Thick clouds cover the sun, the black mist between the sky and the earth is heavy, and there is a gourd bed floating in the water of the Tianhe River, and the river water soup soup, and the gourd bed is also stuffing.

Qinghu rolled up the brocade quilt sideways and wrapped his head in the quilt.

She suddenly felt that the touch of the brocade quilt against her skin was disgusting, and she pushed away the pillows in the gourd bed with her hands and feet, curled up and hugged her knees.

Qinghu heard the subtle sound of "Zizi", and her empty eyes, which could only enter and exit, lifted up, and saw the edge of the gourd bed and the sky above, shrouded in a mottled arc of light.

The transparent mask has a flickering light on it, making a "sizzling" sound while shuttling back and forth.

She poked it with her hand, but she couldn't penetrate it.

She's stuck here.

But she doesn't want a gourd, she doesn't need a barrier, she doesn't want to stay here...

Qinghu's feeble fist pounded against the invisible barrier one by one, and the barrier did not move.

She was so weak, physically and mentally damaged, and the wound on her shoulder was still bleeding, as if she had to drain all her blood.

Qinghu slowly squatted down, covered his ears and closed his eyes, only to feel noisy and dazzling, and the smell in the space was also disgusting.

That person, what right does he have to confin himself.

Now, do you want to lock yourself up and continue to fiddle like a doll?

Everything here disgusted Qinghu, her body resisted strongly, and her senses, hearing, and vision were devastated.

She curled up barefoot, her mind buzzing, and she couldn't stay for a moment, she just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, something in Qinghu's body was about to move, responding to her.

The cinnabar mole in the corner of her eye hurt sharply as if it had been picked by a needle.

The hand covering her ears subconsciously squeezed her head, but it did not alleviate the pain in the slightest.

The stinging pain deepened deeper and deeper, and Qinghu clearly felt the pain burrowing from the tail of her eyes into her skull, stirring into her brain, which seemed to be burning, and a boiling sea rolled in her brain.

The boiling sea washed down from his head, washing Qinghu's entire body, and Qinghu struggled for a moment in pain, gradually losing consciousness.

In a trance, she felt that her bones had melted, her skin and flesh had been burned, and then her five senses were closed, and she couldn't feel her body anymore.

Suddenly. Qinghu's crimson body slowly rose into the air and floated, stretching into a flat lying position.

The cinnabar mole at the end of her left eye flickered three times and then emitted a bewitching light, and a cyan vine crawled out of the cinnabar red and walked under the skin of the clear lake.

Under the thin middle coat of Qinghu, the bright cyan vines kept growing and climbing, repeatedly intertwined and entangled, and soon crawled all over the body.

The moment the green vine stopped growing, countless fiery red buds stretched out and bloomed at the same time.

The small flowers, the five petals are flame-like red on the outside, but the inside is full of color, and the core of the flower receives the brilliance flowing in, constantly changing colors.

The wound on Qinghu's left shoulder immediately stopped bleeding, a flower fell off the green vine, and the small flower grew little by little, completely covering and hiding the wound, and slowly closed.

The moment the petals closed, the clear lake disappeared from the gourd bed.

Mt. Treasure Room.

The Nine Immortals sat alone on the Sacrifice Cliff, but his magic weapon Xuanling Mirror flew away abruptly.

The Xuanling Mirror flew to the sky above the Sacrifice Cliff, and the mirror body continued to grow and grow until it grew to the size of a person, and Qinghu's body shadow appeared on the Xuanling Mirror.

Xuanling Mirror flew back to the Nine Immortals with Qinghu in his arms, and the red and green vines on Qinghu quickly retracted, and when the Nine Immortals saw Qinghu, all the flower vines faded, leaving only a bud on Qinghu's left shoulder.

Qinghu was haggard and lifeless, and the bright red blood that spread from his left shoulder on his snow-like coat was particularly dazzling.

"Huh?" The Nine Immortals exclaimed: "This face! ”