Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

That black thing is jade, the same black jade as the phoenix pattern jade pendant.

After venting her emotions, Nie Changqing seemed unusually quiet. She walked silently to the coffin and picked up the scrolls scattered on the ground.

After the Qiankun Technique in a painting, the ice coffin disappeared without a trace.

She walked to the original location of the ice coffin, which was where the golden cracks on the ground gathered, like the center of a spider web.

When she raised her hand again, all the sacrificial materials on the ground returned to their original positions, and all of them emitted a faint dark golden light.

The piece of black jade given to her by Zhou Jiangyan also flew into the air, floating up and down above Nie Changqing's chest.

The golden light flowed along the striped road and ravine on the ground, gathered at Nie Changqing's feet, and then returned to the original path and spread out. The golden light rushed directly into the surrounding sycamore wood walls.

You can see from the outside that several golden rays of light extend upward on the huge branches and disappear into the depths of the clouds together with the trunk.

"Qiangqiang-"

The big black bird sitting on the sycamore tree suddenly chirped. As if it was threatened by something, it chirped again fiercely.

"Pavilion Master! The formation has been weakened!"

Su Xuanling frowned and said, "Don't break it rashly yet, wait and see what happens."

"Yes!"

At this time, Nie Changqing's figure was shrouded in a golden light. The golden light became thicker and thicker, and her figure became fainter and fainter. Finally, with a few shrill wails, she officially disappeared.

The black shadow disappeared, the plane trees began to become transparent, and the curtain was slowly falling.

This farce is coming to an end.

The leaves of the sycamore tree slowly dissipated, turning into specks of light that slowly rose up. When the wind blew, the golden dots flew away with the wind and disappeared.

The air currents surrounded by golden light flew toward the sky, which was as beautiful as Penglai Wonderland.

Changxue Peak has also returned to its original appearance, with scrolls and scrolls piled up into a mountain, and the snow falling all over the mountain is pure white.

The huge formation is like a spider web, and the deep ravines on the ground are flowing with golden light. They seem to be continuously instilling power into the golden light group in the middle.

The formation that shrouded Chang Xuefeng also completely lost its effect. The light mask opened an opening, and the opening continued to expand. Finally, the entire light mask disappeared completely.

Su Xuan ordered the others to look at each other, and then they all flew into Changxue Peak.

You Yinian stood next to Zhou Jiangyan. He looked at those golden spots flying around, like fallen leaves in late autumn, which was so poignant that it made people feel lonely.

They followed the wind and circled around the golden light, and then flew to the sky, as if saying goodbye.

Circles of golden circles continued to grow, and the golden fluid in the small ravine under his feet gradually dimmed.

Therefore, the golden light group also became lighter. It went from being as big as a person, to being as small as a rock, and finally exploded into a small firework.

The golden light spot goes away with the wind, mixed with countless memories, love and hatred. But as strong as the wind, it seems that it cannot take away the unforgettable scars. Some things seem to be washed away only by time.

A whirlpool brought everyone together. The wind blew up and told them stories. The wind dispersed and took away their old friends.

The snow is falling again, and it is ruthlessly trying to cover all the stories. The golden and white butterflies collide, entangled to death.

The piece of black jade hit the ground, and the curtain closed completely.

The last golden butterfly is about to fly away. It rides on the wind, its golden wings seem to reflect the light of the sun.

Nie Changqing disappeared. She seemed to be that golden butterfly, flapping its wings constantly.

The world between heaven and earth is pure white and flawless, and the silence is terrifying.

There seems to be nothing left in the empty snow, except for a sentence I don’t know who it was said to—

"sorry."