind was as calm as water, even with a hint of cold calculation.

"No risk, no gain. It's a good opportunity to see who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes and deal with them all at once to save trouble in the future."

She took the initiative to restrain her resistance and allowed the force of space to devour her.

In the last moment when her consciousness was submerged by the teleporting light, she clearly saw Su Chen's red eyes, which were instantly torn by horror and rage when he turned around, and his outstretched, desperate hand.

There was a sudden stab in her heart, but she suppressed it, turning the throbbing into a deeper determination - she had to solve the problem as soon as possible and return to him!

The transmission ended and the strong feeling of dizziness faded away.

Nan Xiang found herself in an extremely bizarre secret place.

There is no familiar scent of grass, trees or flowers here. As far as the eye can see, there is a strange world made up of giant fungi.

The fluorescent mushrooms towering like umbrella caps emit faint blue, dark purple and pale green light, like twisted lamp posts; the overlapping gills form natural stairs and caves; the air is filled with the smell of damp earth and the rich, psychedelic sweet fragrance of spores.

The ground was covered with a thick, soft fungal blanket, and occasionally tiny phosphorescent spores would float by like fireflies. The entire space was bizarre and full of unreality.

"What a... unique cage."

Nan Xiang snorted lightly, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife as she quickly scanned the surroundings.

She did not rush to act, but held her breath and concentrated, restraining her own demonic power to the extreme, like an ordinary fungus blending into the environment, and began to explore silently.

Three days.

For three whole days, Nan Xiang was like a patient hunter, sneaking, observing, and deducing in this fantastic and dangerous fungal maze.

She used the changes in light and shadow of fluorescent mushrooms to judge the passage of time, sensed the weak flow of air through the patterns of spore dispersion, and analyzed the characteristics of the mucus secreted and the aroma emitted by different fungi: which ones were poisonous, which ones were hallucinogenic, and which ones could corrode spiritual power.

She even cleverly guided several giant toadstools with strong territorial awareness to attack each other, creating chaos so that she could observe what was happening in the dark.

Her calmness, patience and insight into the environment were at their peak at this moment.

Finally, she figured out several key areas of this secret realm, and also caught a few wisps of familiar and disgusting remnants of aura - the decayed feeling of Qianye Ancient Buddha mixed with the power of the evil Buddha, the scorch marks left by the violent fire spirit power of Lingquezi of Luoshui Sect, and the unique spiritual power fluctuations of Mengyang, the leader of Yanji Sect, which were as hot as the lava of the earth fire!

"It turns out that you three old guys are colluding with each other."

Nan Xiang's lips curled up in an icy arc.

These three auras were entangled with each other and wary of each other. It was obvious that this temporary alliance was not stable.

This is the perfect opportunity for her to defeat them one by one!

Nan Xiang began her counterattack.

She first used her control over the environment to imitate the evil Buddha mark of the Qianye Ancient Buddha, and left traces of an "attack" directed at Meng Yang near the huge fungus cave where Lingquezi was hiding - several fungus walls corroded by evil Buddha power, and a faint but detectable breath of lava belonging to Meng Yang.

Ling Quezi, who was already full of suspicion and anger towards everyone because of his daughter's death, was like a lit powder keg.

He roared and rushed out of the fungus cave, following the "evidence" and heading straight to the area where Meng Yang was.

"Meng Yang! You despicable villain! How dare you sneak attack me!"

Meng Yang was puzzled, but Ling Quezi's mad tiger-like attack forced him to fight back.

The two of them already had grudges against each other over the disastrous defeat in Qingwu Valley and the issue of resource allocation, and the grudges became irritating at this moment.

The violent power of the fire spirit and the power of the scorching lava collided violently in the fungus forest. The huge explosion and flames instantly ignited the oil-rich fungal blanket, and the fire spread and thick smoke billowed.

Nan Xiang lurked at the edge of the chaotic battlefield like a ghost, observing calmly.

When Ling Quezi was exposed due to the long-term attack and was shocked by Meng Yang's lava punch, his blood boiling and he staggered back - Nan Xiang moved!

She did not use her demonic power, but instead increased her speed to the extreme, like a ginkgo leaf blending into the wind.

What she held tightly in her hand was the red rope of her life, which she had tempered to be extremely tough and infused with the vitality of eternity!

The red rope popped out silently and wrapped around Ling Quezi's neck with incredible precision!

The power of annihilation contained in it exploded instantly, like the deadliest poisonous snake, not only breaking his larynx, but also directly annihilating his furious soul!

Ling Quezi didn't even have time to let out a scream. The madness in his eyes instantly solidified and dissipated. His tall body fell to the ground with a bang and was quickly swallowed by the spreading fungus fire.

"Who?!"

Meng Yang was horrified. Looking at the strange death of Ling Quezi, a chill ran straight to his head.

He looked suddenly in the direction where the red rope was being retracted, but he only saw a swaying fungus shadow.

Fear instantly gripped Meng Yang.

Ling Quezi's death was so strange that he didn't even see who his enemy was.

He immediately realized that he had become the next target, and without caring about anything else, he turned around and tried to escape.

However, would Nan Xiang give him a chance?

Using her knowledge of the characteristics of fungi, she had already set a trap on Meng Yang's possible escape route - a seemingly harmless pink fungal blanket that exuded a sweet aroma.

When Meng Yang stepped on it in panic, the fungal mat instantly secreted a large amount of sticky and slippery mucus with strong corrosive and nerve-paralyzing effects!

Meng Yang's feet slipped and his body lost balance. What was even more terrifying was that the mucus quickly corroded his body's protective aura, and the feeling of numbness spread along his ankles!

In fear, he mobilized the power of lava to try to burn the slime, but instead it made the slime boil and produced more paralyzing gas!

In the brief moment when he was struggling, Nan Xiang's figure appeared behind him like a Shura demanding his life.

In her hand she held a sharp black bone spur taken from some kind of highly poisonous fungus, which was coated with spore toxin that she had mixed herself and could instantly freeze the flow of spiritual energy.

simply! neat!

The bone spur accurately pierced into the vital point of Meng Yang's back, and the power of poison and annihilation erupted at the same time!

The leader of the Yanji Sect, who was so powerful with the power of lava, only had time to let out a short groan before his eyes widened and his body quickly stiffened and turned black, like a burnt dead tree, and he fell heavily on the pink fungal carpet that exuded a sweet fragrance.

After dealing with the two minions, Nan Xiang did not relax.

Qianye Ancient Buddha was the mastermind, and he must be hiding deeper. She followed the most intense evil Buddha aura and carefully went deep into the core of the secret realm.

Finally, she came to a huge dome made up of countless glowing hyphae.

In the center of the dome, a strange "mirror" is suspended.

It is not a physical entity, but more like a ball of liquid halo that is constantly flowing and changing with colorful luster, emitting rich fluctuations of the laws of space and time.

Nan Xiang approached this "mirror of time and space" cautiously.

When she stared at the flowing halo in the mirror, the mirror surface suddenly rippled, like the surface of water after a stone was thrown into it, clearly reflecting a dusty scene from fifty years ago -

The picture does not show a battlefield on the banks of the Si Shui River, nor does it show any current audience.

It directly brought Nan Xiang's consciousness back to that sunny spring afternoon.

The location is an ancient mountain forest far away from the hustle and bustle of the human world.

A huge, lush ginkgo tree stands on the edge of the cliff, its golden-green fan-shaped leaves sparkling in the sun, casting mottled light and shadows.

Under the tree, a young monk in a moon-white robe was sitting cross-legged, chanting with his eyes closed.

He has picturesque eyebrows and a cool and elegant temperament. There is a cinnabar mole on his forehead that is as bright as a red lotus. He is none other than Su Chen, the disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect who has not yet become the Demon Lord.

At that time, Nan Xiang was still a ginkgo tree demon who had practiced for hundreds of years and had just been able to transform briefly.

She playfully hid behind a thick branch, curiously looking at the little monk who had intruded into her territory.

The sound of his chanting is so beautiful, like the sound of a clear mountain spring.

For several days in a row, Su Chen would come here to meditate and chant scriptures.

Nan Xiang gradually became bolder.

Sometimes, she would deliberately let a golden ginkgo leaf gently fall on his smooth forehead while he was meditating.

Su Chen would pause slightly, open his eyes as clear as a cold pond, pick up the leaf with a hint of barely perceptible confusion, unconsciously stroke the veins with his fingertips, and then gently place it on the grass beside him.

Sometimes, Nan Xiang would transform into a kingfisher, perch on a branch not far from him, and "disturb" him with her chirping.

Su Chen never drove it away, but just raised his eyes occasionally, and his gaze calmly swept across the exceptionally lively kingfisher. There seemed to be a very faint gentleness in the depths of his eyes, which he himself did not even notice.

Another time, a few greedy woodcutters discovered this huge ginkgo tree and wanted to cut it down.

Nan Xiang was angry and anxious. Just when she was about to teach the mortal a lesson, Su Chen appeared.

He did not display his supernatural powers, but gently admonished the woodcutters, telling them that the tree was spiritual and that they might be punished by heaven if they cut it down. He also gave them some silver and guided them to look for wood elsewhere.

The woodcutters left in doubt.

Su Chen stood under the tree, looking up at the dense treetops, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "All living things have spirits, so we should be respectful."

At that moment, the sunlight fell on him through the gaps in the leaves, holy and gentle.

Nan Xiang was deeply moved when she saw how she and Su Chen met, knew each other, and fell in love. After revisiting the experience again, she only felt heartache, heartache for Su Chen.

For the past fifty years, he has been guarding a corpse and holding on to that beautiful lie: they will meet again when the ginkgo leaves turn yellow.

We reunited, but time flies and we have been separated for fifty years, so there are always some regrets.