Gong Qianzhu looked at the cliff in front of him with a weak face, which was more than ten zhang long, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the height was bottomless. She stretched her neck and looked down, she was shocked into a cold sweat, the tide below hit the cliff, the waves were turbulent, if she didn't pay attention to falling, she would have to drown if she didn't fall to death.

Sure enough, the bottom of Diancang Mountain leads directly to the Tianhe River, which is a weak water river. The so-called weak water is the water of the heavenly river, the feathers do not float, and the birds are sad.

This weak water is difficult for even the Immortal Sword to fly through the clouds, not to mention that the immortal method cannot be used in this place, and it is even more difficult to ascend to the sky if you want to go over. Gong Qianzhu stood on the boulder at the top of the cliff, the wind was raging, almost wanting to blow her off the cliff.

Standing stupidly like this is not a solution. She clenched her fist, untied the white hairband on her head, and shook it hard, it became more than ten zhang long, this is the royal fairy rope that her sister gave her before, usually used to tie her hair as a headband, and can also be used as a whip when necessary. The immortal rope was thrown to the end of the cliff with force, firmly tethering to the boulder on the opposite side.

I pulled it and felt like it was already tightened. She jumped and dragged the fairy rope straight over, she grabbed the fairy rope with one hand, and grabbed a rock protruding with the other, and the soles of her feet were monstrous waves, the turbid waves rolled, and suddenly a leaf on the cliff swirled and fell, and it immediately sank without suspense, sinking faster than a stone.

Gong Qianzhu swallowed her saliva, fortunately she didn't take the risk of trying to use the immortal method to drive the clouds, otherwise the end would definitely be the same as this leaf.

On the stone on the cliff where she was standing just now, there was already a slender and tall woman wearing a purple tulle dress, her snow-white back and arms exposed, so transparent and crystal that she almost wanted to emit a fine light.

She looked at Gong Qianzhu lying on the cliff opposite from a distance of more than ten zhang, and there was a trace of appreciation in her calm and waveless eyes, "It's over like this...... That's a good idea. ”

Xian'e stood respectfully behind her, "Madam, is the Soul Returning Jade really given to her like this?"

"That'...... It's up to her to do it. ”

Gong Qianzhu firmly grasped the rock, stepped on the protruding stone under her feet, and slowly climbed up, thinking that she was pampered on weekdays, where had she suffered this kind of sin, her slender fingers were worn out of the skin, and because she was too hard, her nails began to break a little, and the white fairy qi floated out from her fingers.

She endured the pain, bit her lower lip and climbed up step by step, and suddenly grabbed a stone with slippery moss, her hand slipped, and she almost fell.

The rock is steep and sharp, and from time to time it will scratch her skin and clothes, because it is already a fairy body, the body is not like a mortal flowing blood, but a stream of white fairy qi, the fairy qi keeps floating out of the wound, but the speed of healing is far less than the speed of injury, and it will not be long before the body is covered with bruises.

She gradually became a little overwhelmed, panting and looking up, she was already halfway up the climb, and if she held on a little longer, she would soon arrive.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow hovered in the sky, and the sharp birdsong resounded through the sky. Gong Qianzhu was shocked, and looked up to see a huge golden eagle spreading its wings and hovering in the sky, staring at Gong Qianzhu lying on the cliff with sharp eyes.

God, how could the golden eagle come out at this time to make trouble? This is terrible, according to the situation that she can't use the immortal method and cling to the cliff now, she will definitely have to suffer a loss.

She laughed dryly, and said with a sad face, "Brother Bird, don't you come to make trouble at this time, right? Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!"

The golden eagle ignored her, raised its huge wings, stretched out its legs, and swooped down on her.

Gong Qianzhu exclaimed, hurriedly loosened the rock, tightened the immortal rope and kicked the cliff hard, and swung to the side to dodge with his strength, and the sharp claws of the golden eagle directly smashed the rock she was lying on just now. She was frightened, but fortunately she hid quickly, otherwise she would definitely be the one who was shattered at the moment.

Seeing that its target had failed, the golden eagle let out a long roar of annoyance, its huge body almost covering the entire sky, and it swooped down towards Gong Qianzhu again, stretching out its sharp beak like a hook and pecking at her.

Gong Qianzhu struggled to swing away, her heart was not to sit still, it was better to strike first, she stepped on the edge of the protruding boulder and kicked hard, and swung to the side of the golden eagle with her strength, and the moment she passed by, she quickly hugged one of the giant wings of the golden eagle, and the other hand tied the fairy rope to her waist while the golden eagle had not yet reacted, so as not to be fanned down by the golden eagle.

The golden eagle flapped its wings vigorously, trying to shake her off.

She hurriedly hugged the golden eagle's wings and discussed with it loudly, "Brother Bird, if you don't prevent me from going up, I'll let you go, okay?"

The golden eagle is arrogant by nature, and this time it was even more annoyed and angry when she threatened her, and he raised his head to the sky angrily and let out a long roar, and the huge power on his body burst out, and Gong Qianzhu and a few feathers were shocked away by it. The golden eagle took advantage of the situation to wave its wings, and the huge golden light wave swung away, cutting the immortal rope tied to her body, Gong Qianzhu's eyes widened in horror, and she fell straight down.

The lady of the fan stood on the cliff and looked down at the scene, shaking her head helplessly.

"Madam, won't you save her?" asked Xian'e behind her.

Mrs. Zhifan shook her head and said slowly, "Everyone has their own fate, let her go." ”

"But she has nine glasses on her. Xian'e looked down with some concern.

"It's fate. Mrs. Fan stood on the cliff and looked at the sky, and between her eyebrows was a great realization that could break everything, "The destiny of heaven is difficult to disobey." ”