She washed the hairpin in the lake water, then inserted it into her hair, and buried the pickled thing under the big tree like a wind and a cloud.
Just after finishing this, she turned around and walked back.
When she returned to her room, she closed the door, cut her finger, and dripped blood on the hairpin.
The hairpin glowed brightly for a moment, and then a mist appeared in front of Hua Qingyao's eyes.
There are also bursts of elegant fragrance.
Hua Qingying felt dizzy for a while, and then was sucked in.
The body seemed to be spinning constantly in the air, and then was thrown heavily to the ground.
Waves of mud splashed up, and Hua Qinggan kept coughing, choking on the mud.
After coughing for a long time, he stood up again with his support on the ground.
The sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was very close to the ground.
Standing here, one can feel the depressing feeling.
It seemed as if the sky was about to collapse.
Everything in front of me was a vast expanse, and everywhere my eyes looked, there was that kind of yellow soil.
This place seemed to be a place without any life, she could not feel any life.
Wait, is this ghost place the legendary space
In Hua Manxue's place, it was the farmers who had money and springs, but in her place, it was the vast yellow land
What a hell!
Space and time are not the same as those of outside aristocratic families.
A day spent in space would only last half an hour outside.
Hua Qingying guessed that Mo Zhuochen should go to sword practice now. She still had plenty of time to explore this unknown place.
She kept walking forward, and as she walked, the world changed again.
The sky is no longer covered by dark clouds.
On the contrary, the sun was blazing in the sky, and there was still a continuous patch of loess on the ground. As we walked all the way, our whole body was burnt.
Hua Qingying endured it all the time and kept walking forward.
My mouth was dry, and my feet seemed to have been burned with holes, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
She continued to walk forward.
At this time, the sky and the earth were changing, and earth-shaking changes suddenly occurred.
It felt like an earthquake had occurred. Hua Qingying closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the endless yellow land seemed like a pagoda falling from the sky.
There were bursts of light, the first layer was spiritual stones, and then there were things like inheritance.
Hua Qingqing walked up to that person and stretched out her hand. Her eyes were full of doubts, but after a long time, she let go of her hand dejectedly and dropped it to her side.
That's not what she wants.
She sat down and began to read the Tao Te Ching silently.
As she slowly recited the Tao Te Ching, the pagoda in front of her collapsed within minutes.
The pagoda collapsed and disappeared with dust and ashes.
Hua Qingying looked at the Dao of colorful glazed glass that was shining brightly amidst the ashes and smoke.
A white light was also in this word, constantly jumping around, and then burst open again.
The colorful rays of light were tiny particles that kept spreading, as if they were covering the whole world.
(End of chapter)