After a while, a wave of unwillingness and resentment welled up in her heart.

Why did she turn around, she was all looked down on by him, isn't she just a man? If you want to see it, it's just a long needle's eye.

So, Mi Xin'er took a deep breath and turned around again.

In an instant, Mi Xin'er's pupils suddenly dilated, and her small mouth opened involuntarily.

Han Qing didn't ***, just had his upper body bare, and it was painted with strange and mysterious formations.

What shocked her even more was that she saw Han Qing cut the flesh and skin on her arm, stuffed a few spirit stones into it, and fused with the flesh and blood.

Han Qing's expression was indifferent, as if it was not his body that was cut. Chinese Net

He did the same, cut open the remaining eight places of his body, and stuffed dozens of spirit stones into it.

Immediately, Han Qing put on his clothes.

"Is it pretty?" Han Qing stared at Mi Xin'er, who had been opening her mouth, and asked coldly.

Mi Xin'er woke up in shock and said in shock, "What are you...... What for?"

Han Qing ignored her and sat cross-legged on the ground.

In an instant, on his body, there were fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from him.

Mi Xin'er petrified again, dumbfounded.

How is this possible? How did he regain his strength?

She tried her own and found that she couldn't mobilize the slightest spiritual power.

In fact, Han Qing used a formation he had obtained when he was in the Immortal Realm to form a simplified artificial qi sea.

This allowed his spiritual power to circulate in his body again, and it also allowed him to regain some of his strength.

After a long while, Han Qing opened his eyes and said in his heart, "It's a pity that he has only recovered the strength of the Yuan Infant Realm, but it is much better than becoming an ordinary person."

At this moment, Han Qing's body shook and rushed directly into the air.

Mi Xin'er was stunned, she opened her mouth to call him, but before she could utter a syllable, Han Qing had already disappeared from her sight.

He...... He just left?

Just left her here alone?

Mi Xin'er's face turned pale, and she sat on the ground softly, curled up.

She looked around, there was a dead silence, and she was the only living person left in the whole world.

In her heart, a strong fear welled up in her heart.

This fear of loneliness is even stronger than the hatred of Han Qing.

If her cultivation is still there, she can go into retreat directly.

In that case, even if you retreat for hundreds of years, it won't be a problem.

But at this time, she had completely become a mortal and could not enter the state of cultivation at all.

Therefore, this kind of loneliness eats the heart and bones.

At this time, Han Qing had already come to the high altitude above that was as thick as ink.

The clouds were tumbling, as if they were boiling.

Han Qing's expression was solemn, and with a flick of his fingers, a wisp of spiritual power sank into the dark clouds.

Suddenly, the dark clouds swelled even more violently, as if they were enraged.

Han Qing frowned, he thought about it, and directly took out a handful of spirit stones and threw them out.

In an instant, the spirit stones formed a large array.

A flash of light shot out of it, stabbing directly into the thick dark clouds.

Suddenly, the dark clouds were broken open a passage.

Han Qing's figure flickered, and he passed through this passage like lightning.

But in an instant, the passage was swallowed up by dark clouds again.

At this moment, the formation formed by the spirit stone exploded with a bang.

The power of the formation directly pulled Han Qing back, and these spirit stones had all turned into powder.

Han Qing let out a long breath of turbid breath and said to himself, "This can't be done, the thickness of this dark cloud is beyond my imagination, and the passage that the spiritual light rushes through will soon be crushed."

And as soon as the passage was crushed, if Han Qing couldn't escape in time, he would naturally be more lucky.

Han Qing sat on a raised rock on the cliff wall, and that's it

Mo looked at the dark clouds in front of him, and quickly turned all kinds of thoughts.

Every time he thinks of something, he gives it a try.

It's just a pity that each time it ended in failure.

Time passed day by day, and a month passed in a flash.

While Han Qing was meditating on the top of the cliff, Mi Xin'er was at the bottom of the cliff, lying on the ground with dim eyes and no focus.

In her mind, after so long, Han Qing must have left alone.

And she was left here to die.

At first, she was trying to think about spiritual matters.

Slowly, she couldn't concentrate anymore.

At this time, the feeling of hunger continued to hit her, and she had never experienced that the feeling of hunger was so maddening.

Even, she had a desperate desire to chew dirt and even dead people into her stomach.

And just like that, by now she had collapsed.

At this time, what her out-of-focus eyes saw was no longer the rocky bones here, but the images that kept flashing in her mind.

There are quite a few things that have impressed her since she was a child.

She had heard people say before that when people are dying, their minds will experience life in an instant.

So, she must be going to die.

It's just ridiculous and sad that the man who appears most often in her mind is not her father, let alone her fiancé Mu Qianli.

But...... Han Qing......

The hateful man, every expression, every body movement, every gaze with different meanings, kept flickering.

Sure enough, hatred is far more unforgettable than love.

She should have hated him to the extreme, so when she got to the back, her mind was full of him.

Otherwise, why is Mu Qianli so vague in her memory?

At this moment, a face suddenly appeared in Mi Xin'er's eyes.

The eyes on this face looked down on her condescendingly.

Mi Xin'er was stunned for a moment, how did the face in her mind run outside.

She subconsciously reached out to touch the face.

With a "snap", her hand was slapped away by Han Qing's hand, and the pain made her consciousness suddenly sober.

"You're not dead yet, are you, you won't roll up if you're not dead." Han Qing's cold voice sounded.

Mi Xin'er trembled, sat up suddenly, and her out-of-focus pupils suddenly focused.

"You...... Why are you still here?" Mi Xin'er's voice was hoarse, she obviously hated him, but the moment she saw him, she didn't know why she had a trace of joy.

"You Tianjiao of the Cangling Sect have all entered the reincarnation pool of the Ghost Sect to refine it, right?" Han Qing asked.

"Not bad." Mi Xin'er nodded.

"Give me a wisp of your origin, and maybe, I have a way to get you out alive." Han Qingdao.

Mi Xin'er suddenly raised her head, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her desperate eyes.

"I can give you a wisp of origin, but my spiritual power is completely imprisoned now, and I can't give it if I want to." Mi Xin'er said.

"You can do the same as me and put a simulated sea of qi on your body." Han Qingdao.