Seeing this, Gu Qingxi was helpless.
She could see that the power of Su Qinglan's sword was only at the early stage of the golden elixir. She didn't know whether it was because he was too seriously injured just now or because of the side effects of his innate magical power.
With this sword power, with her strength, she could be thrust into the sky with just one finger.
But at this time, her consciousness was completely suppressed, her spiritual power was like ice, but she couldn't even move her fingers. Not to mention a sword in the early stage of Golden Core, even in the early stage of foundation building, it can easily destroy her Dantian spiritual roots.
It seems that this time I can really only explode one golden elixir.
At this time, Su Qinglan only had the strength of the early stage of her golden elixir, and it was absolutely impossible for her to withstand the power of her golden elixir's self-destruction. As long as Su Qinglan is injured, the innate magical power that suppresses spiritual consciousness will naturally be defeated.
It's a pity that we only need the last spiritual crystal to break the forbidden spell and become a god. I wonder if self-exploding a golden elixir will cause a decline in cultivation?
If things go downhill, I'm afraid finding that kind of spiritual crystal won't be able to break the backlash of the forbidden technique, so I'll just have to wait a few more years. Gu Qingxi wanted to smile bitterly, but unfortunately she couldn't.
At this moment, a ball of silky white mist suddenly floated out from her heart.
Isn't this the mirage spirit that the little mirage demon gave me? How did it escape?
Before Gu Qingxi could figure out what was going on, her eyes suddenly darkened, and then brightened again.
The valley is still the same valley, with the deep spiritual pool, the steaming spiritual mist, and the scattered rocks. It seems that nothing has changed, but there is an additional young man in the valley.
"Third Senior Brother!" Gu Qingxi was surprised and happy.
The young man has a tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a beautiful face. He is none other than Third Senior Brother Long Qianli.
But soon, she discovered that she had mistaken the person. At first glance, the young man seems to look exactly like Long Qianli, but at a second glance, you will find that the two people actually look completely different.
It feels like a character in a dream. You know it's him, but he doesn't look like him. Or you know he looks like him, but you know it's not him.
In short, it is very unreal and dreamy.
By the way, dreams, mirages. Gu Qingxi faintly realized something.
Opposite him, Su Qinglan looked at the man blankly, with surprise and disbelief in his eyes, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Zhiyun, is it you? Is it really you?" Su Qinglan asked with blurred eyes for a long time.
"Qinglan, I'm back." The man named Zhiyun said softly.
"Zhiyun, it's really you, you're finally back!" The long sword in Su Qinglan's hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so many years." Zhiyun slowly came to her and looked at her deeply, his eyes full of tenderness.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as you still remember me, I am willing to wait a thousand years or ten thousand years." Su Qinglan said dreamily, two lines of clear tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls.
"How could I forget you? Look, this is the Taiyi Ling Tea I brought to you specially.
This tea needs to be picked at the beginning of the morning every day, before the cold dew has gone and the sun has not risen, and then fried with the power of the moon after midnight. It took me several years to learn how to make this tea.
Qinglan, come and try it and see if you like it? " Zhiyun waved his sleeves, and a coffee table appeared in front of him. On it was a set of exquisite tea sets. Two teacups contained clear green tea, which was still steaming.
Zhiyun leaned over and picked up a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to Su Qinglan.
His eyes were full of expectation, tenderness, care and consideration, but at the same time a little nervous and apprehensive.
"I like it. I like everything you bring to me." Su Qinglan picked up the teacup and took a sip. She closed her eyes slightly and curved upward like a crescent moon. Her intoxicating and sweet smile seemed to melt.
Seeing this tender and affectionate scene, Xiao Yutang, Zhu Hongyuan and others felt strange, but they couldn't help but immerse themselves in it, as if they were melting into Su Qinglan's sweet smile and Zhiyun's emotions.
But Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi's eyes widened: What the hell is this?
Gu Qingxi had just seen the mirage spirit Yuanling given to him by the little mirage demon float out, and then saw the man who seemed to be different from the third senior brother, Gu Qingxi roughly guessed what was going on.
In order to break the suppression of Su Qinglan's soul, the best way is to disrupt her consciousness, and this is the mirage's most powerful innate magical power. If I guessed correctly, the mirage spirit that the little mirage demon gave to Gu Qingxi sealed this innate magical power.
But if you want to disrupt your spiritual consciousness, then disrupt your spiritual consciousness. Why are you playing this trick again?
Luo Yunchang is a female cultivator. Although it is a bit hard to pick and fry tea, but imagine her beautiful and refined appearance and her figure like Tingting, you still feel that she is ethereal.
But don't you think it's a little too inconsistent for an old man to get up before dawn to pick tea, and to go fry tea under the moonlight in the middle of the night?
There is also Zhiyun's gentle eyes that are full of expectation, care and consideration, but at the same time nervous and apprehensive. If you haven't seen Luo Yunshang disguised by the little mirage demon with spiritual consciousness, it's okay. If you have, you will. You will find that the two are exactly the same.
No matter how you look at it, she looks like a young daughter-in-law who has just started and wants to please her husband.
The eyes are just the same, but even the slightly raised orchid fingers when picking up the spiritual tea are exactly the same.
Please, which man have you seen with such a look in his eyes, and which man has such orchid fingers?
Both Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi felt chilly, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.
Gu Qingxi even thought in her heart, could she read some bloody romance novels to the little mirage in the future, so that the little mirage could improve in her studies?
