"What's going on in your little head?" Di Qianji gently knocked her forehead, "I don't know what happened to you in the half year you have been missing." ”

"Huh." Huang chuckled lightly, put her arms around his neck, her eyes drifting around, and suddenly, she pointed to a green spring and said, "Boy, baby!"

Emperor Qianji looked away, his gaze fell on the spring of the Phantom Bitan, and the corners of his mouth finally opened a smile.

The spring was only the size of a human head, and it was bubbling with a turquoise liquid, and in every trace of liquid, there was a light shining in it, and there was a mysterious breath inside.

Emperor Qianji put down the phoenix lightly, and at the bottom of the pool, they were surrounded by a transparent barrier, which isolated them from the pool, and walked at the bottom of the pool, as if walking on the ground.

"Young man, can you move this thing?" Huang Qingwan squatted beside the Illusory Bitan Spring, turned his head and asked.

Emperor Qian was speechless, this little thing, why did he want to move away from everything.

He shook his head, "The spring of the Phantom Spirit Bitan is a natural product of the Great Dao, and it can only exist here, and cannot be moved. ”

"Tsk, that's a pity." Huang gently rubbed Qiong's nose and shook his head, quite a pity.

"The water of the Phantom Bitan Spring is rare and precious, I want to use the water of this spring to refine your bones and restart your life star." Emperor Qianji said, with a wave of his jade hand, a dark black enchantment spread out at the bottom of the pool, isolating the entire bottom of the pool from the outside world.

The surrounding scenery changed abruptly, a piece of green meadow, a peach blossom tree, the emperor killed half of the face of the demon, half of the god, kneeling on the side of the case, on the sandalwood case, a guqin flowed out a few traces of brilliance.

Emperor Qianyu stroked the piano with his hand, moved slightly, and a string of heavenly sounds came out.

The turquoise spring, under the sound of Emperor Qian's qin, turned into a trace of green light, and slowly sank into the body of the phoenix.

Every trace of green light, with the laws of nature, slowly swam in her pitch-black body.

Huang Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly, the sound of the piano was very similar to what she heard in the lotus pond.

She only felt sleepiness, and she didn't know how long it was, but she fell asleep by the spring.

Under the peach blossom tree, Emperor Qianji quietly looked at her sleeping face, with a gentle smile on her lips.

He had only seen this little thing three times.

But it's like this, so he can't rest assured.

Every sound of the piano is like a flowing rune, imprinted in the water of the Phantom Bitan Spring, and Emperor Qianji even refined all the Phantom Spirit Holy Fruit that the two-headed snake gall and the phoenix lightly picked, and all the power was injected into her body.

His purple eyes were half-open, and his long eyelashes cast a deep shadow under his eyelids.

I don't know how long it took, but the body that was as silent as the Dead Sea finally changed.

As powerful as an emperor, at this time, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.