While the female fairy from the West Pool chuckled, a violent whirlpool of rolling clouds appeared in front of the two of them. This vortex was born on the Yaotai Yunbi, and the mist of the Yunbi gathered in it was actually hundreds of layers higher than the rest.
many!
Ji Yuenian was obviously aware of this. He turned his head to look at the Fairy of the West Pond, and what caught his eye was still her gentle and pretty smiling face.
The female fairy of Xichi raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "If the ninth Buddha is not willing to try this Yaotai Yunbi, I will send a message to the gods on the wall at this moment to guide the ninth Buddha to enter."
Under the superposition of hundreds of layers of mist, its power is so terrifying that it is simply unimaginable.
Ji Yuenian quietly looked at the turbulent whirlpool of clouds, still silent.
The female fairy of Xichi knew that she would never dare to face this fate of certain death. With her delicate white hands dancing lightly, she had already managed to condense the Immortal Spell of Sound Transmission. She looked a little proud and said with a smile: "Why, the ninth
Are you going to give up trying? This Yaotai Yunbi is indeed..."
Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly.
The beautiful young man in a black and gold-threaded robe walked past her, and glanced at her quietly with his cold eyes. His long black hair billowed up in the fierce wind, and he walked straight in.
In the whirlpool of clouds.
The female fairy of Xichi stood alone on the Purple Qi Immortal Platform, surrounded by violently surging clouds and mist in all directions. She stared blankly at the extremely twisted vortex of clouds in front of her, and she never really came back to her senses after a long time.
…
The sky and the earth are dark and dark, the wind is howling and roaring, and all the creatures in the world are looking for a place to take shelter from the wind to avoid being killed by the wind and celestial phenomena.
The violent roaring violent wind swept through the Jiangtuo Mansion, but the underground secret pavilion of an ordinary person was extremely quiet, and was hardly affected by the wind.
The white and delicate scallion-cut jade fingers stretched out from her sleeves and lifted off the wide black robe that enveloped her. Her cold and ethereal voice sounded even better in the quiet dark room: "Ji Yuenian, what's wrong with you?"
Without the concealment of the black robe, the girl's celestial beauty that would sink the moon into a fish is revealed.
In the flickering of the dim candlelight, the beauty is like a flame.
Ji Yuenian sat beside her, looked at her blankly, and said, "It's you."
Ji Qingchan raised her eyes and glanced at him, raised the corners of her red and soft lips and smiled, Qingling's pleasant voice became lower and lower: "What are you talking about?"
The girl's clear voice lingered in his ears, and the candlelight in the dark room trembled more and more violently. Even through several doors, the roar of the strong wind above could still be vaguely heard.
"Jiyue Nian."
As the girl danced lightly with her bare hands, a vague celestial light spread into her fingers. In just a few breaths, she weaved the mysterious light entwined between her fingers into a chain of snow jade beads.
She pulled the sleeves of Ji Yuenian's robe, ran her soft and warm fingertips across his fingers, and clasped the snow jade bead chain on his wrist. A beautiful red glow appeared in the depths of her eyes, "
What happened to you?"
Ji Yuenian lowered his gaze, looking at the chain of snow jade beads that glowed with a vague white mysterious light, with a somewhat melancholy expression, and murmured: "The so-called mental fog is actually like this..."
The massive mist of clouds that the Fairy of the West Pond worked so hard to gather made the mist of the heart barrier revealed by Ji Yuenian completely closer to reality, without any falsehood at all.
Ji Qingchan gently clasped his wrist, and moved her head slightly closer. The crystal clear white earlobes were already stained with a little blush, and the black hair fell down to Ji Yuenian's shoulders, "My heart is
Obscuring mist, is this just a trance dream?"
Above the dark pavilion, the blazing wind was still howling and raging, and the strange screaming sound of Feng Huan was faintly transmitted into the depths of the soul.
But in the dark pavilion, candlelight flickered, and there was a reassuring silence.
She was really too smart and transparent, and from just a few words from Ji Yuenian, she came up with many thoughts and guesses out of thin air.
The delicious fragrance of the girl's hair filled his mouth and nose. Ji Yuenian's eyes were extremely blank and he said softly: "Ji Qingchan, I have something to ask you."
"In just a few dozen breaths, you seem to have changed into a different person. Such a soft tone surprised me," the girl said with a soft smile, her eyes filled with bright red halo and Ji Yuenian's face were very close.
, "Let's talk and listen."
The candlelight swayed slightly, and the girl's fair and delicate fingertips glowed with a soft red light. She took a strand of black hair and twisted it between her fingers.
Ji Yuenian was silent for a long time, until the strand of black hair on her finger had been wound dozens of times, and then she spoke: "It is useless to ask about knowing the outcome, so I will not ask anymore."
The black hair wrapped around her fingers paused. The girl gently raised her eyes to look at him and said, "Ji Yuenian, tell me the truth. What's going on?"
Ji Yuenian's expression became more and more confused, and he whispered: "At this moment, in the dark pavilion in Jiangtuo Mansion, it is the scene more than a thousand years ago."
There was a little smile in Ji Qingchan's clear and clear eyes, and she said: "So, you have fallen into an illusion, and the place you are now is where the illusion is.
Is that right?"
Ji Yuenian remained silent.
As the candlelight trembled, the girl sat up straight, letting her long black hair fall down, and said with a smile: "How to break through the confusion, have you thought of it?"
Ji Yuenian looked at Ji Qingchan steadily, nodded slightly, and then shook his head slightly.
Ji Qingchan chuckled and said: "Such mental barriers are really simple. One is to rely on the supreme state of mind cultivation to break through the fog. Now that you can realize that you are in an illusion, you have already achieved good mental state cultivation."
Why, it’s not enough to forcefully break through this situation.”
After a pause, the girl's cold and clear voice came to my ears again, "The second is to erase the mental barriers in the fog and destroy the illusion."
After saying this, Ji Qingchan stretched out her onion-like jade finger and made a faint stroke on her slender and white neck. The smile in her eyes became more obvious, "Ji Yuenian, don't tell me that you can't do it."
The candle flickered gently, Ji Yuenian looked at the girl who was close at hand, and said: "If I really go back to this moment more than a thousand years ago, I will take action."
There is still half a sentence left and he has not yet finished speaking.
A scene imprinted in the memory of Zhenling surged from the depths of his mind.
More than a thousand years ago, in the Jiangtuo Mansion, outside the Mangshan Ghost Mansion, in the twisted void, there was also Ji Qingchan in front of him.
In a daze, the girl's black hair like a waterfall gradually faded, and finally turned into bright red light spots that dissipated. However, in an instant, Ji Qingchan had dissipated into countless magnificent light spots from beginning to end, condensed into
A translucent butterfly light and shadow, the butterfly light and shadow keeps flapping its wings, and sheds a brilliant stream of light in the darkness, which is beautiful and light.
As the bright light flows, the bright red butterfly dances between the fingers of Ji Yunian, just like when the mountains and seas of Weiyuan were first seen, as lively as a phoenix passing through the deep valley, as light as a dragonfly passing through the water, and as light as a luan swimming in the sea of clouds.
Beautiful, as bright as butterflies dancing on peach blossoms.
Memories of the past flowed by in an instant. Ji Yuenian suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, and said: "You gave up your own reincarnation and used the power of celestial phenomena to send me to the seal of the Imperial Water God.
From now on, you have truly disappeared between heaven and earth. If I take action against you at this time, my state of mind and cultivation will never be broken again."
Ji Qingchan's eyes were as light and calm as autumn water, and her cold and clear voice was extremely pleasant: "Although I don't know what happened after that, since I made such a choice at that time, it proves that you encountered an irresistible crisis.
If you are no longer here, what’s the use of reincarnation?”
After a few breaths of silence, the girl looked at Ji Yuenian quietly and said with a smile: "If one day I really have the chance to be reincarnated, but you are no longer in this world, then I would rather live forever and sink into oblivion."