Seeing this, Gu Qingxi was helpless.
She could see that the power of Su Qinglan's sword was only at the early stage of the Golden Core, and she didn't know whether it was because she was too seriously injured just now, or because of the side effects of her innate magical power.
With just this little sword power, with her strength, she could poke her into the sky with just one finger.
But at this time, her consciousness was completely suppressed, her spiritual power was like ice, and she couldn't even move her fingers. Not to mention a sword in the early stage of the Golden Core, even if it was in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment, it could easily destroy her Dantian spiritual roots.
It seems that this time she can only self-destruct one Golden Core.
At this time, Su Qinglan only had the strength of the early stage of the Golden Core, and it was absolutely impossible for her to withstand the power of her Golden Core self-destruction. As long as Su Qinglan was injured, the innate magical power that suppressed her consciousness would naturally break.
It's a pity that she only needs the last kind of spiritual crystal to break the backlash of the forbidden technique and ascend to the God of Transformation. I don't know if self-destructing a Golden Core will cause her cultivation to decline?
If it declines, I'm afraid that even if I find that kind of spiritual crystal, I can't break the backlash of the forbidden technique, so I can only wait a few more years. Gu Qingxi wanted to smile bitterly, but unfortunately she couldn't.
At this moment, a ball of white mist suddenly floated out from her heart.
Isn't this the mirage spirit that the little mirage demon gave her? How did it get out?
Before Gu Qingxi could figure out what was going on, her eyes suddenly darkened, and then suddenly brightened.
The valley was still the same valley, with the deep spiritual pond, the steaming spiritual mist, and the towering rocks. It seemed that there was no change, but there was a young man in the valley.
"Third Brother!" Gu Qingxi was surprised and happy.
The young man had an upright figure, sword eyebrows, star eyes and a beautiful face. Wasn't it the third brother Long Qianli?
But soon, she found that she had recognized the wrong person. At first glance, the young man seemed to look exactly like Long Qianli, but at another glance, you would find that the two looked completely different.
It felt like a character in a dream. You knew it was him, but he didn't look like him, or he looked like him, but you knew it wasn't him.
In short, it was very unreal and dreamy.
Oh, right, dreams, mirages. Gu Qingxi was vaguely aware of something.
Across from her, Su Qinglan stared at the man in a daze, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief, her body trembling slightly.
"Zhiyun, is that you, is it really you?" After a long time, Su Qinglan asked with a dazed look.
"Qinglan, I'm back." The man named Zhiyun said softly.
"Zhiyun, it's really you, you're finally back!" The long sword in Su Qinglan's hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
"I'm sorry, I made you wait for so many years." Zhiyun walked slowly in front of her, staring at her deeply, his eyes full of tenderness.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you still remember me, I'm willing to wait for a thousand years, ten thousand years." Su Qinglan said infatuatedly, two lines of tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls.
"How could I forget you? Look, this is the Taiyi Spirit Tea that I brought to you specially.
This tea needs to be picked at dawn every day, before the Cold Dew has gone but before the sun rises, and then fried with the power of the moonlight after midnight. It took me several years to learn it.
Qinglan, try it and see if you like it?" Zhiyun waved his sleeves, and a coffee table appeared in front of him. On it was a set of exquisite tea sets. Two teacups were filled with clear green spiritual tea, still steaming.
Zhiyun leaned over and picked up a cup of spiritual tea and handed it to Su Qinglan.
His eyes were full of expectation, tenderness, care and consideration, but also a little nervous and uneasy.
"I like it. I like everything you bring me." Su Qinglan picked up the teacup and took a sip, her eyes slightly closed, curved upward like a crescent moon, and her intoxicated and sweet smile seemed to melt.
Seeing this tender and sweet scene, Xiao Yutang, Zhu Hongyuan and others felt weird, but they couldn't help but immerse themselves in it, as if they were about to melt in Su Qinglan's sweet smile and Zhiyun's love.
But Gu Qingxi and Murongyi widened their eyes: What the hell is this?
Just now, when she saw the mirage spirit spirit given to her by the little mirage demon floating out, and then saw the man who looked like the third brother, Gu Qingxi roughly guessed what was going on.
In order to break Su Qinglan's soul suppression, the best way is to disrupt her consciousness, and this is also the most powerful innate magical power of the mirage demon. If I guessed correctly, the mirage spirit spirit given to Gu Qingxi by the little mirage demon sealed this innate magical power.
But if you want to disrupt the consciousness, just disrupt the consciousness, why are you doing this again?
Luo Yunshang is a female cultivator. Although picking and frying tea leaves is a bit hard, imagine her beautiful and refined face, imagine her graceful figure, and you will feel that she is like a fairy.
But a grown man gets up before dawn to pick tea leaves, and runs to fry tea leaves under the moonlight in the middle of the night. Don’t you think it is a bit inconsistent?
And Zhiyun’s gentle eyes are full of expectation, care and consideration, but also nervous and uneasy. If you haven’t seen Luo Yunshang disguised by the little mirage demon with spiritual consciousness, it’s okay. If you have seen it, you will find that the two are exactly the same. No matter
how you look at it, she looks like a young wife who has just entered the door and wants to please her husband.
It’s okay to have the same eyes, but why are there no differences even when holding the spiritual tea with the orchid finger slightly raised.
Please, which man have you seen with such eyes, which man will raise the orchid finger like this?
Gu Qingxi and Murong Yi both felt a chill, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Gu Qingxi even wondered if she could let Little Mirage read some melodramatic romance novels in the future to help Little Mirage learn and improve herself.
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