Mo Liunian's skin could feel the wind blowing by, and Qingluan's wings spread out and manipulated the wind freely.

As Qingluan flew between the mountain peaks, Xiao Banxian found that in some places, "qi" continued to rise spontaneously.

So, Qingluan also took advantage of this updraft, flew up to a high altitude higher than the clouds in one breath, and flew on the clouds.

Up, up, up, everything is so easy.

By the time Mo Liunian was able to open his eyes, there was already a fog around him, and after shuttling in the wind for a long time, the blue bird finally had a tendency to slowly fall.

The moon came out of nowhere, a small, sickle-like curved moon, grinning, with a look of rejection from thousands of miles away.

A few dark blue clouds, wandering around it, tried to talk to it, but were refused.

So they descended, and covered the moonlit earth with a layer of mystical night mist—the previous darkness, and became indifferent.

The bright moon, which is not yet round, gradually rises high into the sky.

A transparent gray cloud, faintly obscuring the moonlight, seemed to be enveloped in a light smoke, hazy.

At this time, the clouds and mist were surprisingly quiet, surrounded by the night, and the endless clouds and mist descended from the farthest heaven to the mortal world, and Mo Liunian's heart was immersed in this ethereal, dreamlike situation, with an indescribable elegance.

Fluttering and curling, Mo Liunian is in the fog, time is in the fog, there are people who love, the mood is clear, cool as washing.

The night breeze carried a fragrance, the clouds drifted past, and a crescent moon rose into the sky.

The waves are sparkling, and a crescent moon is like water.

Just like time, no matter how powerful you are, you can't wash away the traces of sadness in the plain white era.

The white morning mist kept rolling and echoing under his feet.

The plateau is full of white mist, like a living object, expanding in its peculiar way of flowing.

Countless white mist, like countless fireflies flying around the two of them.

Under the night sky, on the Yao Pond, the sky is full of fireflies, reflected in the water, the reality on the water, the shadow under the water, the real shadow reflects each other, the real and the false are mixed, so that Mo Liunian only feels that the sky and the water are all streamers, beautiful as a fantasy.

The sea of clouds was shrouded, flashing with beams of light and shadow, and there was a feeling of returning with the wind, as if he had become a fairy.

The abundant water spirit aura gathered around her, as if white light smoke was lingering and flowing, making Mo Liunian feel that this place seemed extremely unreal.

It's a bit like in a dream, with gray fog in front of you and a thick fog behind you.

When the clouds cleared, the two of them gradually saw the situation around them clearly, and when they looked down, they saw countless huge rocks, which were stacked on top of each other, colorful and crystal clear.

"It's a pillar of heaven. "Little Half-Immortal Dao, the Blue Bird has brought them to the Heavenly Pillar.

Mo Liunian pointed to the rocks below and asked, "How are the stones here colored?"

"These are the seven-colored stones that Nuwa used to mend the heavens back then. The little half-immortal said, "It turns out that the legends are all true." According to the legend, bypassing here, you will reach the source of the aura between heaven and earth, the eye of heaven. ”

"Why did the blue bird bring us here?" Mo Liunian asked.

Xiao Banxian said: "At first, I thought this was just Ying Long's memory enchantment, but now it seems that there is not only its memory here, but also its obsession, which is so strong that it cannot be erased for thousands of years." ”

The blue bird stopped, leaned down, and after the little half-immortal and Mo Liunian both jumped down, the blue bird chirped.

The legendary Ying Long finally showed its true body, it slowly walked out of the colorful stone, its body was as big as a small hill, standing a foot away from the little half-immortal.

It stretched out its wings behind it, and there was a feeling of obscuring the sky.

The bluebird is like a pet by its side.

Ying Long opened his mouth, his voice was like a bell, and said, "Who are you?"

In front of the Ancient Divine Mansion, the little half-immortal maintained a sense of awe and said, "The villain is a member of the half-immortal family. ”

Ying Long said: "Half-immortal family, who are you?"

The little half-immortal was stunned, Chi You, he never thought that he could have anything to do with Chi You, he said: "I have never heard of this. ”

The rays of the sun, stirring in the wind. The dry grass under his feet, smiling happily and beating, was as lively as a child, but he accidentally flashed his waist and flew down halfway up the mountain. The faint fog is even more ethereal and hesitant, and it is still a little confused, like a thin, transparent white veil. Trees, like columns, stand scattered in different places, waiting for the coming spring.

She still climbed through the window, and for a moment she didn't seem to be afraid of the night. The smell of dust was still strong, she covered her lips and held back her cough, and walked alone in the dark, nothing had changed, and this pavilion was still forgotten for many years. Going up the stairs, she suddenly noticed something different, there was a wind, the flowing wind was surging gently, stirring the dust to swirl and fall, and the smell of peach blossoms was getting closer and closer.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and we were all covered with a very faint, damp and flowing mist, but from time to time it was quickly gathered and torn apart by the wind god, and then drifted forward with zigzags.

The sky is full of war, the light is changing, and the black smoke is bursting, but Xiangliu's figure is not difficult to find. He was dressed in white clothes and white hair, wearing a silver-white mask, driven by a white eagle, like a snowflake, whirling and flying in the nine heavens, every seemingly beautiful dance, but it was a cold and merciless killing.

On a summer night, the starry sky, which had just experienced a rainstorm, was as transparent as black crystal. The starlight is like scattered sands of space, shimmering with gold or silver light years away...... The lotus in the pool blooms silently, and the petals that bloom to the extreme fall slowly, returning to the black water, completing the reincarnation.

The moon had swam into the sky above the courtyard, and it was hurrying to one side, but the clouds below it were running to the other side, and the clouds had gone far, but the moon was still hanging over the courtyard.

Shen Jiangming's body was suddenly blown up to the height of a building of more than ten floors, stopped for a moment, and suddenly fell head-down. Due to the wind, the speed of the fall is fast. At the same time, the body is still spinning in circles, completely uncontrolled. "How so?!" he spun around as he desperately remembered how he had flown in his dream, and then his left and right arms spread widely, trying to stop in the air by holding on to the current.

The fog has expanded. Occupying almost half of the sky, it closed in the fog at the same time from all directions, as if something was floating like a drop of oil, and before you knew it, the fog grew wider and wider, and the breeze pushed it slowly and quietly forward.

I had some tears, paced to the window, and looked at the sky, there were cotton-wool clouds floating under the blue sky, there was no wind, and the sultry air enveloped my body, and I was a little breathless.

The white light seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the night quickly opened, and everywhere became bright. Now even the tiny foliage on the shore is clear. The starlight dimmed, thinned, vanished. The white clouds increased, and the eastern sky gradually turned purple and red. The sky turned blue. The mountains are green, and here and there are milky white smoke clouds.

The sky was dark blue and low, a few thunderbolts flashed from time to time, the gloomy clouds gathered together and piled up in the sky, the sea blew a fishy wind, the head of the demon standing on the cloud boat stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, the sea breeze blew his black hair, Ji Xiaochun looked sideways at his side face, his pupils were slightly blocked by the drooping eyelashes, he should be thinking about something.

This thought was so small that before I knew it, I had gone into a dream, and in the dream I felt that I was really a light cloud. I floated to a halt in the middle of the sky, and below me was a sea, and there was no wind at all, and the ripples on the surface of the sea rippled gently, and the cool moonlight shone on the waves, shining with strange silver flowers.

After nightfall, the clouds of white gas that came out of the conversation were like transparent flowers in the night, and the moment they bloomed with a screaming laugh, they turned into a messy dust mist in the air, and returned to the night infinitely quickly.

The clouds changed shapes, conjured into various beast forms, spread out into glades in the forest, formed other forms, and played like this until the wind gathered them into a heavy mass, and the lightning pierced them, and they had the result, pouring all the water down on the earth, and then gradually shrinking themselves to nothing

Not only is it beautiful, but it is also unique and mysterious, wide and dexterous wings, covered in a hazy black, except for a bright color in the center of the four wings

She swam from one end of the container to the other, the long corridor was like a winding path, there was no scenery, only people watching the scenery, and Su Danyun was a scenery at this moment. It flows continuously, but pretending to be quiet, with a bright wound, drifting like the wind, making all the settled dust jump in different directions.

The wind caressed the satin-like chest of the sea, and the sun warmed it with its own warm rays, and the sea was always gasping and roaring, turning the gentleness of the wind into a white mist that sprinkled the rocks and rose into the air.

The waves behind the boat will not stay for too long, and will soon calm down, which is "the boat passes through the water without a trace", but when the waves calm down, it does not seem to disappear immediately in our vision, it will always hover for a while, like the trajectory of a goshawk flying around, if you see an eagle flying for a long time, and when it escapes, it feels like it is still there to go around, in fact, there is nothing in the air, and nothing can be seen on the water.

The wind blew through the black rain clouds, rolling up billowing dust and bringing with it the smell of rain and damp earth. The moonlight dimmed, and the stars seemed to be getting dirtier; Billowing smoke and its shadow could be seen running along the edge of the avenue to somewhere behind. At this moment the whirlwind swirled, swept away the dead grass and feathers from the dust of the ground, and rose up into the sky; Wild thistles are mostly flying beside the black rain clouds, and they must be so frightened, but they cannot see anything but the light of lightning through the dusty earth.

It was a cloudy day for half a month. Gray clouds, covering the sky, no sun, no blue sky, people walking in the streets, the cold wind on the face, adding a sense of desolation.

Suddenly, the loud voice broke the silence of the evening, and the swallows perched under the eaves fluttered in surprise, and in a short time I saw a girl with a petite figure like a chipmunk blowing out of the hall in the wind, and she was dazzled with agility.

That morning, a thick white fog flowed low on the surface of the lake, and the moist clouds in the sky stretched into long thin filaments, connecting with the lake mist in the shelter of the canyon. Only the huge reddish sunrise behind the curtain of the sky was rising silently, casting beams of reddish light through the mist and slanting towards the blue water.

The rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sun reflected a halo in the mist. As the fog clears, the vision becomes clear and bright. The gloomy weather, at this moment, finally began to be soft and clear.

The trees of the garden shook like clouds in the wind. The leaves of the trees were swept up into the air by the wind, and they shone like teardrops in the moonlight and disappeared, and no one knew where they would fall.

The mist swam in the woods on both sides, and as far as the eye could see, the straight trees...