As far as the eye can see, there is a vast garden, densely planted with flowers and plants, and this place is not like other places, charred and black.

But the dense flowers and plants, looking closely, are like human palms, as if thousands of people have been buried in the ground, only their hands are exposed, announcing their positions.

A breeze blew, swaying in unison, as if beckoning, as if saying goodbye.

Qingluan's little face turned pale, and no matter how powerful Rao is heart is, looking at the whole palm, he was still at a loss for what to do.

The white dove leaned over and glanced at her obliquely.

"This is the palm garden, and it is planted with palm grass, and a red fruit like a blood bead will condense in the palm of the mature palm grass, and you will be responsible for collecting those ripe blood beads in a while. ”。

After saying that, he threw a small ice silk cloth bag to her, with some ice cubes in it, and held it in his hand to freeze to the bone.

Qingluan took it timidly, her brows furrowed deeply.

It takes courage to enter this garden.

The white dove's hideous face was impatient, "Hurry up." ”。

Qingluan nodded, raised his feet and walked forward.

The palms seemed to sense someone entering, and they waved at Qingluan, grabbing her flowing skirt from time to time to hinder her steps.

Qingluan fell in fear, and occasionally accidentally stepped on one or two, and he would hear a piercing scream, as if he had really stepped on someone else's palm.

The tip of his nose was full of fine sweat, and Qingluan felt for the first time that his cognition was too shallow, and his courage was a little too small.

The white dove looked at her from afar, and his eyes were full of relief.

Brought people in before, the first time I got acquainted, all of them were yelling to die or live, although this Qingluan was scared, but he still knew to restrain himself and complete the task he arranged.

The girl is not very bold, but her heart is very strong.

Qingluanzi carefully looked at the palms of those palm grasses, and didn't see blood beads in his palms for a long time, so he walked deeper.

The further in, the denser the palm grass became, and the skirt had already been torn apart by the grass, and it was torn in several places.

Finally, Qingluan saw a plant with blood beads in his palm.

Excited, she cautiously stepped forward.

The grass seemed to sense the danger, and its five fingers instantly clenched into fists and fell to the ground.

Qingluan grabbed it and tried hard to break it.

Seeing that his companion was being bullied, the palm grass on the side slapped Qingluan fiercely, and the sharp teeth of the grass tip were like nails, grabbing Qingluan.

At this time, Qingluan understood why Bai Jiu would put a pair of gloves on her, if she didn't have this ice silk glove, the back of her hand would definitely be scratched and bloody.

One person and one grass, as if in a tug-of-war, Qingluan finally opened his fist and quickly plucked the blood beads from his palm.

There was only one scream, and the grass instantly withered, as if it had been scorched, and it was pitch black.

Qingluan raised her eyebrows in surprise and put the blood beads in the bag, looking for the next target.

Here, Qing Yinan was sitting on the edge of Taishang Laojun's bed with a sluggish face.

Last time he suddenly fell ill, and it was much more serious than before, Lao Jun didn't expect him to have such great power, not very injured, Yuan Dan was damaged, and he didn't even have the strength to retreat, he had been recuperating in the house, Feng Chaoyang was on the side day and night, and all kinds of elixirs were poured into Lao Jun's body.

Feng Chaoyang was very surprised by Lao Jun's injury, he never thought that Lao Jun would be injured so badly, the only person who was present in the know, but it was like losing his soul, not to mention that he didn't know anything, he was completely like a wood, sitting on the side, sunrise and sunset, and he didn't even change his posture.

In this case, he couldn't say anything, so he could only do his best to help Lao Jun heal, hoping that he would get better as soon as possible.

"Where did the pills in the Shenjun Pill Pharmacy go?", Feng Chaoyang grabbed the fairy child who was waiting on the side and asked, he had asked countless people in the past few days, but he didn't get the answer he wanted.

Qing Yinan suddenly seemed to come back to his senses, staring straight at Feng Chaoyang.

Feng Chaoyang is Qingluan's uncle, although the two are not very similar, but after all, the blood relationship is there, and there is still a trace of similarity.

"You want the elixir?", Qing Yinan suddenly spoke.

After a few days of silence, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be filled with wind and sand.

Feng Chaoyang nodded, a little puzzled how this wood was willing to speak.

I saw Qing Yinan take out a Qiankun bag from his arms and throw it in Feng Chaoyang's hands seemingly casually.

"It's all here. ”。

Feng Chaoyang was stunned, and immediately opened the bag to see, and sure enough, it was full of all kinds of elixirs.

He looked at Qing Yinan and stopped talking, shook his head, took out the elixir in his hand by category, and picked some for Taishang Laojun to take.

"When Qingluan was a child, was he very naughty?", Qing Yinan suddenly asked, but his eyes drooped slightly, and if he didn't pay attention to listening, he would feel that he was talking to himself.

Feng Chaoyang thought for a moment and nodded, "It should be." ”。

Qingluan was quite wild when he was a child, and he didn't know where to go from time to time, although they didn't have much contact time, but Feng Nu cried every once in a while, and he could still understand a lot.

"Shouldn't you have watched her grow up?"

Qing Yinan raised his head suddenly, and looked at him with straight eyes.

Feng Chaoyang frowned slightly.

Is there something wrong with this person, does it have to be by his side all the time as an uncle?

He glanced at him lightly, and in a blink of an eye, he focused his gaze on Taishang Laojun.

The elixir I took just now should be about to take effect, and Lao Jun is almost about to wake up.

Qing Yinan saw that Feng Chaoyang ignored him, stood up suddenly, and dragged him to him.

"You didn't watch her grow up?".

Feng Chaoyang laughed a little.

The young man asked some questions inexplicably, but there was something wrong with his brain.

"I'm her uncle, not his father!"

He shook off Qing Yinan and looked at Lao Jun again.

Qing Yinan looked at his empty nagging hands and was stunned for a moment.

Yes, it seems that even her father and mother are not by her side all the time, let alone others?

No one was with me all the time before, but there will be one in the future!

Su Yu's figure flickered in his mind, and his heart sank into his abdomen, making it difficult for him to breathe.

It's all him, if he didn't secretly make trouble, how could Qingluan know, and how could he let him go?

The slender fingers clenched, and the breathing became heavy.

Kill him!

A voice roared in his head.

No, you can't kill him, if you kill him, you and Qingluan will really be finished.

Another voice retorted.

His eyes were gradually bloodshot, and his eyes were red.

Feng Chaoyang quietly listened to the movement on the side, noticed that something was wrong, and turned around.

In front of his eyes, Qing Yinan's face was as hideous as a demon.

He was startled and gently patted Qing Yinan twice.

Who knew that Qing Yinan didn't react, but his expression became more and more weird, and his body continued to exude an extremely cold aura.

He was stunned, this was a sign of a fallen spirit.

The so-called fallen spirits are actually high-level cultivators who are unable to resist their own inner demons, so they are controlled by their inner demons, lose their minds, become crazy and crazy, and do some terrible things that they usually dare not do.

Once the spirit falls, it will be intolerable by the laws of the heavenly realm, and it will be driven out of the heavenly realm and entered reincarnation, or it will disappear and the soul will be destroyed, and it is by no means a joke.

What had happened to make him show signs of depravity in such a short period of time?

However, Feng Chaoyang didn't have time to think about it, the situation was quite critical at the moment, Qing Yinan was Qingluan's friend after all, he had to stop the fall from happening, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Qingluan.

Having made up his mind, he hurriedly stretched out his right index finger, a blue light flashed at his fingertips, and then pointed at Zhongqing Yinan's spiritual platform, continuously transporting spiritual energy into it.

The best way to deal with fallen spirits is to keep the spirit platform awake.

As long as you can keep the altar, you can avoid tragedy.

Feng Chaoyang tried his best to mobilize most of the aura in his body, and seeing that he was about to dry up, Qing Yinan finally slowly regained his steady breathing, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

Seeing this scene, Feng Chaoyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then again, falling spirits are not something that can be done by just anyone, and they must be cultivated to reach a certain level.

The young man in front of him, his cultivation was so high that he had a demon, it was really incredible.

"Who are you?" Feng Chaoyang said sharply.

After Qing Yinan calmed down, he glanced at him with a faint expression.

There was no need for him to explain this person, but for the sake of him being Uncle Qingluan, he bowed his head slightly and thanked him, turned around and left.