"Silly boy, you were deceived by that person."

The Nine Immortals pressed Qinghu back onto the futon, frowned and said seriously, "I don't know why you believe what he said, but a person without a soul will not care if he has a soul or not. ”

"Really?" Qinghu was sorrowful, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at the Nine Immortals, such a fluttering two sentences were not convincing.

"If you don't believe it, see it with your own eyes." Nine Immortals stretched out two fingers in his right hand, the golden rays of his fingertips flickered, and he drew a golden nine-petal lotus rune on the ground, and a transparent crystal dagger slowly floated out of the lotus heart.

Qinghu looked at the dagger floating gently, and the clear dagger had a breathtaking power. She involuntarily reached out to hold the dagger, her hand felt cold, Qinghu hesitated in her heart, and looked at the nine immortals.

The Nine Immortals took a few steps back before sitting cross-legged, he arranged his robe, and said softly: "Cut your fingers, drop the blood to the heart of the lotus, and the nine-petal lotus will reflect and project your soul." ”

Qinghu touched the blade slightly, the dagger was blunt, and she wasn't sure if she could cut through the flesh. But before she could choose which finger to cut, the crystal dagger took the initiative to bite Qinghu.

The index finger was bitten, and Qinghu clearly felt that the dagger was sucking her blood, with great force and speed. A steady stream of fresh blood flows from the heart through the arm and from the fingertips into the dagger.

The crystal dagger, which was originally transparent, seemed to be hollow at this moment, and continued to receive the bright red blood of Qinghu until the entire dagger capital was filled with blood. A thin crystal film encased the blood, and the cool dagger became warm. The transparent crystal dagger turned into a blood-colored dagger, as if this was what it was.

The well-fed dagger broke free from Qinghu's grasp and flew back into the core of the nine-petal lotus on its own.

"Does it hurt?" The Nine Immortals asked softly.

Qinghu noticed that the left index finger was gnawed into a blur of flesh and blood, and the ten fingers were connected to the heart, she was stunned by the strange scene just now, and only after being reminded by the nine immortals did a spirit wake up, and felt the pain from her fingertips.

"It hurts." Qinghu raised his eyebrows and took his fingers into his mouth with the pain.

"And when you think of him, does it hurt?" The Nine Immortals continued to ask.

His tone was light, and he didn't look at Qinghu.

This is a standard question, and everyone in the world has their own hearts and souls.

Family, friends, lovers, or some scattered fragments, a look, a word, an inconspicuous little thing......

People who have been sucked by the nine-petal lotus will have their deepest secrets and memories stirred up.

These are the dwellings and dependencies of the soul.

The Nine Immortals didn't know what his little junior sister thought of, or who she thought of.

He only saw the Thousand Zhiyang Tree growing violently in the nine-petal lotus.

The nine-petal lotus can concretize the soul, he never thought that the soul of the little junior sister turned out to be a thousand Zhiyang tree, a sacred tree in the depths of the forest, the only one in the world.

The Qianzhiyang tree blooms without leaves, and the pure white and gorgeous small flowers grow on the vigorous branches, which is the perfect combination of vicissitudes and innocence.

The Thousand Zhiyang trees of Clear Lake are growing vigorously, as if they have endless vitality. The infinite growth of flower branches in all directions devoured everything it touched, and the Thousand Zhiyang Tree soon broke through the roof and continued to climb like the sky.

Such a rich and powerful soul!

The Nine Immortals couldn't help but marvel, who watered and maintained the little junior sister?

Qinghu was slowly pushed away by the rapidly growing Qianzhiyang tree, she stood up with her trunk and looked up, no one knew what she was thinking.

It's just that the moment her left hand stroked the Qianzhiyang tree, from under her palm, the ash-like gray-white shadow quickly spread out, crawling all over the tree trunk in an instant, and swept towards the flower branches on the top.

Qinghu left the tree with his palm, and his fingers tapped lightly. The gray-white body of the tree cracked like real ashes, and scattered one by one.

Instead of wandering around, the flying ash fragments flew towards the chest of the Clear Lake, as if there was a whirlpool there that swept the fragments in.

"Not good! The soul is broken! ”

The Nine Immortals flew up, but they were frozen in place by the Xuanling Mirror.