The peacock flies southeast [fragrant honey sinks like frost]

It was warm all around, like lying on a chair in winter to bask in the sun, she stretched in a daze and rubbed her eyes.

"Huh???" She was stunned when she opened her eyes. Before her eyes were small groups of golden things like flying catkins. She poked them curiously.

With her touch, all these things poured into her body.

"Huh?" She called out in surprise, the thing was still warm.

"Ah..." Suddenly her head seemed to explode, and countless pictures flashed in her mind...

It took a long time before she came back to her senses, panting with half-supported hands.

"Are you still alive..." She murmured, Sui He was dead, and she still vaguely remembered the coldness before her death, so is it she or she who survived now...

She stretched out her hand and brushed it in front of her face, a rippling mirror reflected her current appearance.

It is no longer the face she used to have for thousands of years, it is much more ordinary, as if she has traveled through eternity, bringing back her earliest memories.

She is the one who survived now, Tibetan Qing.

"Xu Feng..." Zang Qing whispered, covering her heart.

Zang Qing looked around and finally saw where he was.

She was on a stone bed before, and the outside of the stone bed was in the shape of a lotus platform, exuding a faint blue light, and beyond the lotus platform was still water, deep and peaceful.

She was lying on the stone bed before, and Tibetan Qing touched the stone bed under her body, it was warm, no wonder she felt so comfortable sleeping before.

Of course it’s impossible to stay here all the time, thinking that Tibetan Qing stood up from the stone bed, and at the same time, green lights lit up in this place all around, as if to attract her, she looked at the scene and looked up. The feet go toward the deepest point.

The slightly cool water under her feet, under the action of her stepping, green lotuses bloomed, leading her to the depths of the green lamp.

Zang Qing's movements paused, she squatted down, reached out to touch Qinglian, and found that these were real Qinglian...

This is embarrassing... When did she have such a new skill... It's better than Jin Mi's flower god power...

Her own resurrection was definitely not that simple. Tibetan Qing stood up again, and the sound of surging water came from her ears. She turned her head and looked at the place where she woke up before, and she had completely sunk into the bottom of the water.

The spiritual power in her body has far exceeded what it used to be, but no matter how you try it, this world is like a bottomless pit. Thinking that the dark blue will not stay here, if this is the case, then she should take a good look at the person who saved her.

The further you go inside, the brighter the light becomes, and a dazzling light bursts out in front of you, causing Tibetan to close her eyes.

When everything returned to calm, everything in front of him made Zang Qing stunned.

In front of her was a ruins of an ancient city. She looked back and couldn't see the end of it. I can clearly feel how gorgeous this place used to be.

Tibetan Qing walked a few steps casually, and confirmed that this place is the center of this strange world.

Walking and walking, Tibetan Qing squatted down. There were traces of a large formation in this place. The outer wall of the ancient city in front of him towered into the sky, and the black wall was engraved with the inscriptions left by the sword and halberd technique.

It is not difficult to imagine what a tragic war took place in this place.

She walked towards the ancient city, and as she stepped in, the ancient city was filled with endless sadness, and the wind brought the shouts of soldiers, the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of killing with swords handed over.

Zang Qing felt a little sad, she sighed: "Where is the holy one who brought me here."

As soon as her words fell, everything in front of her eyes turned into powder, like quicksand melted into time, and she returned to the original place, with the lotus platform under her feet.

The sound of "哗啦啦" sounded in her ears, huge chains were wrapped around the coffin, and a breath of time filled the air. Strange words were engraved on the coffin, emitting a bronze-colored light, breaking through the water. out.

Cang Qing stepped forward, stretched out her hand to caress the coffin mound, thousands of images flashed in her mind, it was the appearance of a young boy from babbling to twelve or thirteen years old.

Loved by father and mother, brothers and sisters caring, this is a very happy teenager.

But how peaceful the years have been before, and how tragic it has been since then, when wars broke out, and countless gods, gods, and monsters fought, destroying the entire world, leaving only the last city.

The boy's parents sealed him into the coffin with tears in his eyes and chanted scriptures, just to hope that he would survive in the future and be reborn in the next reincarnation.

Then the little boy sank into the bottom of the water along with the coffin, surrounded by darkness, he just fell asleep all the time, I don’t know how many years passed, the end of the river here was divided into two, and one of them turned into seven colors, becoming Tianhe, together, turned into a ghostly color, becoming the River of Forgetfulness.

I don't know how many years later, a small paper boat carrying a little soul power broke through the restriction and came here, illuminating the entire water area.

For nearly tens of thousands of years, the two soul powers of the red and the green lingered and blended together, and finally broke the previous restriction, allowing the little boy to wake up.

Not long after the young boy woke up, he saw the green glow gradually dissipate within a day. Although the restriction from the outside world had been lifted, he still couldn't leave the coffin. He could only try to use the ancient secret technique to reunite the green glow. Became what she is now...

Zang Qing withdrew her hand, everything was so unthinkable, but she was willing to believe it, because if he wanted to kill her, it was actually very easy, and there was no need to save her at the beginning.

She trusts her sixth sense.

I have been stationed in Wangchuan for thousands of years, and no one knows the place of Wangchuan better than her. Such a world has not been discovered after so many years, and time in the dark is always extremely slow. It is conceivable that this young man how lonely.

Cang Qing stretched out her hand to pull the chain, and found that Qi could not be cut off with her ability.

Navy blue tried for a long time, but it still didn't work.

After an unknown period of time, her heart palpitated, and she always felt that Xu Feng seemed to be in danger.

"Jin Mi." Zang Qing murmured.

Not long after, the scent of flowers and the bloody smell of Xu Feng's blood wafted through the air...

Just as Zang Qing wanted to move, the lotus platform under her feet turned into green light and merged into her body, which gave her a pause. The abundant spiritual power made her feel like she had controlled the entire Wangchuan Tianhe...

Tibetan Qing finally pulled the coffin and followed the smell, Xu Feng, is that you?

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"Xu Feng." Zang Qing took Xu Feng's hand, cut their fingers, and slowly pressed his hand to the coffin mound.

"Wait a minute!" Doumu Yuanjun stopped talking.

Before, she was restless and felt that the world would change drastically, but now seeing the scene in front of her, she was really terrified. No one knew what was in the sarcophagus. If it was harmful to the Six Realms, what would happen?

As a result, as soon as Doumu Yuanjun finished speaking, Zang Qing had already put their hands on the coffin.

Doumu Yuanjun: "..."

Green and red shimmers lit up in the Wangchuan River, gradually covering the sarcophagus.

"Wow..." Jin Mi couldn't help exclaiming, it's so pretty...

The blue and red colors gradually became darker, and then gradually faded away. A child dressed in purple appeared in front of everyone. Even Xu Feng, the most beautiful boy in the heavens, and Jin Mi, the number one beauty in the six worlds, were in front of him. He is no less inferior than them, he is still a child now, one can imagine how magnificent he will be when he grows up in the future.

The child opened his eyes, a gleam of golden light flashed in his pupils, and then he calmed down. He looked at Cang Qing: "Sister."

The child didn't speak, but his voice clearly pierced everyone's ears.

The author has something to say:

Thanks: Tranquil Sky Dropped a Landmine

Give Jin Mi a play to develop.

I want to beat myself a bit now, my writing is not good, what kind of pit did I dig, recently I feel that I am so diligent and tired, and I even change it every day.