The mountain wind is howling.

He Miaomiao felt that the world had never been so quiet.

She lay on the edge of the cliff, her hands tightly grasping the broken rootless vine, and she looked down in a daze, but all she could see was a misty white mist.

The mountain wall was steep, the clouds covered the mist, He Miaomiao's green shirt was agitated in the wind, and her hair flew back messily, completely exposing her desperate face to the strong wind.

The mountain wind is cold.

He Miaomiao didn't notice it, and let the knife-like cold soak into the bone marrow.

She knelt on her knees on the hard stone, and she didn't know it was grinding and bleeding. The slender body stretched out most of it towards the cliff, and it looked like it was about to fall into the abyss at any moment.

"How can this be...," she said, her eyes glazed over, and she unconsciously whispered, "All Spirits... How so..."

He Miaomiao's mind was blank, it was obviously the sun shining, but she only felt that she was in a darkness.

Below the cliff, there is a wasteland that has existed since the opening of the Heshan faction, and there are strange rocks in it, He Quanling is only the ninth layer of qi refining, once he falls...

He Miaomiao watched the black shadow disappear into the clouds, but it was like a freeze frame, lingering in her mind.

She wanted to jump along, but she never had the courage.

She was afraid of death, and she had always been afraid of it. In order to live, she grovels and is willing.

But she didn't expect that even the closest Quanling fell off the deep cliff, and she couldn't live and die together.

"If it's all spiritual... If he were the whole spirit, he would not be as selfish as I am..."

He Miaomiao hated her hesitation, hated herself for being greedy for life and afraid of death. She knew that if it was her who fell off the cliff, He Quanling would definitely jump off at the same time, and never think about it.

Her mind was full of the familiar figure turning into an invisible black dot and falling down...

There is also that decisive golden spiritual power, He Quanling's weak cultivation, in order to cut off the rootless vine, he actually emitted a giant blade with a monstrous light...

His voice shook the peak, full of care and eagerness, he would rather trade his life for her to retreat safely...

He Miao fell softly on the edge of the cliff, her head full of green silk raised in the wind, and in the verdant cliff, she was as small as an ant.

Unconsciously, hot tears drenched her cold cheeks, blown by the wind, tightly pulling at the cracked skin, like a dry spiritual field, like a broken spiritual wood, existing in the world, but lifeless.

"There's a nun here!"

An excited male voice came from behind him, and the two Qi Refining Cultivators stared at the cyan figure on the edge of the cliff that was about to melt into the mountain, and the magic weapon in their hands was flooded, and they approached step by step.

"Fellow Daoist, why is there one person blowing the wind here? Your Heshan faction is dead, is it good to go back to Huaquan City with your brothers to eat fragrant and drink spicy food?"

The monk in Tsing Yi, who had perfected his qi, looked like he was about twenty-five or sixteen, and his face was unnaturally pale, like a rich boy who indulged in excessive lust in the world.

Another cultivator at the tenth level of Qi refining was dressed in black, five big and three thick, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, but the light in his eyes indicated that he was not as honest as he seemed on the outside.

"Boss, she can't be stupid, right? Look at her like she doesn't know anything!"

Tsing Yi groaned, spared a circle in the distance, and released his divine sense to look at He Miaomiao's body wantonly, and saw that she had no reaction, so he took a few steps forward again.

"Daoyou?" Seeing that He Miaomiao still didn't react, Tsing Yi was overjoyed in her heart, only saying that she was frightened by the attacking Sanxiu, and most likely she could let him do whatever he wanted.

"Hehe..." He Miaomiao suddenly chuckled, got up slowly but firmly, and her whole body was full of momentum, and her fighting spirit was soaring!

She stood majestically in the fierce mountain wind, her dirty face was murderous, like a killing god who came out of the sea of corpses and blood, which made people tremble!

"You..." Tsing Yi was frightened by her move, took a few steps back, and forgot for a while that the person in front of him was just the ninth layer of qi refining!

After a while, he realized his gaffe, embarrassment and shame rushed to his heart, and with an angry snort, he took out a rope-shaped magic weapon and waved it at He Miaomiao's waist.

He Miaomiao no longer felt fear, as long as she saved the life of Quan Ling, she didn't care about anything!

The spiritual power of the whole body turned sharply, the dantian agitated, and the strange fire rushed out in an instant!

The orange flame has no temperature, but it has the power to destroy the world!

He Miaomiao's momentum soared, and the spiritual power in the dantian was like a rushing waterfall in the meridians, bursting out at the moment of pinching, making the orange flame burst out with an extremely terrifying aura.

The Tsing Yi monk, who looked terrified, kept waving the spiritual rope in his hand, trying to resist for a moment, so that he could turn around and go back to move the rescuers.

But the orange flame is extremely domineering, even He Miaomiao has to work hard to control it, and the monk in Tsing Yi has no power to parry at all!

His spirit rope touched the edge of the orange flame, like water dripping into the sea, and was turned into flying ashes without causing any waves, and even the flying ashes were burned out in the blink of an eye!

The orange flame suddenly lit up, wrapping the Tsing Yi monk in the blink of an eye along the long rope, and even the frightened cry that was so fast to his lips was swallowed up!

The blackfriar was already frightened, frightened at the same time, but with a hint of luck, and even a little excited!

If you turn around and flee and tell the Acropolis Lord about this strange fire, won't the cultivation resources be rolling in in the future?

He transported the spiritual power of his whole body and injected it into his feet, and as soon as he leaped two feet, he felt a powerful aura rushing behind him, and before he could react, he was swallowed by the orange flame as a great tonic!

The burning orange flame was like a long silk, flying in the air for a circle before returning to He Miaomiao's side.

The fire-based spiritual power on the two of them made it excited, and in an instant, its power increased greatly, and it was even a little eager to try at He Miaomiao's half-hung master, as if he was considering whether to swallow her into the flames.

He Miaomiao looked at the soaring orange flame and sneered.

Embarking on the path of cultivation, even if it is rugged and bumpy, at least there is Quanling by her side, so that there is a soft and warm place in her heart.

But God can't see her half a minute better, and can't wait to take the only temperature away from her!

Even the unenlightened spirit creature dared to provoke, wanting to devour her master!

The spiritual power in He Miaomiao's body skyrocketed, and she rushed out of her body to suppress the crazy burning flames, and one red and one orange confronted each other fiercely on the edge of the cliff.

She laughed wildly and pinched the trick, her spiritual power rushed towards the dancing orange flame like a violent wind and rain, and the spiritual power group in the dantian spun rapidly, stabbing her injuries that had not yet recovered from extremely painful.

The strange fire was suppressed by this lifeless suppression, and there was no longer any arrogance just now, after He Miaomiao spit out a few mouthfuls of blood clots, he finally turned into a small one and burrowed into the dantian and fell silent.

......

The dark strange stone forest, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, may be that there is no grass in it, and the spiritual power is insufficient, so no one has set foot in it for a long time.

But at this time, the quiet strange stone forest was broken by the sound of the wind.

Two figures, with a strong wind, swooped to the ground from above where they could not see their heads.

The speed of the fall was so fast that it was about to fall to pieces!

But for some reason, just as he was about to hit a hard stone, the strange and invisible darkness was like a big mouth, engulfing the two figures in an instant, and then disappearing without a trace...