At this time, Ringbell paid close attention to the movements of the fishing scholar in his sleep, and she already felt that something was wrong.

The little scholar sweated profusely in his sleep, turning his head again and again, as if he was falling into some abyss that he couldn't help himself.

Seeing that his call was useless, and his tea was too soft to save the emergency, the bell Hu Ren remembered that this little scholar had been carrying a Fu Linji dress worn by an old woman in his package.

I once heard the little scholar say that this is his mother's relic, and it is his talisman.

Afraid that the little scholar would die in the process of being unconscious, at this time, Ringing had to take out the auspicious clothes as a talisman, trying to call out the resistance and struggle of the little scholar's body, and save himself at the last moment.

Ji Fu shook, and the pentagram pattern that Qingwen had repaired at the signal of Xiyue radiated a bright light in the corner of the skirt, and this light went straight into Qingwen's body, as if it was sending blessings to the person in front of her.

At this moment, Qingwen, who fell into the abyss of sleep, felt that she was constantly falling, falling-

At the moment when Qingwen fell, her hand inadvertently hit the trunk of the old cedar tree. Then, the arm fell with the body......

It turned out that she was still wandering around the cedar forest and did not leave for a while.

......

At first, it was darkness.

In my ears, there was a five-pointed star spell coming from nowhere, over and over again......

Suddenly, as the sound of the wind in her ears increased, even if she couldn't move and couldn't open her eyes, Qingwen could feel the light of silver fir flashing around her:

Under the pentagram spell, the sky was full of warm light—

There is not only the light on the old silver fir tree, but also the starlight in the starry waterfall in the sky...... The same thousands, tens of thousands of rays.

These lights are disordered, ignorant, innumerable, and innumerable......

The sky is full of snow and stars.

Some are like lightning on a thunderstorm night, sometimes squeezed, and sometimes torn and stretched.

Some are like diamonds, which are set in a condensed manner, reflecting sharp light from various facets.

Some of them move like participating in business, and the stars flow with the years and the sky......

The invaders in the body, the two "humanoid black smoke" began to gradually shrink under the illumination of silver light, in order to show humility and submission.

The silver light continued to converge and grow, squeezing the entire "black".

In the blink of an eye, as if there was no shadow, all the "black" black cold qi escaped from Qingwen's body, and in the same way, disappeared without a trace.

"Why did you save me, where are you?" asked Qingwen with the last bit of strength.

Who the hell is driving this black away and keeping me safe?!

"Rustle—not in it...... face, I also ...... Not outside...... Sand—"

The weak Qingwen was pulled by the voice's call.

The old man's voice sounded intermittent and muffled because of the distance......

However, the healing power of this voice never diminished.

The wind in her ears was getting stronger and stronger, Qingwen opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, the "eyes" of the cedar tree were still smiling, as if nothing had happened around her.

In the sky, the stars in the waterfall were still moving in disorder, and no one hit the other, and the lightning-like light squeezed, tore and lengthened, but seemed to be neither increasing nor decreasing......

The starry sky directly in front of her eyes was still in its original position, and they contained almost all the stars that Qingwen had observed in the past five years.

Every star is so familiar to her.

It turned out to be a pentagram!!

She was glad that her dense phobia hadn't flare-up from the stars shining.

She couldn't tell whether it was the light of the silver fir or the starlight of the pentagram that saved her......