In the dim cave mansion, He Miaomiao sat quietly, and the breath on his body was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it was at the critical juncture of the breakthrough.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied around her waist by a black hairband, and only a few strands fell down her cheeks to her shoulders, adding a little softness to her solemn face.

A pair of willow eyebrows were furrowed, the eyes were slightly closed, the corners of the eyes were slightly upturned, and a small tear mole was very conspicuous on the white jade-like skin.

On the tip of the small and upturned nose, there were a few beads of crystal sweat, and his lips were pursed, as if he was enduring some pain.

It has been two and a half years since she came to Liyang City, and He Miaomiao, who is fifty out of twenty, looks like a girl of eighteen or nineteen, with a delicate little face that has grown completely, but there is a hint of mature charm.

But this coquettishness was diluted by the vigor and heroism of the expression, and at a glance it was clear that it was a monk with a firm mind and a decisive killing, not a delicate and timid weak woman.

The wide black gauze robe was windless in the cave, like smoke and mist shrouding the beautiful figure, revealing only a slender white neck and a pair of slender hands.

As her brows tightened, the aura around her became more and more chaotic, rushing towards her like flowing water.

The speed of the aura gathering was extremely fast, and the cave seemed to be about to drip out of the spiritual liquid, but it was only a moment, and the rich aura was all swept into her body, and if you looked closely with her divine sense, there was a hidden vortex!

He Miaomiao only felt that the meridians in her body were swollen and painful, the dantian was agitated like thunder, and the gold, red, green, and yellow spiritual power drove the external spiritual energy to run continuously, slowly and heavily, and it seemed that every inch of progress had to break through the great obstacles.

There was no pain in her body, and her aura continued to enter her body, but the speed of refining was very slow.

The meridians were constantly being squeezed and widened, and when they thought they had been stretched to the limit, they were opened up again, and after the sharp pain like tearing, there was spiritual power to naturally restore them.

In this kind of dire but no danger of pain, a large amount of spiritual energy that seemed impossible to be completely refined slowly became part of the four-color spiritual power.

Since arriving in Liyang City, she has not dared to advance to the eleventh layer of Qi refining in a hurry, only because of the secret injuries of the dantian and meridians, it took two full years to fully recover.

In order to advance naturally, she never took the Gathering Spirit Pill to forcibly break through, so as not to affect her cultivation in the future.

The cultivation of the four spirit roots is not easy, and the double spirit roots and three spirit roots are at her age, and they may have already refined their qi to perfection and have a higher level of understanding, maybe they have already built a foundation.

But since she learned to refine the spirit grass, she has been listening to the alchemists' chanting that the pill is beneficial and harmful, and the erysipelas are not clear, which will only cause a vicious circle, making the already bad qualifications more difficult to cultivate.

The casual cultivators continue to earn spirit stones, in exchange for the advanced level of the elixir, and in the later stage, almost all of them have signs of blockage of the meridians, and the more they reach the higher level, the more obvious it is.

He Miaomiao didn't want to do this, her path to cultivation was already bumpier than others, if she didn't pay more attention to small things, she would only leave great hidden dangers in the future.

The swelling of her whole body gradually calmed down as the aura of the outside world decreased, leaving only a large amount of refined four-series spiritual power, which was circulating in the meridians according to the "Nine Transformation Blood Decisions".

After a little week, she aroused the spiritual power of her whole body and slammed towards an acupuncture point, and under one blow, the almost nothingness barrier did not break away as imagined.

He Miaomiao was not slow, put away the momentum, and ran for a small week again.

The spiritual power is becoming more and more refined in the continuous wandering, and this time it exerts its strength again, rushing towards the barrier that cannot be broken, and with just one blow, a loud shock is heard, and the advance is finally successful!

Zhihai swept out of his body in the shock, and every grass and tree within a radius of two miles was extremely clear, and even the trajectory of a spirit insect jumping from the leaf was clearly 'seen'.

When an ordinary monk reached the eleventh layer of Qi refining, the range within which the sea of knowledge could be released was only one and a half miles.

He Miaomiao has been refining spiritual plants all year round, and in repeated exercises, her sea knowledge is much stronger than others.

This is not only an advantage in distance, but also a more condensed knowledge of the sea, and the vision will be clearer, and the opponent's every move during the fight cannot escape attention. The most important thing is that the more condensed the sea of knowledge, the more difficult it is to get hurt.

He Miaomiao retracted the moment of knowing the sea, and looked inwardly at the dantian meridians again.

The four-color spiritual power has been restored into a group, entrenched in the four directions of the dantian, and the aura is shining around the strange fire and prohibition.

Xiuwei and Zhihai became stronger again, and the alien fire could also be refined again, but she was not in a hurry to do it.

After checking it and finding that there were no hidden dangers in her body, she put away her divine sense and calmed down, stabilizing the cultivation she had just advanced.

Since realizing that his cultivation would be unstable after advancing, He Miaomiao never dared to be as casual as when he was a child.

Fortunately, at that time, the cultivation was still low, so that the gods would not fall into the realm in a flash, but the later they came, the greater the need to consolidate their cultivation. If you just go out to fight and toss just after you advance, not to mention going back to the middle stage of Qi refining, it is still possible for one or two small realms to fall.

Two and a half years, she can advance to a small realm, but she has never been down, nor has she been carried away by the joy of advancement.

The calm heart is like a flawless white jade, becoming more and more transparent and clear in the continuous growth.

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Three days later, He Miaomiao finally opened her eyes, her deep black and bright starry eyes were calm, and her momentum was restrained and heavy, completely stable at the eleventh layer of qi refining.

Seeing that it was the moon and the middle of the sky outside, she was not in a hurry to get out, but probed her divine sense into the dantian and entangled it in the alien fire.

The orange flame became more subtle as her cultivation increased, but when she leaned into it, she could feel that its aura was getting stronger and stronger.

He Miaomiao's divine sense penetrated into it, constantly fighting against the will of the different fire itself, revealing the firmness of the inevitable in the strength, and the will of the different fire was gradually weakened, which was easier and simpler than she expected.

Twenty percent of the wildness was completely suppressed, but it never lost its spirituality, but was transformed into He Miaomiao's own will.

The refining has reached sixty percent.

He Miaomiao didn't know if she was so relaxed, whether it was the monk who should be like this, or if she was the only one in a special situation.

However, most of the different fires belonged to herself, and the connection with her mind became closer and closer, and she didn't care to explore it further.

As soon as her mind moved, the orange flames disappeared completely, hidden in the dantian, and even she could not see through it.

The corners of He Miaomiao's mouth turned up slightly, obviously very satisfied.

Moved again, habitually used a different fire to burn the forbidden, of course, the result did not change, the runes composed of black qi churned for a while, and returned to calm again.

She was not discouraged by this, and after consulting the jade slips about the prohibition for many years, she also had a deeper understanding of this.

As long as she doesn't be unlucky enough to bump into He Yanxin's hands again, this thing will have no effect on her cultivation, and when she finds the ground-level exercises and re-cultivates, the prohibition will naturally disappear.

However, thinking of the ground-level exercises, He Miaomiao's calm heart still had a trace of waves.

"Alas... It's time to get out of the country and look around..."