Ao Xiang sky, like soaring clouds and mist, stepped into the fairy tower.

"The deity can only stop here, if you enter this night hall with you, I am afraid that there will be more incidents, if you sink into desires again, you will never wake up, you must stick to your concentration." The black-scaled dragon said goodbye to him and stopped following him, lest it cause more trouble and strange emotions for mortals.

Placed in the fairyland, although this is not real, but the environment in which the mirage has been placed, it refracts the images in its memory to all the creatures within the range of the illusion, but also sees a pavilion and pavilion somewhere like a fairyland on earth somewhere in ancient times, which once existed.

Outside the jade pavilion of the night hall, the fairy mist is ethereal, the sea of flowers is clustered, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, the water is clear like a mirror of heaven, and the branches are empty and the same root is born, giving the color of mythology.

The fish leaps over the dragon gate, and the crane chirps, echoing with the Tanchi River Cave. The painting wall of Quanqiao constructs a flying rainbow, which complements each other with the clouds, and the layout of the jade chess is like a treasure, and the painting of the purple air from the east is painted by the ghostly axe.

Stepping on the jade brick, I saw that the cloud top sandalwood was the beam, the crystal jade was the lamp, the pearl was the curtain, and the fan gold was the pillar base.

The six-foot-wide agarwood bed is hung next to the shark silk treasure tent, and the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, and the wind is moving, like falling clouds and mountains and phantom seas.

The couch is set up with a green jade incense pillow, covered with soft silkworm ice sticks, and stacked with jade belts. There is a huge spirit bead hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining brightly, like a bright moon.

The ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, chiseled the ground for the lotus, the flowers become the appearance of a five-stemmed lotus, the petals are fresh and exquisite, and even the stamens are delicate and recognizable.

With such ingenuity, there must be no one who can build it now, and there will be no such holy realm in the world.

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