Qingya was angry and funny, speechless for a while, and lifted the phoenix-headed eagle up, but the other party still didn't move, and he really fell asleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Putting the phoenix eagle into the spirit beast bag, the spirit beast bag Qingya had already brought a few with him, in case the phoenix eagle and the six-legged golden silkworm suddenly hatched, and he was at a loss, but he didn't expect it to come in handy.

Speaking of which, Qingya still had some doubts in his heart, after the phoenix eagle soaked in the spirit washing pool, it suddenly broke out of its shell, but the six-legged golden silkworm did not move at all, without the slightest change, which made him a little puzzled by punctuality.

After doing all this, Qingya finally set his eyes on the small work of the green building, which is made of uniform and neat bamboo rows, with thatched roofs, although it looks a little shabby, but it also reflects the surrounding scenery, which has a unique charm.

The doors and windows of the small building were closed, Qingya hesitated for a moment, and still stepped forward, but he didn't dare to get too close, but flicked his sleeves, setting off a breeze, and the bamboo door creaked open, and it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see that there was no other movement besides that, but it made Qingya slightly stunned.

However, Qingya still didn't dare to enter rashly, in case there was a powerful formation like Baicao Garden, wouldn't it be a self-defeating death.

Qingya thought about it, and took out a low-grade spiritual weapon that was almost useless from the storage bag, and he didn't know who he took it from, and kept throwing it in the far corner of the storage bag, and he had hardly noticed it before.

Qingya didn't cast a spell either, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the thing in his hand into the small building, and was immediately swallowed up by the darkness, and only a muffled sound was heard.

Qingya waited, and when he saw that there was no abnormality, he became bold and walked towards the small building.

As soon as I stepped through the bamboo gate, the darkness in front of me suddenly faded a lot, and although it was still a little dim, I could see the vision clearly.

There are very few things in the bamboo building, which can almost be described as the four walls of the house, but it is quite neat and spotless. In the center of the bamboo building, there is a long table, on which a huge copper mirror is placed, the mirror is shining, slightly shining, like a piece of flawless jasper.

Qingya's gaze fell on the mirror, and his gaze was suddenly attracted.

This mirror is completely different from the ordinary mirror, not reflecting the scene in the bamboo building, but showing a magnificent landscape painting. The high gorges on both sides are like swords, slashing the sky, the smoke and rain are like tides, the clouds are rolling up, and the ears seem to be able to hear the whining sound of the gusts of wind in it.

This kind of scene, Qingya has not seen before, and there are countless more spectacular ones, but for some reason, it is like having magic power, so that Qingya's eyes are straight, and he can't help but step forward, slowly stretch out his palm, touch it on the mirror, and gently rub it.

And just when Qingya's palm was just covered with the mirror, the internal scene suddenly changed slightly, and the clouds suddenly surged, gathering more and more, like the sky before the downpour, covering the sky and the sun, and finally condensed into a huge palm, which suddenly poked out of the mirror and landed on Qingya's wrist.

Qingya only felt that his wrist was cold, and suddenly a spirit came to his senses, and when he looked down, he was immediately shocked, and he pulled it violently, but the palm of his hand became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't break free at all.

Before Qingya could make any more moves, the light on the mirror suddenly skyrocketed, reflecting the bamboo building extremely brightly, and the light was dazzling, making it impossible for people to look directly, completely enveloping Qingya.

The light came suddenly, and it went extremely quickly, and Qingya's figure disappeared from the same place at the same time, and if you look closely, it actually appeared in the mirror scroll, but it is extremely small, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

On the top of a steep cliff hundreds of zhang high, between the vertical and the heaven and the earth, a figure stood alone, his robe swayed in the wind, his black hair fluttering, and he looked at the wind and clouds in front of him with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, how could Qingya not know that he was actually sent by a ghost to enter the mirror world, and he didn't feel anything when he looked at it outside, but once he was really there, he realized that the world here was vast, the wind was cold, and the air was full of endless murderous intent.

On the opposite side of the cliff and stone wall, there are carved three huge fonts of dragons flying and phoenix dances, each of which is more than ten zhang huge, and the three characters of smoke and haze are in the book.

Qing Ya just glanced at it, and he felt that there was suddenly an endless sea of corpses and blood in front of him, overwhelming the sky, and in an instant, it poured into Qing Ya's mind, and suddenly made him retreat nearly a foot away like a lightning strike.

The terrifying picture was fleeting, but after a while, Qingya gradually came to his senses, sweating profusely, his face like gold paper, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Qingya's eyes showed a look of horror, looking at the three big characters, and secretly said in his heart what was this, who wrote it, it was so terrifying.

Qingya walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down at the bottom of the Liuyan Gorge, but due to the dense clouds and mist, there was only a surging pure white color in front of him, and he couldn't see the slightest detail clearly.

But for some reason, an irrepressible curiosity suddenly rose in Qingya's heart, and the ghost made the god send a sudden leap down, and his figure disappeared in the vast clouds in an instant.

The clouds and mist were cool, and the slightest bit of it was in my heart, but it made Qingya wake up in an instant, and found that he was falling at a rapid speed. Suddenly shocked, the mana in his body turned, the wind was born under his feet, and his body suddenly lifted and slowly fell down.

The bottom of the canyon was much more spacious than expected, and the air was filled with a faint white mist, although there was an obstacle, but it did not prevent Qingya from taking in the surrounding scene.

The surrounding area is desolate, it can be said that there is no grass, and what surprises Qingya even more is that there is a rolling curve not far from it, floating on the surface, and if you look closely, it is actually a group of low bulges rising from the ground.

"What's that?"

Qingya whispered, walked over, and before he could get closer to see the details, there was a faint fishy smell wafting in the air, to be exact, when it was the smell of blood, this made Qingya's heart sink suddenly.

Whining.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly rose, and the white mist rolled like a tide, rushing towards the pile of bulges, and at the same time, there was a horn-like whimper in the ears, desolate like blood, like crying like a complaint, which made Qingya's neck cold and his hair exploded.

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, Qingya found that his feet were floating off the ground, and he couldn't control it, and slowly approached the pile of bulges.

At the same time, a bright light gradually rose in his body, breathing like a stumbling breath, and the surrounding white mist gathered like flowing water, slowly blending into it, no matter how Qingya struggled to stop it, it was in vain, and he could only watch it happen.

The bulge is getting closer and closer, and the outline is gradually becoming clearer, and when Qingya looks at it, he immediately feels that his scalp is numb.

This is a bulging hillside, but an endless group of mausoleums with no end in sight.