Xia Mi had no way of knowing what was going on in the heart of the Ten Halls Hades, and she walked towards the outside of the thirty-three prisons step by step. Her movements were extremely slow, but not at all. In a matter of moments, she was stepping out of the sticky, thick darkness.

Almost as soon as Xia Mi walked out of the thirty-third prison, the thick darkness quickly dissipated as if it had been impacted. Bright white light poured out from the two small houses, which were scattered high and low, and then fell silent for a moment. As the darkness dissipated, the light that had not been seen for a thousand years in the Thirty-Three Prisons slowly arrived.

A large golden red flower came out of the ground, trembling and stretching its bewitching petals. The slender petals are still stained with water droplets from the Lethe River, and they shimmer brightly in the daytime.

Xia Mi narrowed her eyes slightly, and half-pulled the corners of her mouth to reveal a complicated smile. It seems to sigh and feel nostalgic...... After a long pause, she slowly moved away, and with a flick of her robe, the whole person had disappeared in place.

On Kunlun, the top of the snow.

A majestic fairy palace stands quietly on top of the mountain, and the snow on the ground has accumulated a thick layer, smooth like a mirror. The ultimate silence is like a taut bowstring, revealing a sense of solemnity.

Xia Mi's gaze moved away from the unpopular fairy palace, and instead looked at the snow where not half of the footprints had collapsed, and a look of anxiety secretly crossed his eyes. Gently pulling the sleeve robe, an extremely bright red silk thread automatically climbed out. He tilted his head to look at his surroundings, as if he had confirmed something, and turned his head to walk in one direction.

Although he didn't have a tangible demeanor, looking at his movements, it was obviously a look of checking and confirming.

If it were a secular person again, I am afraid that it would have been regarded as a miracle a long time ago, but Xia Mi, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, did not even blink his eyes, and was not moved by it at all. Tensing the corners of her mouth, she raised her hand and slowly made a complicated handprint, and when she landed, the speed of the red line moved a little faster.

Xia Mi raised the speed and immediately followed.

As soon as I reached the mountain gate, a rumbling sound came. At the same time, black clouds instantly rolled up in the sky. Xia Mi stared at the thickening clouds, and cursed in his heart. The pace on her feet quickened again, and the dark robe on her body cut a black shadow in the air, with a sharpness that broke through the air.

However, she was fast, and the clouds in the sky were faster, and it didn't take long for them to accumulate a thick layer above the immortal palace in Kunlun Mountain.

The black clouds spread out layer by layer, pouring down, like a long, endless staircase. Xia Mi's fingertips were cold, and the senses that seemed to be cut off before returned to normal in an instant. The cold wind rolled up and down her sleeves and the corners of her clothes, lining her figure extraordinarily thin.

Looking at the half-soothing and half-rolled clouds, Xia Mi stretched out her hand, and a black mirror appeared in her hand. The color of the mirror body is obviously beautiful red, but the clear mirror surface is entangled with an incompatible black gas, and at a glance, Yu Xiangrui reveals an extreme sense of weirdness.

Xia Mi's fingertips swiped lightly on the palm of his hand, and a drop of golden red blood dripped onto the mirror. Suddenly, the light was shining.

He whispered a few words in his mouth, and his long voice was like a dark night aria, Xia Mi flicked his sleeves, and the mirror flew towards the sky in a daze. At the same time, a stream of extremely bright thunder fell.

The mirror trembled, rapidly enlarged in mid-air, and just turned into a size that could shelter Kunlun Mountain. The purple thunderbolt with the thickness of the bowl fell on it, making Xia Mi tremble. Wiping the blood from her mouth fiercely, she walked towards Kunlun Mountain with difficulty but determination.

The white jade on her waist shone faintly in the invisibility of the mirror, allowing her to pass through one prohibition after another unimpeded. By the time he found the sleeping white figure by the White Jade Hot Spring, Xia Mi's sleeves were so wet that blood was dripping from them.

The thunder light continued to hit her natal spirit treasure reincarnation mirror, making her already unsteady steps stagger. Finally walked to the man's side, Xia Mi's face was pale and there was no trace of blood.

Gritting her teeth to hold back the trembling of her wrists, she stretched out two fingers and gently placed them on his hands. The pulse under the fingertips was a little faint, but it was still beating steadily. On the whole, it is just a weakness that has exhausted its spiritual power.

The heart that was mentioned fell back to reality in an instant, Xia Mi shook his hand and took out a small white jade porcelain bottle from between his sleeves, and his fingertips forcefully broke the man's mouth, and the transparent blue liquid slid down his lips. The spiritual power on Kunlun Mountain was stirred in an instant, and a large amount of spiritual power surged directly to him, as if he felt something, the man's hand that was originally hanging on the other side moved, and a small white ball came out directly.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the confusion in the black bean eyes of the dumplings gradually disappeared, and it took a long time to regain clarity. The little red mouth opened and closed a few times, and finally didn't say anything, just sent the furry head to the bottom of Xia Mi's hand, and rubbed it in her slightly cool hand.

There was a faint emotion in the charming peach blossom eyes, Xia Mi hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and spit out a few words with difficulty, and then used the last trace of strength to roll up the white dumplings and the man in a sleeve robe and send them out.

The cold fragrance of snow and the woody fragrance of pine were intertwined at the end of the nose, and the black beans of the dumplings blinked, and two tears rolled down in an instant, and at this moment, the heavenly thunder that was originally attacking one by one seemed to be completely angered, and it no longer descended one by one, but nine at once.

The reincarnation mirror trembled, but he still stubbornly refused to relax his protection of Kunlun Mountain. Tuanzi's tears flowed more and more rapidly, and it was still refusing to close its eyes because of the cold wind, which made its eyes hurt.

I don't know how long it took, but the dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the clear blue sky again. Tuanzi almost froze, standing on a stone and nervously looking at Kunlun Mountain in the distance, but only saw the Kunlun Mountain, which was originally covered with snow and white, and at this moment only the wounds after the lightning strike remained.

Kunlun Mountain, collapsed.

The reincarnation mirror, broken.

Feeling embarrassed, the ball whimpered lowly. As if disturbed by it, the man's eyelashes, who had been quietly leaning on a tree, trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

The abundant spiritual power in the body has flowed, and all the open injuries and dark troubles have been healed, and everything seems to have returned to its original appearance. The man's expression was a little confused, as if he had inadvertently swept into the distance, but he saw a scene that broke his heart-

On the charred earth, a palm-sized red mirror was suspended in mid-air, dripping and spinning in circles. It was covered in cracks, the most serious of which happened to be in the middle, splitting it apart.