Qin Rong stared at the crystalline dewdrops condensed on the lotus-shaped leaves. After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything unusual.

A trace of coldness appeared on Qin Rong's face, and a layer of frost hung up, and he didn't stop doing it. The slender fingertips flashed red, turning into thousands of white and fat weird insects, with their black mouths open, and pounced on the cold beard grass.

Sizzle, rustle. After a burst of chewing and gnawing sounds, hundreds of feet of dense forest medicine fields disappeared, leaving only a layer of black, shiny soil. It's as if plants have never grown in this black soil.

Qin Rong pursed his lips in satisfaction, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waved his hand to withdraw the white strange insect. The strange insect seemed to have eaten too much, and it was fatter than before, twisting its fat and round body stiffly, and slowly flew over.

When a strange insect flew close to Qin Rong, it turned into a wisp of clear air, and the moment it disappeared, Qin Rong's body made a clicking sound, and the thick ice skate instantly froze Qin Rong into a jade girl ice sculpture. A blazing ball of true qi rose in Qin Rong's Danhai, turning into a net of fire to envelop the cold qi that invaded the Danhai.

The ice outside Qin Rong's body made several crisp popping sounds, turning into a piece of clear air and rising into the sky. Just a breath, the top of Qin Rong's head was covered with clouds, the sky became dark, and the gloom suppressed the entire mountain forest, like a naughty elf, playing with the clouds mischievously.

The sky was gray and very cold, so cold that Qin Rong tightened his black clothes and shrunk his shoulders a few times. Teeth chattering. Qin Rong couldn't care about the embarrassment, patted the holy bag in a panic, took out a five-colored branch and threw it at the hundreds of strange insects flying over. The branches of the tree grow into a towering tree. Hundreds of strange insects hissed and fell into the trees as if they had found a home. Strangely, these strange insects did not eat the leaves, but crawled between the branches and leaves, closed their eyes, and snored.

Qin Rong gently patted his round chest and spit out a breath of soft silk. "This Hanshu Flower is too domineering, if it weren't for the quick shot. The second coriander flies out, and it will definitely freeze itself for several days."

Qin Rong's restrained divine sense peeked at the fire net in the Danhai, and the cicada that had just been inhaled in the Danhai was still wrapped in the true fire formed by the true qi, crackling and refining. Qin Rong looked at the dark clouds on his head with a look of hope, but he didn't expect the cold air of this cold beard grass to have such an effect. Qin Rong glanced at the five-colored tree.

In the past, after the cicada gnawed, it would frolic on the Wuwu branch for several hours, but I didn't expect that after eating the cold beard grass this time, it would be so quiet and fall asleep in a coma.

A round crystal bead on a branch of Zhewu. Hidden under the belly of a fat coriander, only a little bit of crystal light shines through from under the fat fur that it has provoked. In a flash, a large human eye emerged from the fur, and the bones kept spinning, and swept around with playfulness.

After a few sweeps, he vigilantly stretched out a white finger and picked the white insect hair a few times, blocking the shining halo slit.

After Qin Rong looked around, he put the Zhewu branch into the holy bag. A flash of light vanished from the airspace.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the flowers bloom proudly, the yellow ones shine with golden light, and the red ones are like flames. The white ones were as clear as snow, the pink ones were as brilliant as the glow, and the suffocating fragrance of flowers intoxicated the whole valley.

In the center of the valley where the flowers were fragrant, a large array of crystal shadows flickered a few times before disappearing. The Hall of Ten Thousand Flowers disappeared in the crystal shadow, and only the flowers in the entire valley moved in the wind, and the rich fragrance of flowers swallowed the entire valley into the sea of flowers.

Inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Flowers. Qin Rong was busy in a chest-length black dress, his frosty face had already changed into a stunning smile, humming an unknown tune, shuttling back and forth between several crystal rooms. After a while, a miniature model was proposed, and a true qi was played, and the white light of the model shook, turning into a wide altar. After a while, he brought out some altars and jars and put them on the altar. Several different colored hedrons were even removed from a crystal chamber and placed under the altar.

Qin Rong flew around like a swallow, and in a beautiful clean key, there were sometimes one or two giggles mixed in. Running east and west, the work that was originally done by the maid and the disciple was almost completed in a blink of an eye in Qin Rong's happy mood.

Although the main hall was surrounded by happiness, in one corner of the main hall, the holy body of a holy woman fell to the ground, and the holy body had been divided into two, and the ground was covered with slimy bloodstains, covering half of the corner.

Inside Qin Rong's holy bag, there was a vast space, and the airspace was unimaginably wide. A sycamore branch was suspended in the airspace, the colorful leaves shone with colorful light in the not dim light, and hundreds of cicadas reflected white light in the light, snoring motionless and sleeping.

The white fluff under a coriander moved, opened a big hair slit, and two pairs of big black and shiny eyes emerged from the hair slit, and the ghosts looked around for a long time. Xiu Nen's small nose kept tendoning, and her whole face changed a few times, with a small red lips. Sneezed, sneezed, sneezed several times in a row.

In a flash of crystal light, a little elf with a round head and big eyes appeared on the red leaves on the edge of the cicada, stretched out his snow-white hand and rubbed it twice on the small nose, crossed his waist and stared around with big eyes. It turned out that Bing Jiu didn't know when Lu Dao ran here.

Whoosh, Bing Jiu looked at it for a while, turned into a cold breath, shuttling through the Zhewu tree, whining, the cold wind blew, blowing the colorful leaves whining and swirling, one by one the snoring cicadas, struggling to open their heavy eyelids, open and close, close and open.

When the chilling breath hit the body of the cicada, the originally lazy cleverness of the cicada opened his eyes wide, and the big black and bright copper bell eyes almost occupied the entire coriander head, and he looked around in surprise with his head propped up.

The cold air stopped violently, and the big-eyed Bing Jiu stopped on the body of a large coriander at the back. Bang, Bing Jiu waved his snow-white little hand and slapped the sleeping coriander fiercely.

As if awakened by a stick, the cicada opened its eyes violently, let out a squeaky chirp, and half of its body fell up. Staring at the black bell-like eyes, grinning black teeth, and glaring angrily.

Teng, Bing Jiu jumped in front of the big eyes of the two black bells, stretched out his pointed fingers, and clicked on each of them. Squeak, angry cicadas roared, rushed into the empty airspace, flipped and tossed. It seemed like he was going to throw Bing Jiu off his body.

After tossing for a long time, the cicada was just about to open its eyes, snapping, and two more sounds, the cicada rolled again, like a curly flower weaving its body, and its originally fat body became slender and long, coiling like a snake. The black teeth clattered on the body, and the slender tail tip twitched back and forth on the head and body.

After struggling and sucking a few times, the coriander opened his eyes again, and whoosh, a black pupil a hundred times smaller than the coriander's eyes, pressed against the black bell of the coriander, and the two small pupils immediately joined together. After staring at half a cup of tea, the slender body of the cicada slowly shrank back, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into an inch-long cicada treasure.

Bing Jiu flickered, appeared on the body of the cicada baby, and pulled the white fluff that was about the same height as himself. The baby cicada spun in the air and flew towards the Zhewu branch.

As soon as the baby coriander stopped in front of the sycamore, all the cicadas watching the play turned into inch-long cicadas, and flew behind the baby cicada with a brush, forming a long cicada formation.

Bing Jiu grinned and raised his little tail, standing on the body of the cicada baby, shaking his body slightly, Bing Jiu grew up a little, like a big-headed mini doll sitting on a white blanket. With a wave of the snow-white jade-like hand, the sycamore branch turned into a mini twig and fell into Bing Jiu's hand.

Bing Jiu giggled, raised the Zhewu branch, and pumped towards the baby coriander, and five rays of light rose into the air, turning into a multicolored light whip and slapping on the baby coriander. The baby cicada neighed like a horse, turning into a white light and flying into the sky. Then hundreds of white rays of light flew into the air and vanished.

After a few inhales, in a space overflowing with cold fragrance, the figure of white light retreating. Bing Jiu sat on the velvet carpet, his little hands on his big head, and looked at the fifteen huge Hanbeard flowers with a playful expression.

He muttered. "This is my cold flower".

As he spoke, Bing Jiu played a series of tricks to the Hanshu Flower. The cold beard flower turned into a small pink flower and flew towards Bingjiu.

Bing Jiu put the pink flowers one by one on the velvet carpet. He patted his little hand and thought about it with his big head. Bing Jiu didn't have a holy bag, and he was a little embarrassed to look at the ten cold beard flowers. Bing Jiu pouted his mouth high, and his big eyes kept spinning.

Suddenly, the big black eyes smiled and became fascinated. The snow-white little hand picked up a cold beard flower and sniffed it. One by one, the little hands danced up and down, and in a blink of an eye, a pink wreath was made. Bing Jiu took the garland and looked at it with a smile, holding it with both hands and clasping it on the big head. Shaking his head, the garland seemed to be a little bigger. Bing Jiu turned the garland a few times, the big head was a little smaller, and the pink wreath was just tightly fastened on the jet-black hair.

Bing Jiu stared at Lu Shang with big eyes for a long time, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything. Whoosh, Bing Jiu flew in front of the black bell eyes of the baby cicada. A delicate face with a garland of flowers appears in the shadow of black pupils. Bing Jiule turned countless circles in the air, like a happy angel, playing for himself.

Bing Jiu wore a garland, and after dancing for a long time, he flew back to the body of the baby cicada with a satisfied smile, pulled a stack of white hairs, picked up the Zhewu branch, and waved it gently, the colorful glow flew, and hundreds of coriander cicadas that were waiting for them turned into a white rainbow and flew away.

Next, Bing Jiu found that this space was simply a big treasure trove, with all kinds of crystal beads, strange crystals, strange armor, and all kinds of weapons. They were all sacred relics that I had never seen before.

Bing Jiu was not greedy either, he collected hundreds of crystal beads, found a whip-like rope, and made a crystal bead chain to wear around his neck where he couldn't see it. I picked the best armor, chose the most beautiful pair of boots, looked at the strange weapons for a long time, and didn't find a decent weapon, so I had to find a few of the strangest things to hang on my waist.

After looking at the strange spars, after thinking about them, he set the strange spars on his belt. Again driving the cicada baby in the airspace leisurely. I don't know how long it has been, in this airspace, as long as it is something that Bing Jiu thinks is beautiful, he wears it on his body. As for what these things are for, Bing Jiu doesn't know what to do, she just thinks it's good-looking. (To be continued......)