After calculating all the way, He Miaomiao stood on the real edge of the inner room, and felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment in her heart.

If you have a deeper understanding of the formation, you will not be so helpless in the face of the first-order formation in the future, and you can only attack and not be able to solve it.

The real stone chamber structure was exactly the same as what she had just seen, and even the distribution of the lighting stones on the top was the same.

It's just that the ground here doesn't have any pattern at all, and the four walls are also smooth and flat, with only two more landscape maps that can't be seen where, hanging on the left and right sides respectively.

The coercion on the female cultivator's body did not increase or decrease, and it was no different from what she sensed in the illusion.

It's just that when she gets closer, the pale color of her face looks even darker, and it's hard to imagine how she can maintain such a calm and indifferent look under the destruction of such a toxin.

He Miaomiao did not rush forward, but walked around the stone room, knocking around, and found that the stone walls on the left and right sides did not react, only there was a gap in the back wall, which could only be seen with divine sense.

Sure there were other exits here, she was a little relieved.

There were thousands of soul eaters outside, and she didn't want to go out and fight that weird soul attack.

Moreover, this place is obviously related to the Bai family, with the jade slip in her hand, no matter how many formations there are outside, she can always find a way out and leave.

However, what made her nerve-wracking was that the poison on the female cultivator's body was so bad that she didn't dare to approach it at all.

After entering the stone room, she has been breathing inside, and even condensed a thin layer of wood-based spiritual power outside her skin, so as not to allow this colorless and odorless poison to seep in from the outside.

She didn't think she had the ability to find an antidote.

She doesn't even have an ordinary detoxification pill on her body now, so she has to be more careful to take precautions.

Standing three steps away from the nun, she discovered that the style and texture of the nun's dress existed thousands of years ago, to say the least.

The jade slip of the immortal cultivation world is all-encompassing, and the style of the defensive law skirt is naturally also recorded. The nuns' narrow sleeves and heavy clothing are now unused.

"The Bai family collapsed two thousand years ago, could it be that this female cultivator is not related to the Bai family, but... She is from the Bai family?"

The more He Miaomiao looked at it, the more he felt that it was possible, with simple clothes, exquisite and complete formations, and pure evil spirits, where would he be a monk who had obtained part of the inheritance.

She raised her eyes to look at the painting hanging on the stone wall on the right, and the long banner encompassed the heavens and the earth, the landscape and the landscape, and the brushstrokes were vivid and agile.

But looking at the mountains and water, it seems that there is no correspondence with Lingnan, but if you look at the topography and the distribution of mountains and forests, it is very similar to the area of Yushan today.

He Miaomiao was afraid that she would not remember clearly, so she quickly took out the jade slip of the Lingnan map from the storage bag, and carefully checked it, which confirmed this guess.

On the left hangs only a mountain wall that occupies the whole picture, and the waterfall rushes down, and the splash seems to really jump out of it.

There are also two lines of small characters written in ancient glyphs on the lower left side of this painting, and He Miaomiao looked at it for a long time before he could understand it.

"Trapped in a small world, the road is between the mountains and rivers... What kind of broken poem is this? It's just two sentences, and it's not very smooth? It's a pity that this painting..."

After looking at it for a while, he found that he had no memories of this scene, so He Miaomiao turned around and began to think about how to get the storage bag on the female cultivator's body.

It is obviously impossible to use divine consciousness to lead, and the cultivation of the middle stage of the female cultivator's foundation building has not been dissipated so far, and when she explores the past, her brain is easily stirred into a paste.

It's not safe to wrap it in spiritual power to touch, the poison on her body is terrible, and the farther away the better.

This nun is neatly dressed, has plenty of time before falling, and her net worth will definitely not be exhausted.

In addition, she is a person who escaped from the Bai family, so she must be a more valued monk in the clan, and there will not be no good things in the storage bag.

Although the exercises of evil cultivators are different, the treasures and spirit stones that can be used are still the same as those of the righteous path. What's more, He Miaomiao's evil qi in his body is pure, and before he changes his cultivation method, it is also a good thing to have an evil cultivation inheritance.

As long as it is not used to harm people, there are not many things that can be learned in the evil cultivation, just like a subtle formation, if a talented person modifies it slightly, it will definitely be able to reduce the yin damage and increase the power.

The means are yin and vicious, and there is righteousness, but the person who uses it is the key to determine the final result.

He Miaomiao thought about the means she could use, and even tried to emit a wisp of evil qi to excite it, wanting to see if this female cultivator would react.

Obviously, her idea was too naïve, and she was a great monk during the foundation building period, but the divine soul was actually too weak to survive for thousands of years.

She silently walked around the stone chamber again and again, one moment she sacrificed the phantom and tried to condense the whip to hook it, and the other time she wrapped her palm with thick spiritual power, looking left and right but always felt inappropriate.

It wasn't until she looked inside the dantian and had the idea of evil qi again, and accidentally saw an orange flame the size of a bean grain, that she had an idea.

Because she remembered that in her first strange dream, the white flames of the red light could burn all the turbid qi in heaven and earth.

The alien fire is naturally not that powerful, but it is also the only fire attribute essence in the Qinglang realm. It can be burned in the water just now, and no matter how powerful the poisonous gas is, isn't it mostly wood, just restrained by fire?

Thinking of this, He Miaomiao made up her mind, condensed a layer of spiritual power again, and at the same time activated the defensive shield of the black skirt, stood ten steps in front of the female cultivator, and her heart moved to sacrifice a strange fire, and her fingertips jumped slightly.

She concentrated on the flames, and floated steadily to the opposite side, only a few inches in front of her to turn into a thin sheet of light, wrapping the nun in its entirety, almost clinging to the pale skin and heavy clothes.

Whoop...

Wisps of thick green and black smoke suddenly drifted out from the female cultivator's body, wrapped in the 'light mask' condensed by the strange fire, and couldn't help but make a faint sound.

He Miaomiao watched as the thick green poisonous mist was burned into white smoke by the orange flame, and then completely dissipated into the world like all things that were burned by strange fires.

The poisonous mist almost completely covered the nun at first, and it became fainter and fainter as the strange fire continued to burn.

But He Miaomiao's spiritual power was about to run out, she had never sacrificed a strange fire for such a long time, and at this time, she only felt that the spiritual power in the meridians was flowing like a stream, so fast that it made her tremble.

In order to control the strange fire from burning the nun and the storage bag, the pressure on Zhihai was also extremely great, and as the white mist became lighter and lighter, there was finally a pinprick pain in his mind.

He Miaomiao didn't dare to pay attention to it, and she didn't even dare to be distracted to take the tonic elixir, if she was a little careless, the strange fire light cover would be broken, and these poisonous mist would drift in the stone room, and then she would only be able to sit here and wait for the female cultivator to die.

As the spiritual power was lost more and more, the completely whitened mist became lighter and fainter, and it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

He Miaomiao didn't dare to take it lightly, endured the slight pain of Zhihai, and used up the last three percent of the spiritual power in her body again, until the fire was dying, and then she withdrew her body and collapsed to the ground.

After holding her breath and waiting for a moment, her divine sense did not detect a trace of poisonous mist before she unhurriedly recovered her spiritual power.