This spell lasted for most of the hour before Feng Xinglan slowly finished working.

His face was pale as if he had collapsed, his fingers trembled slightly, but there was a faint flow of light in his eyes that looked like deep pools.

He didn't get anything!

That proves that she really isn't dead......

But where will she be?

……

Jun Crimson is indeed not dead.

When she fell into the magma, she sank directly, perhaps because she was injured too much, she didn't even feel the heat of the magma in the magma, and even saw Hu Fengnan standing on the shore and watching-

She already hated him so much that she naturally didn't want to let go of the other party, so she threw out the silk turned into the phoenix soft sword regardless of life and death, and directly dragged Hu Fengnan down!

Then she felt a large maelstrom envelop her and writ her in.

After a dizzy spin at a rapid pace, she finally fainted from exhaustion.

When she woke up again, she found that she was in a sea of mandala flowers, with countless mandala petals rotating around her, and countless mandala petals plastered all over her body.

Her whole body was wrapped in petals, and there were flashes of colorful light.

She didn't quite understand what was going on, but the burning pain on her body had disappeared, and the petals were as soft as silk, with a touch of coolness, which made her feel comfortable......

Yes, comfortable.

It was as comfortable as if she was soaking in a warm bath, and she, after three days of purgatory, had not tasted such a sense of peace of mind for a long time.

She lay there quietly, looking at the fluttering petals, her brain empty, and she didn't think about anything anymore.

I don't know how long she lay like this, she finally got up, and found that her broken calves had actually grown again, the blisters all over her body were gone, and her skin had returned to its original firmness and smoothness.

Is she regenerative and terrifyingly evolved?

Or is it the credit of these mandala petals?

She picked up a flower, which swayed slightly in her fingertips, and gently touched her fingertips, greeting her as if she had been reunited with an old friend.

A strange feeling rose in her heart, as if these flowers were her family, her loved ones, her old friends.

She looked down at the leg she had broken, and wondered if it had been condensed from the petals and reverted to hers......

She raised her eyes and looked around, this large mandala was boundless, and she didn't know how much it was tilted.

In the middle of the flower field, there is a small building, which also looks like a mandala condensation, snow-white and slightly shining with silver light.

She walked over, pushed open the hidden door, and paused at her feet.

There was a person in the building who showed his figure, this person was dressed as a peasant, tall, handsome eyebrows, a pair of eyes stared at her, and sighed faintly: "You are still here......"

The voice echoes like a valley, like a Zen chant, with compassion.

Jun Scarlet looked at him for a moment and recognized it, she had seen his idol: "The god of Yunfu Pavilion? ”

That person was indeed Yunfu Pavilion, he didn't answer Jun Scarlet's question, and sighed again: "I've been waiting for you for a thousand years, just for this day, if you don't come again, I really can't hold on......"

There was a white light flashing in his palm, and after a while, two books appeared: "Everything you want is here, and it can also make your wishes come true, however, this kind of spell is world-shattering, and the side effects are extremely great, once you use this technique, your life will enter the countdown ......"

……

That's it, good night

(End of chapter)