Chapter 389 She Cried Without Crying 4

The vegetation of each mountain peak is the same color, looking down from a high altitude.

I saw red like fire, orange like clouds, blue like daisy, purple like satin...

Every mountain peak seems to have a faint mist of the same color as the mountain peak, converging towards the eighth peak in the middle. Obviously, this is how the colorful clouds on the eighth peak come from.

This is the uncanny workmanship of nature, and it is also the place where everyone on this continent turns pale.

Although Gu Xijiu had heard Rong Jialuo talk about the topography here, it was still shocking to see it with her own eyes, especially when she saw the eighth peak!

Her heart was beating violently, like shock or something else, this emotion could not even be analyzed by herself.

Yun Qingluo was also shocked, and stared down with twinkling eyes: "Lord Tianshi, is the mist coming out of that yellow mountain a poisonous miasma?"

Di Fuyi's voice was indifferent: "You guess?"

Yun Qingluo: "..."

Gu Xijiu curled her lips slightly. This celestial master was obviously trying to keep secrets, or it could be said that the heavenly secrets should not be revealed...

"I guess it's miasma." Yun Qingluo replied, then turned to Gu Xijiu again: "Miss Gu, what do you think?"

Gu Xijiu looked down, pondered for a while and said, "Maybe it's not the miasma, but the essence of the mountain. The essence of the seven peaks is concentrated to the eighth peak."

"Essence of the Seven Peaks? Isn't it? Other peaks don't have fog, only the fifth peak has yellow peaks." Yun Qingluo said.

Gu Xijiu frowned.

Only on the yellow peaks? How did she see the other peaks?

She took another look, and then she saw more clearly, every mountain peak had mist steaming outwards. Moreover, the form of mist transpired from each mountain peak is different.

When she saw the shape of the mist clearly, her heart skipped a beat.

Red is like a vermilion bird, purple is like a dragon, orange is like a tiger, yellow is like a turtle, and cyan is like a dragon...the list goes on and on.

This kind of mist is by no means a miasma, but somewhat like the spirit of a beast.

Could it be that these seven peaks were transformed by ancient mythical beasts? The steaming mist seems to be the aura from them.

She was thinking about it, but Yun Qingluo seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled apologetically at Gu Xijiu: "Miss Gu, I forgot that you are not a disciple granted by heaven, so you can't see the fog at all."

Gu Xijiu raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Yun Qingluo said: "I heard from my father that the eight peaks in the dark forest have spiritual energy, but only the disciples of heaven can see it, ordinary people can't see it. Even the disciples of Shengzun are no exception, I forgot for a while I shouldn't be discussing this with you."

She turned her head and asked Di Fuyi: "Master Zuo Tianshi, is Qing Luo right?"

Di Fuyi's eyes fell on Gu Xijiu, "How many auras of mountain peaks did you see?"

His eyes were deep, and he stared at her closely, as if he was very nervous about her answer.

Gu Xijiu's heart skipped a beat: "How many things did Master Zuo see?"

"This seat is asking you!"

Gu Xijiu smiled, but her words were sharp: "If you ask me, I must answer?"

Di Fuyi: "..." He forgot that this little girl is a little hedgehog, the more she is pushed, the easier it is to stick up her spikes.

"I can see everything." Di Fuyi finally answered her, and then asked: "What about you?"

Gu Xijiu pursed her lips: "I can't see a single one." Before the other party could speak, she added: "I guessed what I just said based on what Miss Yun said."

She always felt that there was something mysterious about it, and her current strength was too weak, it was not suitable for people to notice that she was different...