in a wooden house.

She had swept countless times with her spiritual power, and there seemed to be the smell of another person in the room.

The morning smoke fairy was neatly dressed and sat on the futon, and there was a portrait of a person hanging in front of the futon, not Dongyang Bo.

Originally, according to the requirements of the exercises, she must now immediately retreat into meditation, and use the evil gong and this person Yuan Yang to seek a chance to break through.

But she kept sitting like this, her eyes were confused, her unfocused gaze fell on the portrait, her expression was a little weird, as if she was struggling with something, and finally muttered to the portrait: "Master, the apprentice cultivates evil skills and harms innocent people...... Did you do something wrong?"

The portrait is a dead thing, so naturally it will not give her an answer.

There was silence in the cabin.

After a moment, the Morning Smoke Fairy suddenly straightened up, and the confusion dissipated, with a determined expression.

She suddenly spread out her palm, and in the palm of her hand were a dozen silver needles as thin as hair.

'Wow!'

With the wave of the morning smoke fairy's palm, those silver needles suddenly dispersed, the cold light on the silver needles flashed, the tips of the needles exuded a trace of coldness, and the temperature in the wooden house also dropped sharply.

These silver needles hung in the air, pointing to various acupuncture points on her body, with the most acupuncture points on her head.

Then, the palm of the morning smoke fairy changed, and a series of mysterious runes fell on the silver needle, only to see that the silver needle became more and more crystal clear, and the runes on it flowed, which was extremely mysterious.

'Xiu Xiu ......'

One by one, the silver needles fell on her, piercing deeply into the acupuncture points, she was still expressionless, as if she didn't feel the slightest pain, when the last silver needle fell on the top of her head, about to pierce into the Baihui acupoint, the morning smoke fairy suddenly hesitated, as if remembering something.

The silver needle hovered above her head, unable to move in.

The morning smoke fairy flicked his fingers, and a spiritual power turned into a piece of paper in front of him, and then the paper automatically folded into a paper crane.

In the dark wooden house, the paper crane flapped its wings, sprinkled a little stardust, and flew around the morning smoke fairy, emitting a crisp crane chirping, as if it was grateful for its creator, and it was extremely happy.

Seeing the naughty paper crane, the morning smoke fairy, who had always been expressionless, suddenly smiled, nodded on the top of the paper crane's head in disgust, and whispered a few words in its ear silently.

A moment later, the crane flew out of the lattice with a soft cry on the folded head.

......

The top of Shaohua Mountain.

The steep single peak almost pierced into the Nine Heavens Gangfeng, and the snow was white.

The top of the mountain is the place where the spiritual veins of Shaohua Mountain converge, and the aura is rich to the extreme, but at the top of the snow-capped mountain, there is only one cave, which is the retreat place of Dongyang Bo, the ancestor of Shaohua Mountain.

Except for the constant howling of the cold wind, there was no noise on the top of the mountain, and the disciples of Shaohua Mountain would never dare to come here to disturb the patriarch.

Suddenly, a little starlight flew in the distant sky, and in the starlight was a palm-sized paper crane, trying to fly in front of the cave in the wind, the door of the cave opened silently, and a big hand made of spiritual power detained the paper crane inside.

In the cave.

Dongyang Bo crushed the paper crane and laughed.

......

As soon as Qin Sang walked out of the wooden house, the scenery in front of him changed abruptly, and he was moved out of the island without any resistance.

Then he saw the clouds rising on the island, and in the blink of an eye, the entire island was covered, and there was a flickering light in the clouds, and finally the entire island completely disappeared from Qin Sang's field of vision.

In the same place, only the faint water waves remained, and the island was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Sang knew that it was the owner of the island who had opened the Great Array, and this cave would be completely closed.

He saw his current appearance from the lake under his feet, dozens of years older than before, and couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.

Last night's spring light was definitely not beautiful, and what he remembered most now was only the last helplessness and fear, and the vitality in his body poured out like a, and he could only watch dryly, without the power to resist.

Fortunately, the other party's subordinates showed mercy, took the initiative to stop when the jade liquid was about to run out, and helped him lock Yuanyang with his backhand and stabilize the jade ding.

Cultivation is in jeopardy, but there is still a chance to make amends.

Feeling the little spiritual power left in his sea of qi, as well as the feeling of weakness that was everywhere in his body, Qin Sang reluctantly condensed his spiritual power, and was about to urge the Flying Sky Shuttle to find an uninhabited desert island and refine the Jiuyang Pill.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the flying boat appeared out of nowhere and hovered in front of him.

Qin Sang's complexion changed slightly.

Last night, he found out that Ma Bezhen was replaced by the morning smoke fairy, and he realized that there must be something greasy in this, and even the head of the house didn't know the inside story, as the only person in the know, would he be killed?

The Morning Smoke Fairy is a high-ranking monk who is about to get married, and he can wipe him out with a single finger, and in the end, not only did he not kill him, but he kept his promise and did not completely destroy his foundation.

If you want to extinguish your mouth, you don't have to go to such great lengths to make Qin Sang feel at ease, but he still doesn't dare to gamble with his life. He originally planned to find a place to take the Jiuyang Pill first to stabilize the sea of qi, and then return to his cave mansion as fast as possible, so as to retreat and do penance, or simply escape far away and wait and see for a while before making a decision.

But he didn't expect that Feizhou had been waiting outside the island, and with his current state, he couldn't run away, so he didn't want to think about it.

Embark on a flying boat and return to Shaohua Mountain.

The flying boat put him in the cave house before he left.

Master Yu was like a cat smelling a fishy smell, and then he came with a sword, and when he saw Qin Sang's face, he was taken aback, and said urgently: "Senior Brother Qin, don't hurry up and refine the Jiuyang Pill!"

Qin Sang was suspicious in his heart, his eyes swept around the face of Master Yu, and seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, the heart that he had always carried fell, and he was not in the mood to greet him anymore, and said in a weak voice: "It's rude." ”

Then he plunged into the cave and took out the Jiuyang Pill and swallowed it in his stomach.

When the pill entered the abdomen, it immediately turned into a gentle stream of heat, rushing from the throat to the sea of qi, and the empty vitality in the body was replenished by the Jiuyang Danyang Qi, and it was recovering rapidly, and the slightest medicinal power flowed into the whole body, and the ubiquitous weakness gradually improved.

As his vitality recovered, his appearance naturally returned to the way he was when he was younger.

And the sea of qi, which had been on the verge of collapse, was also slowly running at this time, and the aura in the cave was attracted and gathered around Qin Sang.

Feeling that his cultivation was slowly recovering, Qin Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't feel anything unusual about his Yuan Shen, it can be seen that the Jade Buddha helped him avoid the biggest hidden danger of the furnace, and the only worry was that the cultivation that finally broke through the foundation would fall.

Fortunately, Jiuyang Dan did not disappoint him, and the sea of qi recovered faster and faster until his spiritual power was full.

Qin Sang sighed secretly.

The miracle he was hoping for didn't happen, and now his qi sea had shrunk by more than one percent compared to before.

If he can't recover, he will always have one percent less spiritual power than the monks of the same realm, which determines that when fighting with the monks of the same realm in the future, he must not fall into the situation of competing for spiritual power.