Ren Qinglian didn't dare to be careless, and carefully ingested the origin power of the Samadhi Divine Wind from the demon pill.

This trace of origin power itself was not very powerful, and under the absorption of the Heaven Swallowing Technique, it was quickly integrated into the true qi crystallization where the Xun hexagram was located.

With the origin of this samadhi divine wind, Ren Qinglian could continue to cultivate the samadhi divine wind on this basis in the future. However, if you want to evolve from the Samadhi Divine Wind to the Nine Divine Winds, this process is much more difficult.

Of course, these are all things that will come later, but what attracts Ren Qinglian's attention the most at the moment is the power of the wood spirit in this demon pill.

After losing the power of the Samadhi Divine Wind, the crimson demon pill has turned into a green jade color that people can't put down.

However, for this kind of power of unknown origin, Ren Qinglian was somewhat jealous in her heart, and she did not take the liberty to try to absorb it.

Looking at the Huangfeng Cave, which had collapsed most of the time, although he knew that Xuanzang was supported by small gods such as Gongcao on duty, Ren Qinglian was still a little worried about Xuanzang's safety.

As soon as the thought moved, I listened intently, and soon I heard a faint cry that cracked my lungs.

Follow the sound, force through the right arm, arrogant fingers, a series of three fingers to the broken wall ruins, the sound of breaking the sky hissed, the cave blocked by the rocks has been covered with indestructible finger wind.

The night breeze blew, and the stone walls collapsed like powder, revealing the scenery inside.

The entire cave floor was sprinkled with Bai Sensen's bones, and Xuanzang's voice came from the depths of this white bone.

"These goblins really damn it, how many people have eaten!"

The deeper you go, the more bones pile up, and all of them are human bones.

Although the white flower snake and blue wolf spirit of Black Wind Mountain are hateful, they can be regarded as good demons compared to the monsters in this Yellow Wind Cave.

In the midst of secret hatred, a pale Xuanzang appeared in front of him.

The monk was frightened for a night, and a landslide cracked just now, which made his voice hoarse when he shouted, and the whole person looked a little prostration.

"Ren...... Reside...... Shi, you ...... Younger sister...... It's ......"

Ren Qinglian shook her head, flicked her fingers repeatedly, and broke the rope that tied Xuanzang with a few strengths, and stepped forward to support Xuanzang on a stone platform next to her and sit down.

A strong bloody breath came, and Ren Qinglian subconsciously looked at it, and saw that there was a sink behind the stone platform, and some blood stains and dirt had precipitated in it.

This stone platform is obviously the slaughterhouse of the monsters on weekdays.

However, Xuanzang's body was overdrawn, and the whole person was stunned, and he didn't notice anything strange in this place, looking at Ren Qinglian, he showed a little relief, and muttered: "It's okay!"

Ren Qinglian's heart was hot, and she wanted to help the monk leave this bloody place.

Suddenly, a cyan power suddenly poured out from the demon pill that was still grasped by Ren Qinglian and transmitted to Xuanzang.

When Ren Qinglian saw it, she was shocked, and she was about to put away this demon pill, but she found that Xuanzang's face looked a little better.

"It's!"

Xuanzang grabbed Ren Qinglian's sleeve and stared at the jade-colored bead.

"Bodhi Divine Jade?"

He muttered, and became a little surprised.

"The mage recognizes this?"

Ren Qinglian didn't break that this was actually just a demon pill, and secretly guessed that the power in the demon pill was very likely to be somewhat similar to the "Bodhi Divine Jade" mentioned by Xuanzang, or even the same thing.

Xuanzang's physical strength had recovered more than half of it at this time, and even his pale face was a little ruddy.

"The breath on this bead is somewhat similar to a Buddha treasure I saw at the water and land conference......

Xuanzang sighed and talked about the Bodhi Divine Jade he had encountered at the water and land conference.

This Bodhi jade is said to be a sacred object from Tianzhu in the Han Dynasty, after the person wears it in the practice, it has the effect of clearing the heart and concentrating the mind, it was originally collected in the White Horse Temple, because Emperor Taizong attached special importance to the water and land conference, so he ordered someone to take it to Xuanzang and other monks for temporary use.

"Since the mage likes it, I'll send it to the mage!"

Ren Qinglian thought of the flying dragon scepter that Lingji Bodhisattva used to subdue the Yellow Wind Monster, and heard that it was made of Bodhi wood.

This magic weapon can restrain the Yellow Wind Monster and make it appear in its original form at once, I am afraid that it is because the Buddha Sect has left some secret tricks in the power of this wood spirit.

In this way, he himself would never dare to use it, but when he gave it to Xuanzang, he made the best use of it.

"This ......" Although Xuanzang admires this jewel very much, he is a virtuous monk after all, and he can restrain the desires in his heart and refuse.

Ren Qinglian smiled and forced the demon pill to Xuanzang, "Why should the mage be polite, there is a way to borrow flowers to offer the Buddha, and it is useless for Ren to ask for this bead, give it to the mage, maybe he has really achieved a Buddha......"

Xuanzang was very moved, and when he talked about the various experiences of leaving Chang'an for nearly a year, he was even more emotional.

But soon, Xuanzang, who had recovered his physical strength and spirit, smelled the foul smell coming from behind him, turned his head to look, his face turned pale in horror, and he stood up, but he inadvertently stepped on a rib lying under the stone platform.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, sin, sin!" Xuanzang said, bending down to put these bones together, looking at Ren Qinglian and said, "How about having Lao Jushi help bury the bones of these poor people?"

Ren Qinglian nodded, and dug a big pit in the cave with sword qi to help bury those bones into it. Xuanzang recited a few more volumes of Buddhist scriptures that turned the soul into wrongs, and before he knew it, the sky outside had been clouded.

At this time, the monkey's eyes were also restored with the help of Sanhua Jiuzi ointment, and they were turning into a flower-footed mosquito flying towards this cave, and when they saw Ren Qinglian and Xuanzang, they couldn't help but be taken aback, and they came out and said strangely: "Master, are you all right? What happened on this mountain, why are none of those monsters gone!?"

Xuanzang patted the dirt on his body with a relaxed face, stood up, and said with a full smile: "It's all Ren Jushi's strong means, and he has surrendered that monster!"

The monkey looked suspicious, and looked at Ren Qinglian in disbelief: "That monster's Huang Feng is so good, the layman can actually surrender him?"

Ren Qinglian saw that the monkey's face was a little unbearable, but she smiled bitterly and said: "Luck, luck, probably the Yellow Wind Monster was too underestimated by me, and I was killed before I used that strange wind!"

The monkey's face is a little more natural, he has always been proud, although he admires Ren Qinglian's unpredictable prophet's spells, but he has always regarded himself as the number one combat force in the scripture-learning team, and he knows that the Yellow Wind Monster who has harmed himself a lot was actually killed by Ren Qinglian, and his heart is somewhat uncomfortable, at this time, when he heard Ren Qinglian's words, he finally regained his composure and calmness, and said with a smile: "That is also the strength of the layman's means!"

As she spoke, she asked about the Netherworld Qi on the mountain before, Ren Qinglian only said that it was the Tiger Pioneer who used a ghost talisman to roll herself into the distance, but she didn't say a word about what happened in the Netherworld.

In this way, the three of them talked about their experiences all the way, left the Yellow Wind Cave, and not long after, they saw the pig Gangguan who was leading the horse and carrying the burden under the southern slope.

After a little tidying up, the four of them continued to travel west, during which they naturally inevitably had some small talk.

After walking for less than a day, he had already traveled through the 800-mile Huangfeng Ridge.

Continuing to the west, it is a large plain, in which there are few oases, most of them are long yellow sand, and it is very inconvenient to walk.

Fortunately, the white dragon horse is not an ordinary horse, otherwise Ren Qinglian estimated that she would have to find a camel for Xuanzang in order to survive this endless desert.

Fortunately, although the desert is sparsely populated, correspondingly, the spirits are also rarely tight.

The four of them were all safe and sound all the way, but they saw some cold cicadas singing and defeating willows, and the fire flowed westward.

On this day, the weather was surprisingly good, and it was called autumn high and crisp. The fine yellow sand grains are like stepping on a sponge mat.

However, at the western end of the desert, there is a long river of waves.

This river is the quicksand river, which connects the sand moraine in the east, reaches Zhufan in the west, reaches Ugo in the south, and leads to Tartary in the north.

It is 800 miles wide and 10 million miles long. It is mighty and mighty, separating the South Ganbu Continent from the West Niuhe Continent.