Chapter 391 (1/2)

On the hillside, there are green bamboos and a winding spring. A withered house is located here.

The leaves are colorful, the clear spring flows, and the bleak wind from the bamboo forest splashes the beautiful sound of nature.

The green stone steps are stacked with withered and yellow leaves, and the vines spreading on them are particularly green.

Fu Qing stepped on it and made a rustling sound. Perhaps it was the footsteps or the breath that startled a will in the courtyard.

Suddenly, the breeze blew and the fallen leaves were rolled up by the whirlwind, like a fierce dragon waking up from sleep and slowly stretching his body.

”Pa!”

A golden rainbow hit Jiaolong and defeated the other party's attack. Mulan withdrew her hand and nodded to Fu Qing who turned her head.

Fu Qing was stunned. His face was unnatural and even a little frightened, but when he saw the schadenfreude eyes of the limping man in black, he bit his teeth and tried to resist the impulse to smoke him.

Finally, he went into the courtyard.

The courtyard looks small, but it is vast, containing different dimensional space.

It is still a green peak, peach blossom pond, waterfalls pouring, beauty bathing.

Fu Qing knows that Ziyou is good at it. It's called picture in picture.

Qiushan, Taoyuan, beauty, waterfall, xiayun, courtyard, etc. are all sprinkled with ink.

Fu Qing sipped at the corners of his mouth, his green robe floated, and his whole body exuded a Book breath. His eyes were vicissitudes, but revealed a touch of edge.

Then, three groups of rare treasures burst out of their sleeves and interweaved into feather clothes, blue and pure, winding around them.

It's a secret skill. Keep your sleeves clean.

He is good at wind tunnel. Any wind magic is restrained by the best wind tunnel treasures.

The free wind multiplied by the green sky is the best of the best, and it is also the rare treasure that Ziyou ordered to catch. However, it fled to the blue sky where the military way is popular, so that Taibai shot and the sword light crossed, chasing the little bitch of free wind all the way.

He stepped out like a breeze without goodwill, hostility or killing intention. He stepped into the hillside and saw a palace.

The palace is luxurious and magnificent. It seems to be built from pieces of green gold. It is crystal clear and sprays a blue glow, which contains the rare treasures searched by the blue sky.

His exclusive shrine, qingquetai, is essentially a part of this palace.

Holy palace, qingluan hall.

Fu Qing's face was helpless. He turned into a rainbow and flashed into the hall.

Then, it was the same scene, but the bathing sister broke through the double digits. The peach blossoms faded and the white and tender petals were in full bloom. It was a pear garden full of tree fragrance.

Under a pear tree, I secretly looked at the best place for my sister, and there were several bottles of brewed wine.

”That drunkard again, he-tui~.”

Fu Qing shook his head, graceful and arrogant.

After admiring a pool of spring scenery reluctantly, he took a bottle of pear wine and stepped into the end of the third painting.

A ruin that looks like it was destroyed by a thunder robbery. It is blackened all over and permeates a gloomy atmosphere.

But on closer observation, we can see the prototype of the palace.

Temple, ghost swing temple.

A legendary divine skill of the thunder Lord led to the collapse of the divine palace. Although Lord Ziyou repaired the ghost palace in time, and the grade was reduced by one level, he retained the core, an ability to control the soul.

Before leaving, Fu Qing looked at the pear garden in the distance, showed his two sleeves of breeze, and entered the fourth painting with awe in the elegant and light fragrance of pear flowers.

In the sky, a ferocious crack opened and blood seeped.

The earth, the bones buried in the waste land, and the dead peaks suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was still a waterfall, bleeding, with internal organs floating on the stream, and dozens of red and pink skeletons wiping rotten skeletons with silk scarves.

Perhaps aware of the breath of living creatures, they turned slightly, and their long dry and dirty hair floated on the blood, revealing a gloomy and strange smell.

Fu Qing took a breath, as if a little green bird had lost its feathers and turned into a pair of winged birds, running fast.

The pool water for raising red powder skeletons is one of the three pools, the blood pool side by side with the sword pool and wine pool.

Although it is not true, the sea of blood is surging in Ziyou's pen, which also has the wonderful function of half a step legend.

Fu Qing retreated quickly because behind him were a group of beautiful skeletons climbing ashore, chasing after him like a mad dog.

In this painting, heaven and earth, all the strong who step into it will be suppressed in an all-round way.

”Lord Ziyou, it's Fu Qingyou.”

With a long sigh, Fu Qing shook off his pursuers and stepped into the hillside. The white fog rolled like connecting the other side of the world.

Misty, but in it, there is a fruit tree, rooted in the wasteland penetrated by blood and water, a list of thin old people,

At this moment, his eyes were closed, his whole body breath converged to nothingness, and seemed to blend with the surrounding world.

”Lord Ziyou.”

Fu Qing respectfully saluted. Although he understood that the old man in front of him, the suspected person in the painting, was not Ziyou's body, he could at least convey the news.

Since the three saints fought together and severely suppressed the whole organization, Ziyou kept her foundation, but lost her mind under the effect of legendary magic.

Hearing the speech, the old man glanced at him, and a daze appeared at the bottom of his eyes, but it turned into a vortex, evolved into a battlefield, and transformed into life and death.

”Lord Ziyou, the real water that has been kept in the soul river for a hundred years has been taken back.”

Fu Qing carefully raised his head and exuded a few drops of sweat on his forehead to report the progress.

But seeing the old man sometimes insane and sometimes dementia, his eyes were red and his heart was bitter.

Ordinary Ziyou, like her father, watched them grow up, inherited the inheritance of the sages, took Honglian's will as her own responsibility, stirred up the situation and moved to five continents.

But now, ziyoushen is hard hit, delirious, crazy, and has less time to wake up.

Mulan and others sought treatment for him, but was rejected by the sober Ziyou, taking hegemony as the primary task.

Not to mention, Ziyou is old and weak, and has no energy to manage. She has taken Mulan as her successor.

”Oh, it's hard for you.”

The old man said with a faint smile, his eyes converged on one side of the battlefield, the spirit flashed and the stars glowed.

He patted Fu Qing on the shoulder and gently pushed his hand on the latter's happy face.

The white fog surged and pushed Fu Qing hundreds of meters away.

Then, the old man's eyes flashed a purple light.

His figure stood tall and straight, his long frost white hair fluttered, and a wisp of smoke rose from his shoulders, neck and head.

The green smoke curled and flowed over the sky, covering hundreds of meters and swallowing the strange blood Xia.

Suddenly, the world in this painting was swept away with a sense of blood gas fading and gloomy evil.

”Fortune!”

Fu Qing opened his eyes and exclaimed.

At the same time, his figure turned into a breeze and was attracted by a mysterious force.

The next moment, he was caught in the white fog and sent away.