Chen Qingqiu walked for a while, the fog was cold and seeping, and she vaguely felt that after inhaling it, she had a headache. Can't hold on any longer......

"Ah Fu!"

There was no dog barking in response, and Chen Qingqiu's temples jumped violently, which was by no means a good sign. She covered her mouth and nose and tried to run out of the fog. Ignoring the direction, she ran for a while before she felt empty under her feet, stepped on the rocks, and stumbled.

The thick milky white mist followed her like a shadow, and she held the bead tightly in her hand, drawing through the air. The cold touch of Zhuzhu made her feel refreshed. Since you refuse to come out for a long time, then force that monster to dedicate yourself!

A picture from a long time ago came to her mind, a handsome man with a cold face, the branch in his hand slowly cutting through the ground, and the aura flowed in little by little. Chen Qingqiu took a deep breath and gathered the aura conceived in the dantian to his fingertips, and his slender fingertips touched the ground and moved.

Chen Qingqiu almost closed his eyes, in such a dense fog, he couldn't see the ground just by looking. But the ground in her heart gradually took on the shape of a hurricane charm.

Using the earth as the symbol and the body as the medium to draw the talisman - Chen Qingqiu's forehead oozed sweat drops, and the fingers of the talisman moved more and more slowly. This kind of attempt is more spiritually intensive than drawing talismans on yellow paper.

Chen Qingqiu could feel that the spiritual power in the dantian had disappeared sharply, and she couldn't hold it for long! The spiritual power of her fingertips flowed, and an invisible resistance was confronting her. At this time, he couldn't care so much, gritting his teeth, Chen Qingqiu pushed his fingers forward.

The heavy mist, as if sentient, drilled into Chen Qingqiu's nostrils. The pain in his head was aggravated, his temples kept jumping and jumping, and Chen Qingqiu's sweat suddenly became more.

"Ahh

Shouting hoarsely, Chen Qingqiu tried his best to finish drawing the talisman under his hand and fell to the ground. She gasped, her heavy eyelids slowly opened, and the mist in the air froze.

Chen Qingqiu was so tired that she couldn't lift her fingers, she rolled her eyes, and she could see many points of light in the air, and jumped in front of her. Those points of light are extremely agile, and they gather like small waterfalls in the white mist.

"Success."

She smiled and closed her eyes, and at that moment, the waterfall of light converged on the soles of her feet, and the talisman lit up slightly, Chen Qingqiu's short hair moved in the air, and then a strong wind was born from the talisman, which swept away the rich mist.

The blue sky and the sun have reappeared.

The sun fell on Chen Qingqiu's eyelids, hot.