He seemed to be in the sky, surrounded by a sea of snow-white clouds, and the white clouds became the earth, and only one of his heads poked out.

But the touch and cold from his body still told him that his body was still in the water.

"What is this place?" Zhang Qing was shocked, he was obviously downstream, why did he appear in the sky, and the sky seemed to be seamlessly connected with the lake.

Half deep underground, half in the sky?

The flames in Zhang Qing's body began to burn, quickly dispelling the cold, and his body gradually regained control.

He struggled to stretch out his hands, only to find them firmly propped up on the ground where the white clouds had condensed.

"It's... True? Zhang Qing's pupils shrank, and the touch in his hand was soft, like real clouds, but it was also very hard, like the ground paved with stone slabs.

The contradictory perception made Zhang Qing dare not act rashly, but he needed to pull his body out of the water first.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Qing's whole body jumped out of the water, but at this moment, his body stiffened in place, and his face was full of shock.

Everything was gone, the sea of clouds was gone, the endless sky was gone, and in its place were the silence, the ruined caves, and the corpses of demons everywhere.

The cave seems to be closed, and the roads do not exist in all directions, except for a small waterhole behind Zhang Qing.

As for the waterhole, Zhang Qing knew very well that this waterhole was the fourth layer of the Land of Clouds, and he almost died in it.

"Sure enough, it's not just me who can think of this, the wisdom of demons is not inferior to that of humans, but, how did they die?"

Zhang Qing didn't dare to move, because he didn't know how these demons died, but at least one thing, they were definitely not killing each other.

There must be some danger here.

Zhang Qing looked around, his eyes kept looking around, and the moment his gaze passed, something seemed to faintly appear on the wall not far away.

"That's ......" Zhang Qing felt that it was very much like a painting, but he couldn't seem to see it clearly.

"No, it's not that I can't see clearly, it's that I'm standing in the wrong place." Zhang Qing couldn't help but look at the location of the corpses of the group of demons and swallowed his saliva.

He probably understood how these demons died.

"Do you want to stand up? Am I going to die here like these demons? Zhang Qing hesitated, but quickly made a choice.

He had no second choice, either to stand over and take a look at what the painting looked like, or to wait where he was, until those golden lotuses appeared.

The existence here is not very secretive, but because of the four-layer environment, many people have no way to contact it, and those golden lotuses will definitely have a way.

He had probably guessed what kind of place this was, and that painting was probably the Thirty-Three Days Fragment, a cave blessed land that countless monks of Yunmengze would covet.

"I can't give myself to those golden lotus, then I will definitely die, so I can only choose to fight."

As he spoke, Zhang Qing slowly walked towards the location of the corpses of those demons, and then stood in the center of all the corpses.

Looking up at the mountain wall again, there was an ink painting scroll that seemed to hang there, with only the back of a person on it.

The moment he saw that back, Zhang Qingqiqi's blood flowed non-stop, and his spirit collapsed at this moment, as if his whole person was about to be erased.

His body was trembling, and the invisible fear pressed on Zhang Qing's heart, making him dare not have the slightest thought, even if he died like this, he would not show any unwillingness.

In this way, Zhang Qing froze in place for I don't know how long passed, and suddenly in a certain moment, all the pressure disappeared.

The sudden disappearance of the pressure brought Zhang Qing back to life, but he still didn't dare to move, because the back on the painting moved.

He stared at that back, and there was an extremely shocking but instinctively certain thought in his heart - immortals.

The person in the painting must be an immortal, and he is also an immortal in the thirty-three days.

Legend has it that all the thirty-three days of Lie Immortals disappeared, but now, Zhang Qing has found one, although it is only a back of the other party.

He stared at the back, and watched the empty scroll appear as a sea of clouds, just like the fantasy he had seen before, it was in the sky, no, it was thirty-three days ago.

The back still didn't turn around, just turned sideways, so that Zhang Qing could see a case appear.

"No, it didn't come out of nowhere." Zhang Qing locked a pen in the immortal's hand, and the moment the pen fell, the case appeared, and even he boldly guessed that the sea of clouds also appeared because of this.

The immortal stopped the movement in his hand, as if hesitating, and the next moment, the case disappeared, and he directly raised his pen and landed in the void.

So, a pool appeared in the sea of clouds, and the empty pool was filled with water in an instant.

This time, the fairy hesitated again, he seemed to shake his head, and then the pool disappeared as well, replaced by a huge lake, or rather, an ocean.

Zhang Qing didn't know how big the lake was in Xian's pen, but the answer seemed to appear in his mind the moment he looked at the past.

"Even if the whole Yun Mengze is thrown in, it won't make a big splash." He was amazed at his guesses and answers, and then watched as Xian continued to put pen to paper.

In the ink painting, a little different color finally appeared, and the cyan embellishments were pieced together little by little.

Before, the appearance of the case, the pool, and even the lake was only a credit to the past, but now, the immortal has been put down several times, and still has not formed a complete pattern.

Zhang Qing stared like this, and then counted, and when he counted nine times, something finally appeared in the scroll.

It was a cyan lotus, and the green lotus fell into the lake, and the fairy also stopped the pen in his hand and looked at the green lotus quietly.

The water of the lake was surging, and the monstrous waves roared over and over again, but the green lotus always swayed gently and did not move for any environment.

Zhang Qing couldn't understand it, but the immortal in the painting seemed to be quite satisfied, nodded slightly, and then disappeared abruptly.

With the disappearance of the immortal, everything in the picture scroll was frozen, the huge waves in the lake stagnated in mid-air, and the green lotus no longer swayed, stopping at the moment of blooming.

At the same time, the scroll on the mountain wall seemed to be ignited by flames, and began to disappear from all sides towards the center, but not a single ash fell.

Zhang Qing subconsciously stretched out his palm, this is a picture scroll that records the immortal, perhaps it is the image of the immortal at a certain moment, so he instinctively wants to leave this painting.

But when his hand touched it, he didn't touch the disappearing scroll, but his palm sank into it.

The slightest coolness passed from his fingertips to his heart, which reminded Zhang Qing of the chill in the water, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

"This ......"

He didn't return empty-handed, the scroll disappeared, and the green lotus in the scroll was brought out by him.

Looking at the lotus flower in his hand that seemed to be carved from crystal jade, the water stains on it were left along the palm of his hand, and the wisps of fragrance remained on the tip of his nose, Zhang Qing could no longer calm down.

"I plucked a real green lotus from a painting?"