Mi Xin'er's face suddenly became flushed like a fire, and her expression became hesitant.

Han Qing's method was to carve the formation on his body, and then use spirit stones to integrate into the formation eye to simulate the operation of spiritual power in his body.

She was not afraid of the pain of her body being cut and buried in the spirit stone, what she was afraid of was that her body would be left to Han Qing to do it, and there were two array eyes, but they were in the chest.

"If you don't want to, then give up." Han Qing saw that Mi Xin'er was hesitant and said coldly.

"I, I'm willing to ......," Mi Xin'er said through gritted silver teeth.

If it had been before, even if she died, she would never have agreed.

But now, her body is up and down, and she has long been seen by Han Qing.

And after experiencing that heart-wrenching loneliness and despair, she was so terrified of that feeling that she never wanted to experience it a second time.

Han Qing's expression was indifferent, and he did something on Mi Xin'er, as if he were himself, cutting open nine places in her body and burying the spirit stone.

It didn't take long for Mi Xin'er, under Han Qing's guidance, to also begin to use the simulated sea of qi to recover some of her strength.

Mi Xin'er was extremely excited, and tears were about to fall.

Only those who have lost can experience the joy of regaining what they have lost.

Mi Xin'er finally opened the Sumeru Ring and took out spare clothes from it to put on.

However, she felt that her realm had only recovered to the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and then stopped.

But Han Qing has recovered to the Yuan Infant Realm.

"Why do I only have to build a foundation?" Mi Xin'er couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you count? To ask such a retarded question." Han Qing replied coldly.

Mi Xin'er was stunned for a moment and didn't ask any more.

This question is indeed a bit mentally retarded, how can he let her also return to the Yuan Infant Realm.

If it were me, I would never do such a stupid thing.

At this time, Mi Xin'er handed over a wisp of origin to Han Qing.

After Han Qing got it, he immediately released a wisp of black smoke.

There was only a wisp of black smoke, but it had an extremely eerie aura.

However, when this wisp of black smoke and Mi Xin'er's origin power met, it immediately became much weaker.

Although this wisp of black smoke still makes an instinctive devouring attack, it is obviously not as good as before.

Han Qing's eyes lit up, revealing a look of joy.

When he meditated under the dark clouds before, he found that the energy fluctuations of the dark clouds were similar to the spiritual power fluctuations of Mi Xin'er.

And he heard that the Tianjiao of the three clans and five factions will be sent to the Ghost Sect for refining.

So, he came up with a solution.

As long as it can be determined that Mi Xin'er's origin can weaken the energy of this dark cloud, then there is a way to get out.

That is, let Mi Xin'er inject the origin into the spirit stone of the array, then the spiritual light emitted by the large array can be maintained for a longer period of time.

Then, he will have time to lay out another large array, the large array and the large array will be continuous, and the spiritual light channel will also be continuous, so he will be able to go out.

So, Han Qing took out a bunch of mountain-like spirit stones, piled them in front of Mi Xin'er, and said, "You have poured your origin into these spirit stones."

"With so many spirit stones, it takes a lot of time, you must know that the origin cannot be restored with spirit stones." Mi Xin'er said.

"Of course I do, and I'll give you plenty of time." Han Qing said lightly.

"Yes, but I want to know what's going on up there." Mi Xin'er gritted her teeth and said.

"You can see for yourself, but if you break through, it is inevitable that you will be crushed to pieces." Han Qing said lightly.

Mi Xin'er used a flying magic weapon and rushed directly into the air.

After a while, she came down from above, her expression gloomy.

"Die, die, start working." Han Qingdao.

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