He Miaomiao had no array to hide, so she could only rely on the surrounding weeds to cover her ears and steal the bell, cover her body, and pray not to meet monks with evil thoughts.

She lay down on the soft ground, the weeds pressed out into a small human form. The fragrance of the grass and trees is absent, the surroundings are silent, you can't hear the noisy fighting methods, you can't see the scene of fighting in the water, and the tired mind gradually calms down.

Because the secret realm is self-evolving, the sun and moon here are extremely small, hanging in the sky not much bigger than the stars, as if they were newly born, and have not yet been baptized by a long time.

Her thoughts seemed to be silent with her surroundings, and she didn't bother to think about any strife, the son of luck, the scattered Xiuhui, and the Tu Shan clan.

It seems that it hasn't been long in the lotus pond, but in fact, it has been in a fierce battle and chasing, and two days and one night have passed. The secret realm will be closed tomorrow at noon, and the injury on her shoulder blade is not suitable for taking the lotus again, so she can only lie here idlely, looking at the sky in a daze.

The evolution of the secret realm is close to a realm, maybe in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, this place will become a new immortal cultivation realm. There will be mortals, there will be monks, and they will lead to another secret realm or cave, so that they can go to the treasure land and fight and fight for the cultivation of the Tao.

Until hundreds of thousands, millions of years have passed, and the qi of the first realm has been exhausted, and then it will be destroyed and returned to nothingness, waiting for a wisp of ethereal opportunity to be reborn again.

The cycle goes on and on, and the way of heaven does not fade.

In this cycle of evolution and decay, the monk keeps detaching and sublimating, attaining the great path and achieving eternity.

He Miaomiao's heart was like a mirror, her body was shining, and the five-colored brilliance flashed away, and it had returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

The state of mind seems to have been washed, clear and clear, the thoughts are clear, and the fatigue of fighting the Fa for days has dissipated in this simple enlightenment.

Ever since she dreamed of the "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra", she has been reading through it from time to time, trying to understand it deeply, and with the increase in cultivation and vision, it is easier to comprehend than before, and she no longer feels obscure and difficult to understand every word and sentence.

Occasionally immersed in all things in heaven and earth, he will also give birth to his own feelings. Although it can't be compared with the real Dao Nature, it is also the same source as the Dao, and every time I perceive it, my mood is improved.

Since she came to the Canglan Realm, she has learned the importance of state of mind and the importance of cause and effect.

When the mood is improved, although the spiritual power in the body will not increase, it is extremely important for the breakthrough when advancing, especially in the Jindan stage and the Yuan Infant stage, the more profound the comprehension of the Dao method, the more natural it is to advance.

Cause and effect are connected, if you can't stick to the bottom line in your heart and cross that boundary, you will be full of demons.

Cause and effect are too subtle and ethereal, and luck has to fight.

There are monks who specialize in the way of killing, and the bottom line is almost nothing, but they can still break through the heavens and the earth, split the thunder tribulation, and ascend to the spiritual realm. There are also monks who cower in case of trouble, blindly tolerate regression, and once they kill someone, the demons in their hearts can completely engulf them.

There is no such thing as the same standard, one thought attains the Tao, and one thought perishes.

Cause and effect exist in the world, in the way of heaven, and in the hearts of monks.

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The stars dissipated, and the moon, which looked not much bigger than a fist, was hidden in the growing sky.

He Miaomiao cleaned up, moved her muscles and bones, and found that the fracture of the shoulder blade had not grown well, but it was no longer in severe pain because of the pill.

In the gray morning, there was a light mist, and the sound of fighting gradually came from afar, most of which were the teams that picked lotus ashore, and began to quarrel with each other.

Behind He Miaomiao is a wild grassland similar to a cannibal plain and full of demon beasts, and in front of him is the lotus pond bank, and the sound of fighting methods is getting closer and closer. She could only move forward, preferring to hide in the chaotic crowd than enter the wild grass to fight the monster for her life.

The people who came were four people in the early stage of foundation building, and they knew by looking at their clothes that they were not casual cultivators, nor were they disciples of Xuanqing Sect.

One of them, a man and a woman, both have peach blossom eyes with affection, and their appearance is extremely similar, and they have no magic weapons in their hands, and only attack with their palms and claws.

The other two male cultivators are both handsome and extraordinary, one has a resolute expression and well-defined facial features, and the other has a feminine face and phoenix eyes. Their exercises and moves come from the same source, and they cooperate seamlessly, making it a little difficult for the man and woman to parry.

He Miaomiao didn't want to get involved, and her divine sense swept them closer and closer, and hurriedly got up and walked towards the shore with many people. The more chaotic the place now, the easier it is to intersperse it and save your life.

A man and a woman have nine tails on their necklines, and two men repair storage bags with hidden yin and yang fish patterns.

It is conceivable that by the Golden Lotus Pond, the battle situation must be in full swing.

When He Miaomiao arrived, the chaos was similar to what she imagined, and now there was no distinction between the clans, and the Yin Yang Sect and the Tu Shan Clan did not even let go of their own people.

On the other hand, the Xuanqing Sect is condensed into a rope and is unanimous to the outside world.

Not to mention casual cultivation, he will fight when he sees someone, and grab the storage bag when he sees it, He Miaomiao just arrived, and he was stopped by a tall and powerful middle-aged man, and he slashed viciously with a knife.

The golden aura burst out from the knife in an instant, forming a huge moon blade, which was divided into three, three into six, and six into nine... When they arrived at the front, there were nearly 100 Dao, and the first air flow to rush in made people's faces hurt.

He Miaomiao stirred up the protective skirt shield, condensed two earth-based light shields, and at the same time sacrificed the broken stars to gather into a spiritual needle light curtain, and took a middle-aged move.

The shattered star and the sword light collided, and the rumbling explosion shook a radius of half a mile, and the air flow swung in circles, and a deep pit suddenly appeared in the middle of the wet ground.

The male cultivator couldn't strike a blow, and swung his knife again, and the golden sword light rose into the sky, condensing into a faint pillar of light, flying from the ground towards the opposite side.

He Miaomiao's footwork turned sharply, and she flew back towards the open space behind her, pinching the broken star with both hands to make the broken star condense into a short sword, and the six handles drew a mysterious trajectory in mid-air, directly attacking the male cultivator's lower plate.

The other three handles were hidden in the air, controlled by the divine sense, and took advantage of the turbulent airflow to go around the male cultivator and explode immediately.

The male cultivator who dodged the six short swords in front of him didn't notice it for a while, and was drilled into his body by the spirit needle, twisting the meridians, and the spiritual power instantly dispersed, and he could no longer exert his strength.

The short sword in front of him struck into the dantian Zhihai without any obstacles, and He Miaomiao also suddenly relaxed, watching the pillar of light condensed by the sword light dissipate instantly, before pulling back the male cultivator's storage bag and hanging it on his waist.

Before he could catch his breath, not far away, a female cultivator in the middle stage of Tu Shan's foundation building turned into claws with both hands and attacked He Miaomiao.

The five claws slashed out a Dao blade in the air, like a combination with the demon beast technique.

He Miaomiao was powerless to fight back at all, so she could only use her spiritual power to the extreme, and only then did she dodge half of the tea.

Seeing that the claws could not kill her, the nun instantly retracted, put her hands on her chest and pinched the trick, and sacrificed a transparent fox shadow, and the nine tails formed a semicircle, suspended behind her.

Seeing this, He Miaomiao immediately turned around and ran, and the earth escape technique and light body technique kept changing, and escaped several miles away in the blink of an eye.

A strong force flew from behind her, and she turned her head, and was about to sacrifice a strange fire desperately, but she felt that her surroundings were shaking, and her eyes went black, and she entered the teleportation.