She was not the only one in the air, there were five spiritual lights in the distance that quickly fell downward, He Miaomiao looked at it, four of them were scattered cultivators who rushed to the front, and the other was the purple-clothed disciple who followed her.

These five people obviously didn't have time to activate all their defenses, and they didn't rush directly into the white light and air flow like her, and the impact outside was bound to be extremely great, and they were about to fall into the air before they sacrificed their flying magic weapons.

The scattered cultivators were overwhelmed, and they fell quickly together with the magic weapon, and only the purple-clothed disciples still had the strength to hold up in the air.

However, his state is no longer afraid, He Miaomiao didn't want to entangle with him, but when he retracted his gaze, he saw his eyes in a daze, and the inevitable and gloomy hatred in it made people's hearts blocked.

In her moment of hesitation, the purple-clothed disciple threw out a third-order super-grade thunder light talisman, and the dense purple thunder silk was spread into a large net, as if it was about to surround He Miaomiao from below.

"Kill yourself!" He Miao snorted coldly, concealed her breath and figure, turned the Vermilion Bird Boat and flew away, flying miles away before the thunder net swooped in.

At the same time, he ordered the Lingguang that was about to move, causing it to fly out of the dantian, turning into a golden strong light and swooping downward.

The purple-clothed disciple's dark eyes reflected two golden rays of light, and before he could react to panic, regret, or flee, the golden light had already sunk into the top of his head, and in an instant, even the sword turned into a piece of white gas and drifted away with the wind.

He Miaomiao, who had recovered the strange fire, had less than thirty percent of her spiritual power, and she didn't care about figuring out where this was, so she hurriedly drove the Vermilion Bird Boat and flew towards a mountain range with a strong aura in the distance.

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Sitting in the cave that had just been opened up, feeling the barrier of the fourth-order array disk, He Miaomiao's mind gradually relaxed, and he sank into the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra" and began to calm down.

When she settled, she sensed from between her eyebrows that Ji Ruyue was in an extremely distant place, because the Qianyuan Great Realm was too big, she couldn't even figure out the specific location, she could only vaguely feel that it was in the west.

Ji Ruyue's blood was still hot and energetic, and there was no sign of injury, which made her feel a lot more relieved. Since they were far away and both of them needed time to recuperate, she simply didn't waste the last long-distance communication talisman and found this mountain by herself to start recuperation.

When she made a move against the purple-clothed disciple, she tried her best to get herself out of the killing range, and took away her breath body to prevent being detected by the shadow chasing technique. But no matter what, the other party's division commander would see Lingguang's golden figure, which was not very appropriate for her.

He Miaomiao planned to recover quickly here, and then walked all the way to the west, and after meeting with Ji Ruyue, he could leave the Qianyuan Realm as soon as possible.

Although it was a bit risky to kill the purple-clothed disciple, He Miaomiao didn't want to leave any trouble, not to mention that the person had made up his mind to compete with her for the strange fire, and even if she fled just now, she would be followed sooner or later.

Anyway, he has to fight, it is better to kill him directly when he is weak and unable to fight back, so as to save him from recovering his energy, and he is a difficult sect elite like Su Yingying.

Besides, if you have a lot of debts, you don't have to worry, if you kill Su Yingying and break the secret realm of Taiyi Sect, she and Ji Ruyue will be hunted down and killed sooner or later, after all, there are many Taiyi disciples who have survived in the secret realm, and they will definitely report the things inside one by one.

In such a situation, killing one more and killing one less will not change anything. She only hoped that the other party's elders would come a little later, at least give her some time to recover her spiritual power, so that she could stay away from the vicinity of the incident

He Miaomiao sank her mind, only to feel that the aura here was more intense than in the ordinary mountains, she hurriedly absorbed the refining with all her might, trying to recover quickly and leave.

The place she chose to settle down on was just the edge of the mountain range, and being able to have such a rich and pure aura showed that this place was originally the main spiritual vein, and the main spiritual vein of the Great Realm of Cultivating Immortals was not something that ordinary people could occupy.

When she entered the mountain range, she did not feel any formation or enchantment, and she saw the city and houses, indicating that there were no families or sects here, but were occupied by high-level monks or demon beasts.

According to common sense, the high-level will not be embarrassed by the temporary settlement of the little golden pill, but for the sake of prudence, He Miaomiao still took out a pill of the tonifying pill and took it to help him recover faster.

When she was rushed out of the secret realm by the remnants of the Sword Domain, it was nearly dusk outside, and she meditated in the mountains until she was high in the moon, and finally restored her spiritual power to its peak.

He Miaomiao didn't want to delay for a moment, quickly put away the array plate and stood at the door of the cave, offering the Vermilion Bird Boat to leave.

No matter who lives in this mountain range, it is very polite to give her time to recover so far, she is quite grateful in her heart, raised her eyes to look at the depths of the mountain range, jumped on the head of the boat and slowly rose into the sky.

As soon as she entered the clouds, He Miaomiao suddenly felt a force pulling herself, without dragging her back, and without the intention of attacking, it was to keep her in place.

"Don't move, someone is looking for you. ”

The old voice is a little kind, and there is an indescribable power to calm people's hearts. No matter how nervous He Miaomiao was in her heart, she could feel that this senior had no malicious intentions at this moment, but had a gentle power, wrapping her and protecting her with the boat.

She didn't dare to speak, so she could only wait silently, guessing in her heart who would be the person who came to find her. The Su family and the Light Spirit Monarch are still the masters of the purple-clothed disciples?

She sensed Ji Ruyue's blood in the Lianxin Array again, it was hot and calm, there was no bad movement, and it seemed that it was still safe now.

He Miaomiao looked at the distant mountains through the invisible barrier, and saw that it looked like an entrenched dragon, enclosing an irregular circle from north to west. The position where she landed before was the slender tail, and in the center of the circle was the head of the dragon.

Such a continuous and majestic mountain range would obviously not be the residence of the True Monarch of the Transformation God. He Miaomiao's heart was beating a little fast, if it was the Refining Void Spirit Monarch, how could he be so kind to save her?

Just when she was wondering, He Miaomiao saw a light cyan aura appear in the distant mountain, and gradually stepped into the sky from below. She could even see the man's face, in his early forties, dressed in black and silver, and the ornaments on it represented the Taiyi Sect.

It came so fast. He Miaomiao couldn't help biting the tip of her tongue, letting the pain dispel a trace of fear and fear in her heart. In the late stage of refining this person, if he is not with the Light Spirit Monarch, then the only possibility is the master of the purple-clothed disciple.

The black-clothed Spirit Monarch stood quietly in the air, looking coldly at every inch of the mountain in the air, and his cold eyes swept over the barrier where He Miaomiao was, without the slightest pause.

Tea time was like a lifetime for He Miaomiao, and when the black-clothed Lingjun's figure disappeared, she felt that she was soaked in cold sweat all over her body, and the nails trapped in her palms were about to break.