"Little girl, don't drag me down......" Zibao's voice gradually faded, as if she was getting farther and farther away from herself.

Qing Ling didn't know what kind of situation she was in now, there was darkness in front of her, the spiritual power that had always been comparable to her eyes became unconscious, and she couldn't use it at all, and the true yuan in her body seemed to be sealed, and she couldn't use it, at this time, her whole person seemed to have become an ordinary person, without any power.

Accustomed to squandering her power, she was secretly afraid of her heart for a while, and she couldn't even control herself inexplicably.

Gradually, she seemed to understand the situation at this time, the reason why she couldn't feel the true element in her body was because she was in a soul state at this time, and when her spiritual power was pulled by the previous suction force, she even sucked her soul in.

Over here... The inside of the white ice jade turned out to be pitch black.

How do I get out of here?

This question has become the most important thing for Qingling at present.

There was no way to calculate the passage of time in the dark, and Qing Ling didn't know how long it had been, but she always felt that she had been trapped here for a long time. But nothing has changed in the dark.

"It would be nice if there was a little light...", and the dark space turned into a bright one, and the light in the huge white space was dazzling, which was a strong contrast to the previous darkness.

This...... Is it a change in your own thoughts?

If you want it to be bright, make it light......

"It's good to have a little plant growing vigorously. It was just a tentative thought, and in an instant, the white space was full of greenery, and countless plants grew in clusters, and she did what she wanted.

It's a magical space, Qing Ling is sure. And this space may just be an illusionary space.

"I want to see the blue sky, white clouds, birds," Qing Ling said slowly, and the real objects he said were instantly changed by this space.

"I want many, many high-grade elixir prescriptions. ”

The high-grade elixir prescription of the alchemist was not easy to obtain, and the reason why Qing Ling was able to refine the seven-grade pill was also because of the prescription on the alchemy book taken out by the head of the Holy Dan Sect when she left the Eastern Continent.

And the thin title pages can't record much at all, except for some prescriptions for third-grade, fourth-grade, fifth-grade, and sixth-grade pills, there are only a few seven-rank pill prescriptions listed among them, as for the prescriptions for eight-rank pills at all, if the alchemist who can refine the eight-rank pill is a rare number in the entire cultivation realm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the golden paper in front of him floated in the air, and the golden paper listed on it were all six-rank and seven-rank pill prescriptions, and there were even eight-rank pill prescriptions among them.

If it was a joke that the illusion had played on him, then the elixir that Qing Ling had refined after memorizing these prescriptions might be useless.

She wasn't sure if it was true or not, but she still recorded these prescriptions one by one in her mind, and with the thought of what happened, she couldn't let go of the good things that might be true in front of her.

"I'm going to- I'm going to get out of here!"

The whole space changed, the blue sky, green trees, white clouds, and small birds all dissipated into smoke, and the bright space changed instantly.

This is the interior of a majestic palace, everything in the entire palace is cast by ice jade, the length, width and height are not more than 100 meters, the palace is not big, but it is exquisite, ingenious.

There is a huge throne about five meters wide and about ten meters high on the dozens of steps on the highest part of the hall, and the throne is also formed by ice jade, the whole body is white, there is no complicated pattern, just the shape of a throne, simple, generous, intuitive, but not losing majesty.

On the throne in the closed ice jade hall, an illusory figure suddenly appeared, almost condensed into a physical figure from a distance, but it was still clear at a glance that it was just an illusory figure.

A middle-aged man in his thirties and forties has a short beard, which does not give people a rough feeling, but makes people feel extremely oppressive. Just the existence of a phantom can make Qing Ling feel oppressed, if he sees a real person, Qing Ling can predict his strength.

"Who are you?"

It wasn't Qingling who opened his mouth to defend himself, but the phantom's intention to ask Qingling.

As soon as the voice came out, there was some ethereal and illusory audio-visual, and a sense of powerlessness appeared, which made Qing Ling unable to control his honest answer.

"My name is Qingling, and I am the daughter of the head of Qingyu Mountain......"

Fortunately, this answer did not reveal any other information, which made Qingling breathe a sigh of relief.

"Qingyu Mountain?" This sect is obviously a name that is not familiar to the phantom, and the phantom face that has never been heard of has been intuitively calmed down.

The reason why he wanted to ask about the identity of Qing Ling was also for other reasons, if the person who entered this place was his enemy, then even if he left a spiritual imprint, he would not let that person leave.

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