Chapter 571: Belongs to the Fresh Qi

The whole sky became more incomprehensible and unpredictable, and at this moment, the purple qi that heralded the most noble of the royal family slowly rose into the sky from the roof of the enclosed corridor outside the Luanfeng Palace, and finally replaced the bizarre sky and enveloped Qingze Mountain.

In the altar, Xia Shenxuan was still concentrating on luck without distractions, when the cold spring of blood like blood spread throughout the altar, or those were blood, Xia Shenxuan suddenly stretched out his arms and flew up, and through the true qi around him, he rotated leisurely, only to see that the blood river flowing all over the ground gradually swam one after another, incomparably cold, soft and endless, with a pure and pure spiritual fire.

That is the leyline to the yin pure fire

The leylines to the Yin Pure Fire swam with the blood river and became clearer and clearer, Xia Shenxuan continued to urge the internal force, and his face began to turn pale due to overdrawing his mental strength, but these did not make him stop. He drew an entanglement with his fingertips, and those spiritual fires were all mobilized as if they were being pulled, turning into an awe-inspiring and lonely fire phoenix, and swooped straight into the Soul Gathering Ding, which had been rotating in an orderly manner all the time above the crystal coffin.

The woman in the crystal coffin seemed to be in the warm sun and spring breeze, and her pale and weak face gradually revealed the color of vitality, and the breath of life continued to spread, dispelling the appearance of illness and deficiency that had been precipitated for too long little by little, and condensing back to the fresh breath that belonged to life little by little.

The woman's face was flushed, and she became more and more beautiful.

After two hours, the river of blood began to flow back, and gradually changed from a rich color of blood to its original clear and transparent appearance, and then, only the traces of bubbling remained in the cold spring, and then, everything subsided.

Xia Shenxuan was already overdrawn, but he did it in an orderly and gradual cycle, and when all the dust settled, he finally slowly closed down.

As he regained his momentum, the Soul Gathering Peak stopped rotating and fell into his hands from the air, the entire altar returned to calm, and the mysterious and strange light that had flickered was all gone, and he could no longer bear to spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then the whole person fainted.

I don't know how long it took, the woman in the crystal coffin moved her fingers slightly, and the perception that had disappeared for too long finally returned to her body, and she woke up faintly, looking for the focus of vision in a daze, maybe she hadn't seen the world for too long, so that she had been in a state of confusion.

After getting used to the sight in front of her, she saw a familiar figure lying motionless on the ground, and the familiar figure that crashed into her eyes made all her slack perception instantly clear, she almost crawled out of the crystal coffin in horror, and then rushed to Xia Shenxuan's side and hugged Xia Shenxuan, but after hugging Xia Shenxuan, the whole person was stunned like a thunderbolt from the sky.

She stared blankly at the hideous scars exposed under her eyes, and her heart couldn't help but tremble. It took a while before I finally came back to my senses.

It was the person she had been obsessed with all her life and had been crazy all her life, and even though the hideous scars were criss-crossed, she still recognized it.

"King! King! Wake up! Ying Shu finally shouted at a loss, her mind was so chaotic that she couldn't think, except for shouting, except for crying, there was nothing to do.

Outside the altar, the entire sky had long since returned to its normal color, and the strange scene that shrouded Qingze Mountain had also disappeared, and those hoarse and miserable cries for help had gradually disappeared into the wind, and occasionally there would be one or two unreal whimperings, but if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to hear it clearly.

(End of chapter)