On the hillside, there are green bamboos and a winding spring. A withered house is located here.


    The leaves are colorful, the clear spring flows, and the bleak wind from the bamboo forest splashes the beautiful sound of nature.


    The green stone steps are stacked with withered and yellow leaves, and the vines spreading on them are particularly green.


    Fu Qing stepped on it and made a rustling sound. Perhaps it was the footsteps or the breath that startled a will in the courtyard.


    Suddenly, the breeze blew and the fallen leaves were rolled up by the whirlwind, like a fierce dragon waking up from sleep and slowly stretching his body.


    "Pa!"


    A golden rainbow hit Jiaolong and defeated the other party''s attack. Mulan withdrew her hand and nodded to Fu Qing who turned her head.


    Fu Qing was stunned. His face was unnatural and even a little frightened, but when he saw the schadenfreude eyes of the limping man in black, he bit his teeth and tried to resist the impulse to smoke him.


    Finally, he went into the courtyard.


    The courtyard looks small, but it is vast, containing different dimensional space.


    It is still a green peak, peach blossom pond, waterfalls pouring, beauty bathing.


    Fu Qing knows that Ziyou is good at it. It''s called picture in picture.


    Qiushan, Taoyuan, beauty, waterfall, xiayun, courtyard, etc. are all sprinkled with ink.


    Fu Qing sipped at the corners of his mouth, his green robe floated, and his whole body exuded a Book breath. His eyes were vicissitudes, but revealed a touch of edge.


    Then, three groups of rare treasures burst out of their sleeves and interweaved into feather clothes, blue and pure, winding around them.


    It''s a secret skill. Keep your sleeves clean.


    He is good at wind tunnel. Any wind magic is restrained by the best wind tunnel treasures.


    The free wind multiplied by the green sky is the best of the best, and it is also the rare treasure that Ziyou ordered to catch. However, it fled to the blue sky where the military way is popular, so that Taibai shot and the sword light crossed, chasing the little bitch of free wind all the way.


    He stepped out like a breeze without goodwill, hostility or killing intention. He stepped into the hillside and saw a palace.


    The palace is luxurious and magnificent. It seems to be built from pieces of green gold. It is crystal clear and sprays a blue glow, which contains the rare treasures searched by the blue sky.


    His exclusive shrine, qingquetai, is essentially a part of this palace.


    Holy palace, qingluan hall.


    Fu Qing''s face was helpless. He turned into a rainbow and flashed into the hall.


    Then, it was the same scene, but the bathing sister broke through the double digits. The peach blossoms faded and the white and tender petals were in full bloom. It was a pear garden full of tree fragrance.


    Under a pear tree, I secretly looked at the best place for my sister, and there were several bottles of brewed wine.


    "That drunkard again, he-tui~."


    Fu Qing shook his head, graceful and arrogant.


    After admiring a pool of spring scenery reluctantly, he took a bottle of pear wine and stepped into the end of the third painting.


    A ruin that looks like it was destroyed by a thunder robbery. It is blackened all over and permeates a gloomy atmosphere.


    But on closer observation, we can see the prototype of the palace.


    Temple, ghost swing temple.


    A legendary divine skill of the thunder Lord led to the collapse of the divine palace. Although Lord Ziyou repaired the ghost palace in time, and the grade was reduced by one level, he retained the core, an ability to control the soul.


    Before leaving, Fu Qing looked at the pear garden in the distance, showed his two sleeves of breeze, and entered the fourth painting with awe in the elegant and light fragrance of pear flowers.


    In the sky, a ferocious crack opened and blood seeped.


    The earth, the bones buried in the waste land, and the dead peaks suddenly appeared in front of him.


    It was still a waterfall, bleeding, with internal organs floating on the stream, and dozens of red and pink skeletons wiping rotten skeletons with silk scarves.


    Perhaps aware of the breath of living creatures, they turned slightly, and their long dry and dirty hair floated on the blood, revealing a gloomy and strange smell.


    Fu Qing took a breath, as if a little green bird had lost its feathers and turned into a pair of winged birds, running fast.


    The pool water for raising red powder skeletons is one of the three pools, the blood pool side by side with the sword pool and wine pool.


    Although it is not true, the sea of blood is surging in Ziyou''s pen, which also has the wonderful function of half a step legend.


    Fu Qing retreated quickly because behind him were a group of beautiful skeletons climbing ashore, chasing after him like a mad dog.


    In this painting, heaven and earth, all the strong who step into it will be suppressed in an all-round way.


    "Lord Ziyou, it''s Fu Qingyou."


    With a long sigh, Fu Qing shook off his pursuers and stepped into the hillside. The white fog rolled like connecting the other side of the world.


    Misty, but in it, there is a fruit tree, rooted in the wasteland penetrated by blood and water, a list of thin old people,


    At this moment, his eyes were closed, his whole body breath converged to nothingness, and seemed to blend with the surrounding world.


    "Lord Ziyou."


    Fu Qing respectfully saluted. Although he understood that the old man in front of him, the suspected person in the painting, was not Ziyou''s body, he could at least convey the news.


    Since the three saints fought together and severely suppressed the whole organization, Ziyou kept her foundation, but lost her mind under the effect of legendary magic.


    Hearing the speech, the old man glanced at him, and a daze appeared at the bottom of his eyes, but it turned into a vortex, evolved into a battlefield, and transformed into life and death.


    "Lord Ziyou, the real water that has been kept in the soul river for a hundred years has been taken back."


    Fu Qing carefully raised his head and exuded a few drops of sweat on his forehead to report the progress.


    But seeing the old man sometimes insane and sometimes dementia, his eyes were red and his heart was bitter.


    Ordinary Ziyou, like her father, watched them grow up, inherited the inheritance of the sages, took Honglian''s will as her own responsibility, stirred up the situation and moved to five continents.


    But now, ziyoushen is hard hit, delirious, crazy, and has less time to wake up.


    Mulan and others sought treatment for him, but was rejected by the sober Ziyou, taking hegemony as the primary task.


    Not to mention, Ziyou is old and weak, and has no energy to manage. She has taken Mulan as her successor.


    "Oh, it''s hard for you."


    The old man said with a faint smile, his eyes converged on one side of the battlefield, the spirit flashed and the stars glowed.


    He patted Fu Qing on the shoulder and gently pushed his hand on the latter''s happy face.


    The white fog surged and pushed Fu Qing hundreds of meters away.


    Then, the old man''s eyes flashed a purple light.


    His figure stood tall and straight, his long frost white hair fluttered, and a wisp of smoke rose from his shoulders, neck and head.


    The green smoke curled and flowed over the sky, covering hundreds of meters and swallowing the strange blood Xia.


    Suddenly, the world in this painting was swept away with a sense of blood gas fading and gloomy evil.


    "Fortune!"


    Fu Qing opened his eyes and exclaimed.


    At the same time, his figure turned into a breeze and was attracted by a mysterious force.


    The next moment, he was caught in the white fog and sent away.


    The top of the sea of clouds.


    The soft clouds are as thick as the earth, which makes Fu Qing frown slightly.


    But soon, after he entered this picture, an immortal old man was watering a tree.


    What the watering pot ejected was a purple glow, and dense water droplets rolled on the branches and leaves.


    The tree has a thick trunk, dense branches and green leaves. The tree takes root like a dragon. In the lush forest leaves, it also bears dozens of fruits.


    However, the shapes and colors of these fruits are strange. Some are like pink peaches, charming and dripping, but a little as big as a washbasin. For example, watermelon is wrapped around rattan leaves. Some fruit shells are covered with spikes, scales and shells are all over, glittering and shining. Some fruits have no meat and skin. From the outside, a mass of jelly can be seen with small fruit cores.


    Fu Qing confirmed that this was Ziyou''s body, and restored a certain mind, and immediately cast his secret skill.


    A scarecrow jumped out, surrounded by more than a dozen small whirlwinds, and successfully performed under the operation of three top-grade treasures.


    Secret arts, recruit friends.


    "Bang!"


    The whirlwind broke up and the golden haze spewed out.


    A Golden Avenue appeared, revealing Mulan, Xiang Yu and cardinal.


    The three had already cooperated outside and trusted Fu Qing very much. After Fu Qing checked the state of Ziyou, they naturally transmitted them.


    After all, only Fu Qing has the ability to explore picture in picture.


    Every time you enter the world in a painting, the more you are suppressed. If the owner of the world in the painting is willing, no matter how ferocious you are outside, when you get inside, life and death are in his mind.


    This is only half a legend.


    Fu Qing, however, has clean arms and is not subject to any suppression. He can retain his peak combat power in painting in painting.


    Even if Fu Qingheng suffers an accident, he can collapse into the wind and be picked up by Mulan outside. A resurrection is done.


    "Oh, it''s Xiaoqing."


    Ziyou looked up, as if she knew the visitor clearly, and her eyes showed a Crystal Purple: "even the Mulan girl has come, can you use Yangguan road smoothly?"


    "Lord Ziyou, it''s lucky that you started the secret arts and let us successfully complete this operation."


    Mulan said with a smile. Her pretty face was charming and stunned Xiang Yu.


    But the three broken sternum showed that the fierce woman was not easy to flirt.


    "Yangguandao is the most suitable movement secret skill for you, and it is also a card of the organization."


    Ziyou said with a smile, "if it weren''t for the single wooden bridge, another part of this complex secret skill, which was taken away by the Yingling hall, your defense weakness would have been filled."


    "Thank you for reminding me."


    Mulan gave a cordial voice, as respectful as her elders.


    "Don''t thank me. We are equal."


    Ziyou waved his hand. Suddenly, he looked stunned: "how long have I been in a coma this time?"


    "No, why did my subconscious mind create the world in the painting and imprison myself after I fell into madness?"


    Ziyou asked herself again, and her eyes fell on a tree around her again. She wondered why she took a rare treasure and watered the tree.


    "If you look at it last time, it''s half a year." Mulan pinched her fingers and said after speculation.


    "Half a year... Is not long."


    "We still have tens of thousands of inheritors as the foundation support. The first assessment of Honglian trial should also break out."


    "The backhand left in the far north will trigger, fast for one year and slow for three years. If he hits the old enemy, he will fall there and strangle in the cradle."


    Ziyousi Weiyun turned to the extreme, and hundreds of ideas popped out of my mind. Each idea has a detailed strategic plan.


    Taking advantage of the sober stage, he transmitted his thoughts to Mulan and others through Qizhen, and asked them to carry out the next plan and take in the net.


    "By the way, what has changed about the will given by the goddess?"


    Ziyou finished watering, paced and asked.


    "For one thing, the goddess opened the trading authority, expanded the scope, allowed tens of thousands of inheritors to trade freely, and let us select the elite as fresh blood."


    Mulan calmly replied. Her beautiful eyes showed a touch of surprise, but she soon converged.


    Because Ziyou on their side is not only the strongest combat power, but also deduces cause and effect and plans everything in the world.


    Ziyou meditates for a while, closes her eyes, and when she opens her eyes again, she emits gorgeous golden light.


    He was wearing a cloud pattern robe with big sleeves, white as snow.


    The ripples on the robe surface are slightly fluctuating, which is actually a scene of beautiful mountains and rivers.


    Not only that, on the surface of the snow robe, there were rolling clouds and a rainbow light, which tore open and burst into ten thousand feet of gold.


    An eight petaled red lotus, bathed in the golden awn, sucking the morning dew and blooming.


    With a serious look on his face, his hands folded, the purple clouds gushing out of pearls burst open, and his thinking ran quickly.


    Slowly turned around, years left too many traces on his face, the only constant was the bright starlike eyes.


    He hid behind the scenes, pryed the situation on one side, made all forces fight and seek more interests for himself.


    "Can''t speculate?"


    "No, someone deliberately blocked the information."


    "The goddess''s intention seems not simple."


    Ziyou secretly grabbed a handful of lucky grass and ate it in the surprised eyes of the four people.


    "Unfortunately, my waking time is getting shorter and shorter. If there was a refining method to refine lucky grass or the best treasures, it would not cause such a waste."


    After eating the lucky grass, Ziyou raised her head and glanced at her luck.


    A torrent of Qi is vast and white. With the effect of lucky grass, Qi converges and condenses to form a purple scale monster like a bully turtle. The armor seems to be covered by the scales of countless demons. The surrounding Qi turns into drizzle and bathes around the bully turtle.


    Qizhen ninth, lucky grass.


    But lucky grass is not without disadvantages. On the contrary, the disadvantages are very serious for some professionals.


    Moreover, if you want to have a good fortune, there are many restrictions on lucky grass.


    Since the God of fate, one of the three ancient gods, angered the will of the world, it is divided into two upper gods, fate and luck.


    Fate decides life, and luck changes fate.


    Of course, the most important thing is that the God of Qi and fortune falls into the yellow sky, and the divine personality is broken. Those who are destined to get it.


    The God of disaster at the bottom of the abyss is a common demon in the abyss. Due to an accidental opportunity, he swallowed a large number of Qi and fortune treasures and ascended the throne of the demon God in the special environment of the abyss.


    The so-called rare treasure is actually a carrier carrying divine fragments (a recognized saying).


    With the help of Qiyun explosion, Ziyou explored time and transmitted a picture downstream.


    "Ten thousand horses gallop to kill, ride the dust and step into the sky."


    "Give up all your heroic bones and turn Hongqiao into blood."