Looks like mana works!

Yan Wan'er was overjoyed, looked inward, and found that at the place of her dantian, the faint crescent moon was no longer rioting, and had quieted down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Yan Wan'er was in Emperor Ling's Immortal Court, there was no spiritual root in the immortal arts she cultivated. Because there was no attack weapon, Yan Wan'er directly pinched the immortal binding technique.

Suddenly, the dense fog in mid-air with a radius of ten miles suddenly turned into a substantial-like silk net, and from all directions, it shrouded the black Jiao like lightning.

At the same time, hundreds of icicles shot out from the surface of the sea, approaching the head and seven inches of the black jiao.

Although Heijiao is fierce by nature, it has never seen such a battle since it has cultivated. It was already unenlightened, and it was stunned on the spot.

"Be merciful!" a scorching voice sounded, and a blue shadow flashed.

"Girl, please be merciful!" The fog suddenly dissipated, and Qingying appeared, and it was actually a white-haired old woman.

Yan Wan'er had already suspected that there was a formation here, but she was not surprised to see the dense fog suddenly dissipate at this time.

smiled faintly and said, "Mother-in-law, you raised this black Jiao, right?"

She didn't plan to do anything with Heijiao, she just took the opportunity to lure out Heijiao's owner.

"I didn't expect to meet a colleague in my old life. The white-haired old woman did not reply, and her drooping eyes flashed with a clear light.

As if thinking of something, there was a little more smile on his pale face,

"It seems that it is also the creation of this black Jiao. ”

When the fog cleared, the island in front of me revealed its true face—it was actually a small island floating above the sea.

The island is lush with lush vegetation and countless birds singing in the woods. It adds a bit of life to this quiet island.

Not far away, a wooden house is half-hidden in a few clusters of bamboo forests, a simple stone pavilion stands quietly next to the wooden house, under the pavilion there is a bluestone round table, two bluestone square benches. And there was an antique piano on the bluestone round table, which reminded Yan Wan'er that when Zhang Gang said that he inadvertently broke in last time, he heard the sound of a piano faintly.

It seems that the fairy island that Zhang Gang said is indeed here!

"The humble house is shabby, which makes the girl laugh. The white-haired old woman led Yan Wan'er to the wooden house, although her words were humble, she still had a pleasant look on her face.

As for the unconscious Zhang Gang and the fishing boat, Yan Wan'er just made a few strange gestures before leaving, and then fixed the person and the boat under the island, and did not move.

What seems to outsiders to be a strange action is actually a simplified version of the Soul Fixing Immortal Urn.

Originally, the talisman needed special yellow paper and cinnabar to draw. However, for Yan Wan'er, who had already achieved the way of the talisman, between the jade fingers flying up and down, she had already injected the aura into the talisman of the virtual painting. But in the blink of an eye, you can draw any talisman you want.

"Mother-in-law, you ...... Have you ever seen an immortal?" The white-haired old woman in front of her was full of old age, and there was no fairy aura on her body. Yan Wan'er knew in her heart that this old woman could not be an immortal, judging from the faint aura fluctuations on the white-haired old woman's body, she was at most a cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Period.

Spiritually Transformed Monks, strictly speaking, haven't even really set foot in the door of cultivation.

"Immortals?" the white-haired old woman smiled wryly and said, "This place has long been reduced to the mortal realm, where are there any immortals." Even the monks have been gone for a hundred years. ”

"Then why don't you leave? A hundred years ago, you should have been very young!" "The spiritual energy on the earth is thin, and the monks can't use it for cultivation at all, otherwise once the remaining spiritual energy is refined, then all the mortals on the earth will be suffocated to death.

That should be the reason why the monks left.

The white-haired old woman in front of her had obviously not cultivated for decades, and as a monk, she would rather stay on the earth abandoned by the monks, why was this?

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