He Miaomiao meditated and recovered her consciousness twice before she completely purified the medicinal liquid.

The clear and translucent light green liquid was condensed into a small ball by her, floating in the air like a transparent elixir, and the faint aura was extremely eye-catching in the black prison.

Bai Muhe stepped forward to admire it for a moment, and then praised again and again: "Yuqing grass is really extraordinary. Although it is a first-order, it smells good in the body. ”

"After all, it is an adjuvant for refining the Great Returning Pill, and the medicinal effect is naturally stronger. I took the medicine to meditate first, and Bai Daoyou took care of himself. ”

After He Miaomiao finished speaking, she still sat with her back against the stone wall, and the cold stagnant water on the ground swayed with her every move, and it was not until she took the medicine and closed her eyes that she completely calmed down.

The pure light green liquid never stayed in the mouth at all, turning into a slender strand, flowing into the meridians and running with the spiritual power.

After a few weeks, half of the medicinal liquid was completely refined, and it was returned to the dantian to nourish the dark wounds. Stimulated by the spiritual power with medicinal properties, He Miaomiao only felt a faint fever in her abdomen, and the tingling sensation of tingling appeared again, which was the sign of the injury turning around.

Seeing that the Yuqing grass really had an extraordinary effect, He Miaomiao was also a lot more relieved.

Although it is not as good as the elixir, it is a blessing to be able to suppress it for a while, and it will not leave hidden dangers in the future if it is slowly recuperated until it escapes.

Activated her spiritual power again, pushing the remaining half of the liquid to continue to work, and it was already two hours after she completely suppressed the dark wound.

"He Daoyou, how do you feel? If it is fighting and escaping, can the dantian withstand it?"

Bai Muhe saw that she had finished her work, so he groped his way to the nearest place and asked. She was only refining the seventh layer of qi, and she didn't dare to get too close when He Miaomiao was meditating, so as not to affect the fluctuation of her spiritual power.

"Don't worry, no problem!" He Miaomiao didn't want to mention her own situation more, even if she had to fight for half her life, she had to escape from Wei Changfeng's hands.

The female cultivators in the black prison have the same fate in the end: they were abused and abused to death by Wei Changfeng.

If you are unlucky, you will be sent by Xunfang and the male cultivator as a pair, then even the corpse will not be at peace.

Bai Muhe told her that Xun Fang made Jia Er impulsive, and often liked to leak his mouth, and on the way to the crusade against the Heshan faction, he inadvertently revealed a lot of information.

Only then did He Miaomiao know that there were two Xunfang envoys under Wei Changfeng.

The great Xunfang envoy who built the foundation was called Jia Yi, and the little Xun Fang envoy who was perfect in refining qi was called Jia Er, and the two of them were brothers, and they were also subordinates trained by Wei Changfeng in his early years, and they won his trust.

The main task of these two people is naturally to find beautiful brothers and sisters in the immortal cultivation world, and before they are brought back to the City Lord's Mansion, they will be killed by them without hurting their flesh and skin, and then dedicate the fresh corpse to Wei Changfeng.

But where are there so many brothers and sisters in the immortal cultivation world to make them a scourge, and the two will occasionally let strange monks be paired, as long as the number of times is not much, Wei Changfeng also turns a blind eye.

The Acropolis Lord, who has a unique fetish, occasionally changes his appetite. Like Bai Muhe and He Miaomiao, they are the spare parts of the black prison for Xun Fang.

The two were not in a hurry to make plans. They don't know what to expect when they migrate, and even if they agree early, they can't keep up with the changes.

They all had a hunch that Wei Changfeng would not wait too long, and he might set off at any time. Neither of them spoke again, closing their eyes to recuperate and prepare for an unknown escape.

An hour later, the cell door suddenly shook, waking the two of them from their meditation.

As the formation opened, the dazzling white light gradually shone in from the outside, making He Miaomiao's eyes a little stinging and swollen, and it took a turn of the spiritual power in the eyes to return to normal.

They sat quietly in their cells, silently staring at the growing white light, and no one acted rashly.

Until the formation was completely opened, a well-maintained male cultivator's hand gently pulled the cell door and pulled it out, revealing a long and straight figure and a long beard that was easily recognizable.

"Come out. ”

Bai Muhe recognized this person, quickly stood up, bent down tremblingly, and said, "I've seen the Great Xun Fang Envoy!"

He Miaomiao knew that Bai Muhe was vaguely conveying this person's identity. She also stood up, trembling as well, and her voice became even weaker.

"Hurry up!"

As soon as A finished speaking, he turned around and did not look at the two of them again. He Miaomiao and Bai Muhe looked at each other for a moment, and their hearts were both happy and good.

The two of them followed behind Jia Er lightly, for fear that the sound would be too loud and alarm the Mind Eater.

He Miaomiao stepped out of the cell door, only to realize that there was a wide passage outside, with cells on both sides, extending into the depths, and there was no end in sight.

There were already many people standing in the aisle, all of whom were nuns with good looks and figures.

Some of them looked dull, as if they were ignorant of the world, and some looked frightened, and leaned into a heap of trembling;

Some of them looked calm and clenched their hands into fists, looking quite fierce, and of course, some of them scratched their heads and posed, and simply made up their minds to exchange their bodies for peace.

He Miaomiao knew that these female cultivators couldn't all be as they showed. Most of them are like themselves and Bai Muhe, wearing a mask, always looking for an opportunity to break out.

As soon as Jia opened several cells again, there were more than a dozen beautiful women in the aisle.

He Miaomiao carefully lowered her head, tapped each pair of feet, and found that in this black prison, there were a total of thirty female cultivators!

"There is no wind and no waves, and it seems that the so-called rumors are not necessarily false. When I heard He Zhengchu talk about it, I thought it was someone who maliciously slandered, but who knew that Wei Changfeng was even better!"

He Miaomiao's heart was unhappy for a long time.

Such a person also deserves to live in the world? He can also form a golden pill and become the lord of a city, or even the entire Lingnan tyrant!

How unjust the world is!

Just when she was indignant, Jia Yi had already walked out of the darkness deep in the aisle, holding a peerless rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was actually a beautiful male cultivator!

Everyone's eyes unconsciously swayed with the male cultivator, only to feel that their breathing stopped for an instant, for fear of alarming this poignant immortal.

"Hehe..."Jia Yi held the male cultivator with his right hand, stroked his beard with his left hand, and when he saw everyone's reaction, he laughed softly, "He Yangui, the charm has not diminished back then!"

He Miaomiao's heart trembled, this name... It can't be such a coincidence!

She quietly lifted her eyelids and looked at the male cultivator again, but she didn't find half a similarity with He Yanxin.

He Yangui is like a landscape ink painting, with exquisite facial features but no femininity, and his indifferent and elegant posture is completely different from He Yanxin.

He was dressed in a plain white cloth robe, with knee-high black hair covering his shirt, a few strands of hair half-covering his face, revealing slightly frowning brows and eyes full of sorrow.

He Miaomiao could sense that his cultivation had reached the early stage of the knot, but he was tightly trapped by the Absolute Spirit Rope and was completely unable to attack.

was held in his hand by Jia Yi in the foundation building period, and even made sarcastic remarks, but He Yangui did not react, just like a leisurely walk.

Jia Yi didn't say anything more, walked to the front and ordered everyone: "Keep up, if you dare to play tricks, I want you to look good!"