The hand is composed of white and clear beads, each of which is less than the size of a little finger, with a round and traceless appearance, and a dizzy array inside.

He Miaomiao put it on her hand and looked at it, which was just covered by the wide red sleeves, and there was an inconspicuous dark light circulating around her wrist.

"It's worthy of a fourth-order super-grade spiritual weapon, and it doesn't look conspicuous at all. She closed the small box with satisfaction, forced out a drop of essence blood and did not enter the hand, and followed the direction of the formation pattern to apply her own breath, and finally recognized it before she was about to exhaust her spiritual power and divine sense.

When the mind was connected, He Miaomiao immediately sensed the powerful defensive power contained in the hand array pattern, and such a heavy aura seemed to be able to resist the full force of the late Yuan Infant.

At the same time that she recognized the master, Zishen also played enough with the Dongtian bracelet and found that he could only sink into the divine consciousness, and the physical body could not enter it.

Despite this, such a high-end storage bracelet is already rare, and being able to place storage bags and storage rings can be regarded as a small space with imperfect laws, even if living creatures cannot enter, Zishen has no regrets in his heart.

After He Miaomiao was satisfied, she put down her sleeves to cover her hand, Zishen got up and put away the two boxes of calligraphy and paintings, and said goodbye to her, "I don't want to stay in the Haotian Realm for long, so I will go to Qujiang City to teleport and leave when I leave here!" ”

He Miaomiao is not as evil as Zishen, since he heard what Zhou Qin did Confucianism, he even hated Haotian Confucianism. She also couldn't let go of the practice of transferring the calamity, but she didn't have much aversion to the Haotian Realm.

The two have different temperaments, and she didn't persuade her much about this, so she just nodded and said softly: "Okay, you also take care." As he spoke, he waved his hand to put away the silkworm green array flag, watched him sacrifice the spirit boat and jumped up, waved at her in the air, and soon sailed out of her sight.

When the aura was gone, He Miaomiao stood still by the waterhole for a while, trying to remember the direction of the time, so as to return to the position when he came out of the dark library, otherwise he would not be able to find anything useful in this new place that no one explored.

Although this kind of aura in the mountains and rivers is strong, the spirit plants and demon beasts in it are useless to her, and she didn't expect such a surprise as Sanxi Dongtian to come again, so if she wants to hunt for treasures and explore, she still has to return to the place where the demonic energy is drifting.

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In the middle of the night filled with black fog, He Miaomiao stopped running and threw out the last array plate at the foot of a barren mountain with no grass, planning to continue his journey tomorrow morning.

In front of her was an ancient city, and at night, the aliens would enter the city in droves, and she could sense the gradually thickening demonic aura in the distance when she hid in the formation barrier.

The barren mountain is not far from the ruins of Mingjian Mountain, just on the way she must leave the ancient battlefield, and after traveling here for more than three months, He Miaomiao no longer has any hope of finding treasures and picking up leaks.

After leaving the mountain where Sanxi Dongtian was located, she relied on her memory all the way back, and two days ago she finally found the secret vault passage, and returned to the city she entered when she first entered the ancient battlefield.

Since then, she has been wandering the major cities and mountains marked on the map, but her previous good fortune has never appeared. None of the treasures were seen, but they were often surrounded by aliens, making them embarrassed.

The danger of the ancient battlefield is not only that of the alien race, but also that there are some monks with malicious intentions, who will ambush in what seems to be a treasure, and when the monks come to attack and kill. He Miaomiao has met a few times, but the unlucky ones are all the other party.

Everywhere she went, she could see the corpses of various monks who had just fallen, some of them were gnawed beyond recognition by the alien race, some of them died at the hands of the monks, and many of them had demonic qi invaded their bodies and became a member of the alien race in a manic rest.

It is not too careful to walk in the ancient battlefield, and after more than three months of tense mind, He Miaomiao was already tired, and there was not much magic avoidance pill, so she decided to go to the nearest barrier.

Her current location was not far from the barrier that had been reached, just by walking past the ruins of Mingjian Mountain and then through an ancient city.

The site of Mingjian Mountain is famous, and there are many people who make a special trip to it, but He Miaomiao does not plan to join in the fun. There is a sword mound during the Demon War, and there are very few Confucian cultivators who use swords, and there are even fewer high-level swords, and there are really not as many spirit swords in it as they are touted.

There is no formation outside the Famous Sword Mountain, and the spiritual weapons and spiritual treasures have all dropped their grades, and some of them are corroded by demonic qi and are not even comparable to ordinary magic weapons. The remnants of the sword there had also weakened, and even if they entered the mountains, it was difficult to perceive anything.

He Miaomiao kept on guard and repaired all night, and only when the groups of aliens in the distance walked away and the black fog was gradually dispelled by the dim daylight, she put away the array and set off to continue her journey.

There was often demonic energy in the air, and in order to prevent the Suzaku Boat from being eroded, she could only speed on the ground, carefully avoiding one large pothole after another, and follow the safe route drawn on the map.

Passing through the ruined ancient city and galloping into dusk in the dimness, the outline of the sword in the shape of the famous sword mountain in the distance gradually became clear.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the surrounding monks began to increase, some of them were as tired and vigilant as He Miaomiao, and some had just come in from outside the barrier, with a bit of novelty and expectation.

He Miaomiao avoided the road up the mountain, circled half a circle at the foot of the mountain, found a quiet place, and planned to settle here and wait for the night to pass.

As soon as she took out the array disk, before she could enter the ground, she suddenly sensed a faint, heart-pounding power, which was the precursor of the impending thunder tribulation when Jindan advanced the Yuan Infant.

"Someone is actually here to rob her?" she was a little surprised in her heart, and quickly withdrew the array disk away from the range of the Famous Sword Mountain.

The speed of the thundercloud was extremely fast, and before she and the monks could fly to a safe range, the rolling black clouds had already covered the top of the Famous Sword Mountain, and the already dim ancient battlefield seemed to have entered the night in an instant.

Everyone hurriedly rushed to the place where the thunder tribulation could not reach, looking at the more and more demonic qi and spiritual qi gathering in the distance, and for a while they couldn't tell whether it was a Taoist cultivator or a demon cultivator.

The aura near Mingjian Mountain was almost drained, and it quickly gathered with the already rich demonic qi, and when the two originally incompatible auras fused, the first thunder tribulation immediately descended in the air.

The purple and blackened thunder light was like a fine spider web, enveloping the entire peak of the Famous Sword Mountain, and when the suffocating power reached the front of the monks, the aura of surrender had not completely dissipated.

A black figure flew up from the top of the mountain, holding a cyan shield, and the aura emitted was very conspicuous in the darkness, no matter how strong the thunder net was, the people in the cyan light were unharmed.

A sharp-eyed monk opened his mouth wide, pointed to the top of the mountain and exclaimed, "Isn't that the Drunken Moon Fairy of Wanli City?