No matter how you say it, the Firmament Spirit Sword is Mo Sang's magic weapon, and it is really inappropriate to leave it in this unknown place, so Qing Huan plans to receive the Firmament Spirit Sword in the Qiankun bag, and give it to him when he sees Mo Sang again.

It just so happened that the state of the Firmament Spirit Sword was relatively weak, and it shouldn't be too fierce.

Although he had already done a good job of psychological construction, Qing Huan was still a little cautious when he approached the Qiongling Sword and intended to subdue it.

The Firmament Spirit Sword was very intelligent, saw through Qing Huan's thoughts, and struggled desperately, using the remaining strength to resist.

"Little Dome Spirit, it's not that you don't know me, and you always have such a lot of hostility towards me. Qing Huan squatted down and persuaded him with good words, "You obediently join me, and when you meet Mosang again, you can return to your master." ”

The Firmament Spirit Sword was unmoved, Qing Huan pouted and said: "How can you get such a shaft, I won't harm you, and second, I don't want to take you as my friend, besides, just your irascible temper, give it to me for nothing, and I don't want it." ”

Hearing this, the Qiongling Sword was even more unhappy, it was originally a high-spirited lord, only recognized Mo Sang, and only served Mo Sang, no one else was in its eyes, how could it allow others to dislike it.

The sword clone with flames slashed towards Qing Huan, this is the masterpiece of the Dome Spirit Sword to fight its last breath.

Xueyun Fan was in a good mood, singing all the way, flying high and far, when the fire sword stabbed at Qing Huan, it was definitely too late to rush back when it reacted.

Qing Huan was not slow to react, and dodged his body in time, but the sword clone of the Dome Spirit Sword did not stop if he did not achieve his goal, Qing Huan flashed to the left, and the sword clone stabbed to the left, and to the right, and stabbed to the right.

Even the speed of the sword clone is faster than Qing Huan's dodge speed.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab Qing Huan, something in the sky came with a roar, and in an instant, a thunderbolt fell, hitting the sword clone turned into the Qiongling Sword, and the sword clone suddenly disappeared, leaving no scum or traces, the strength was controlled very well, only the sword clone was concentrated, and Qing Huan in the vicinity was not even injured by a single hair.

Then, a second thunderbolt fell, and its power was even stronger, directly hitting the Vault Spirit Sword.

Qing Huan's face was unbearable, poor little dome spirit, almost baked alive, this time, he couldn't move at all, and he could only be slaughtered.

"Snow clouds, come back. Qing Huan quickly recalled the Snow Cloud Fan, and then received the Qiong Spirit Sword, which had completely lost its ability to resist, into the Qiankun bag.

Looking in the direction where the thunder came, with a vigilant face, she still didn't know whether the other party was friend or foe, and she couldn't take it lightly.

After two thunderbolts, the horizon returned to normal, but the place where the portal was located was different.

The previous three portals were gone, replaced by a new one.

The mana of this teleportation circle is even stronger, and what is swirling is not black, but a channel that shines brightly.

Qing Huan held the snow cloud fan in her hand, thought for a while, but still stepped in, she had no choice, no matter what it was, she needed to go and explore.

Teleportation circle, after training in the floating six dreams, she is no longer a stranger, and even the nausea caused by the rotation has been reduced a lot.

I won't be stupid enough to use spiritual power in the teleportation process to avoid confusion in the teleportation process and go to another place.

As the saying goes, experience is the best teacher.

Qing Huan couldn't help but smile, and a little smug rose in his heart, feeling that his indifferent appearance now was really great.

That proud and proud look is the same as the snow cloud fan, and I don't know who was affected by whom, maybe it's the same nature.

This teleportation formation has its own special features, it is different from what Qing Huan experienced when he was in the Six Dreams of Floating Life, like a rag, being rubbed and pulled, the space folded, and the sky spinning.

The process of teleportation was like a light boat on a quiet sea, fluttering and waveless, and other than that, the place where her eyes could reach was not dark and terrifying, but like the galaxy she had seen in the Nine Heavens, a little light and dazzling.

The brilliance is vivid, the beauty is indescribable, she can't help but indulge in it, hoping that time will stop like this, and that it will be okay for a while, so that the beauty can stay for a while.

But beautiful things are like fireworks, there are times when they shine brightly, and there are times when they are over.

Qing Huan was gently transported to a place, a place where she was in a dream, no, a place she had seen in the six dreams of the floating life.

She already felt dazzling about the teleportation circle just now, and now after landing on the ground, at a glance, her eyes were full of brilliance, compared to the previous little light, it was simply a small thing, rare, ten thousandth, one in ten million, incomparable.

The two mountain stones are colorful, Qing Huan can already recognize these yellow, green, red and blue are not simple stones, but spiritual stones containing spiritual power, different colors belong to different five element attributes, and their spiritual power is even more powerful than the middle-level spirit stones she has seen.

Thinking of her own experience in the pawn shop, the two towering spiritual stone mountains in front of her were like mountains of gold and silver in her eyes, and the wealth of this place made her smack.

In the middle of the mountain stone, you can see a temple, which is not much different from the appearance she has seen, it is composed of three palaces with the same structure style, the white marble is the base, and the verandah is surrounded by a circle of ascending verandah, under the verandah is the cloud ladder of ten thousand steps, which directly pulls up the whole temple, almost parallel to the spiritual mountain.

In the middle of the ladder, there is a red Dan Majesty, red and dazzling, dazzling and arrogant, and there are thousands of beasts carved on it.

After walking up the ladder and verandah, there are white walls and vermilion eaves, and jasper glazed tiles.

In Qing Huan's impression, in addition to these, there are strings of red lanterns hanging on the verandah at every distance of one meter, which looks very festive and reflects the red cliffs of the vermilion eaves.

But now in front of Qinghuan's eyes, in the verandah, there are not strings of lanterns, which is to remove the real sense of solidity under her feet, so that she can believe that everything in front of her is not her dream.

Qing Huan cautiously took another step, and what she stepped on was actually a road made of gold, her eyelids trembled, the owner of this place was really wealthy.

After walking a few hundred meters on the road with golden light, you can reach the square under the ten thousand steps of the cloud ladder, there are eight towering stone pillars on the square, the height is immeasurable, straight into the sky, the width needs several adults to hug to surround it.

These towering stone pillars are not unfamiliar, but they have a sense of intimacy from the bottom of their hearts.

But when she climbed the nine steps and stepped onto the square under the ladder, the world changed suddenly, and everything in front of her was turned upside down.

The spirit stone mountains on the left and right turned from brilliant to gray, with no brightness, no color, lost the spiritual power contained in it, and really turned into stone, not spirit stone.

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