He Miaomiao concentrated and sensed the surroundings, but because of the injury of the sea of consciousness, he could not probe his divine sense too far.

Just glancing around the body, I felt a burst of dullness and drowsiness, as if I might lose consciousness at any time.

She didn't dare to use her divine sense anymore, and injected spiritual power into her eyes, intending to pierce the thick dusk, but after trying for a while, she found that the places she could see were still limited.

The line of sight penetrated a part of the drowsiness, but the yellow spring was still a blur, but in this way, it could be barely seen that there was no one around, and there was no trace of Zijun and Qu Jingque.

The heart-to-heart array between her eyebrows clearly indicated that they were close at hand, but no matter which way she swam, she couldn't touch anything.

He Miaomiao had to force herself to calm down, endure the sharp pain in her head, and think carefully.

The Lianxin Array has been improved by Wei Changle and Xu Qiuyang, and everyone has formed a formation when they go out over the years, and there has never been a mistake. Since the formation sensed them, and they were even vigorous, it meant that the two of them were not in danger of life at the moment.

Thinking of this, He Miaomiao calmed down a little, as long as she could sense vitality, it was stronger than anything else.

Huangquan has always been strange, if there is anything that blocks the breath of both sides, or what separates them, it is possible that no one can be found.

That being the case, she might as well recover her spiritual power and injuries with peace of mind, stay in it for a while and then swim far away to go ashore.

She remembered that when the talisman exploded, the three Zens beside He Yangui were strangled regularly, but the remaining two Ning Dan Periods, as well as He Yangui himself, would not be affected much.

These people seemed to have come to explore Huangquan on a special trip, and it was just an accident to meet them. However, seeing that she dragged her friend into the Yellow Spring, the two Ning Dan Qi would definitely follow, not only to find someone, but also to explore the details of this place.

He Miaomiao floated in the drowsy yellow spring, and finally calmed down completely in thought.

She pulled her sense, reluctantly pulled out the tonifying elixir and the big return pill from the storage bag, took out the drunken Liuxia, and took the medicine with a sip of wine.

A stream of heat emanated from the wine, and there seemed to be a large amount of invisible yin qi, which was emitted from the meridians and lungs. Immersed in warm comfort, even the headache no longer seems intense.

The tonifying pill moisturized the meridians, and the Great Returning Pill recovered the fine traces of the shock, and in the itching and warmth, He Miaomiao's body gradually returned to normal.

The spiritual power is abundant, and the yin qi has the residual strength to resist the drunken Liuxia, even if the sea has not yet recovered, she can travel in the yellow spring at full speed, looking for the traces of Zijun and Qu Jingque.

After swimming for about half a column of incense, He Miaomiao slowly stopped the swing of her feet, floated in place and twisted her brows.

For such a long time, with the speed at which she swam, the range she passed was already extremely large, but she had never seen even half a shadow of so many monks who had jumped into the Yellow Spring before.

It's a rumored treasure, and I've seen two or three along the way, but they're all second-order super products, and they're only equivalent to first-order when they're damaged, so she didn't stop picking them up at all.

In a place where people can't even meet him, how can he fall because of robbing the treasure? Such a situation made He Miaomiao firmly believe in his guess.

The treasures in the Yellow Spring must have been to attract more monks to come, and the cold aura similar to Bai Wuyu's made her feel that the fundamental purpose of appearing here was to devour more souls!

Thinking of this, her thoughts stopped suddenly, and she froze in place to sense her sea of consciousness, seeming... No more pain, as if it had never been hurt at all!

"How so??"

He Miaomiao was extremely surprised, He Yangui's Buddha horn, as well as his words with spiritual power and coercion, already carried the meaning of deliberate 'punishment', and it was not a heavy start.

She doesn't have any elixir to heal her divine sense, and Drunken Liuxia only has the effect of warming her body and driving away the cold, and it is impossible to recover the injury of Zhihai by the way.

Not far before the half-pillar of incense, she used her divine sense to reach out, and she could feel the severe pain, but at this moment, it was completely restored to its original state!

"Could it be this water?" He Miaomiao stretched out her hand and waved it in the dim water in front of her, and the fluctuations she brought made her hair and skirt dance lightly, except that it was not clear, she couldn't see anything abnormal.

The so-called higher the cultivation of the sea, the stronger the knowledge of the sea, in fact, because the improvement of the cultivation realm will make the soul more stable, even if the body is damaged, the soul will not die.

If this Yellow Spring really intends to collect the souls of monks, the water must have the effect of nourishing souls! Otherwise, the souls of low-level monks collected will disappear in just a few blinks!

Thinking of this, He Miaomiao's heart sank.

In the first round, no one fell, and in the second or third round, nearly half of the monks fell, and later, more than half of them fell each time.

So this time, will it swallow up all the monks who entered?

This thought could never be dispersed together, and in a hurry, she took out the messenger and tried to contact Zijun and Qu Jingque, but the talisman could not be sent.

Even the heart array couldn't communicate her mind, and she couldn't even feel the position at the moment, so she didn't know what to do at all.

At this moment, a strong and irresistible suction force came from the bottom of the impenetrable lake, startling her to swing her feet and quickly swim upstream.

After swimming only a short distance, He Miaomiao found that this suction force was not aimed at the physical body at all!

She felt as if her soul was being grabbed by a pair of big hands and dragged out fiercely! There was no imaginary severe pain, only an indescribable sense of withdrawal.

Sensing that something was wrong, He Miaomiao immediately sacrificed the Vermilion Bird Jade Pendant, and injected spiritual power into it desperately, and when the faint red light lit up, the sense of detachment disappeared in an instant.

The soul was almost ripped out of the body, and the feeling was terrifying.

He Miaomiao, who had relieved herself, increased her speed again, and the higher she went, the lighter the dusk color in the water became, and she even saw the light in the sky above.

Infusing spiritual power into his legs, he kicked hard, and finally stretched out of the water, feeling the fresh aura and the cold air unique to the snowfield.

There was no one around.

There was no He Yangui guarding her arrest, no monks who escaped, and no Zijun and Qu Jingque.

He Miaomiao gasped and swam around the water.

Sensing the vitality of the two people between her eyebrows, she was about to plunge into the water again, but she saw two figures rushing out in the distance, which made her tense heart relax.

"Zijun!

They were on both sides of the same direction, and when they heard He Miaomiao's shout, they immediately turned their heads.

Seeing that the other party was safe and sound, the three of them quickly waved their hands at each other, signaling to go ashore first.

He Miaomiao nodded, and was about to sacrifice the remnant sun and jump out of the water, but she felt that her ankles were grabbed by two big hands, and she was dragged down with a force that could not be shaken off!

"Miao Miao!!"

The two frightened cries were instantly swallowed by the current, He Miaomiao looked at Zijun and Qu Jingque, stepping on the flying magic weapon and rushing from a distance, but her vision was once again covered by the faint Yellow River water.