Reaching the scope of the immortal cultivation realm, the aura increased a lot, but He Miaomiao, who was accustomed to the richness of the vicissitudes, still felt a slight sense of suffocation.

The spiritual fluid mass in her body was already extremely pure, and she needed a lot of spiritual energy when cultivating and meditating, but in Qinglang, she obviously felt that the spiritual energy around her body was insufficient, and even the operation was a little sluggish.

It took her to get used to it before she flew past two small cities.

The night was cool, the moonlight was obscured by the black fog, and the imperial weapon consumed more divine sense, just under the residual sun, shrouded in a thick white fog, He Miaomiao's heart moved, and he held the magic weapon in the air and quickly descended, and decided to go to the city to repair it first.

This small city is named Nanyu, surrounded by mountains, there is a city gate in the southeast, northwest and northwest, there are two monks guarding the city during the foundation building period at the door, He Miaomiao handed over a lower grade spirit stone, and the two of them politely let go.

The low-ranking monks in the city were crowded, and it was also a lively scene at night. The architectural style of the city is not much different from that of the Lingnan Mountains, except that it looks more orderly and not cluttered.

He Miaomiao wandered around the streets, and after buying a complete map of Qinglang in the store, he found an inn and paid ten lower grade spirit stones to live in.

The price of goods that made my heart throb was finally relieved at this time. He Miaomiao knew that ten spirit stones were already high prices in Qinglang, but she still couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at picking up a cheap one.

Although the aura cannot be compared with the outside world, Qinglang is also as good as Qinglang. She has been here for more than 20 years, and although she is not used to returning again, there is a kind of excitement and comfort in her heart.

"If only one day, Qinglang could be separated from the Tu Shan clan..."

He Miaomiao sat cross-legged on the cushioned wooden bed, holding the jade slip in her hand, leaning against the cold wall and being in a trance for a while, before she reached out and reached into the jade slip to check.

"It turns out that this is the territory of the Shangqing Sect. ”

Nanyucheng goes northwest to the Qinglang Sect. Passing through the Shangqing Sect and further west, you can fly for half a moon or take a large flying boat for nine to ten days to reach the edge of the Lingnan Mountains.

However, there are very few flying boats to Lingnan, only the two cities north of Shangqing Sect can take it, and there is only one trip in January, and He Miaomiao just missed the previous trip.

After calculating the distance, He Miaomiao felt that even if she was in a hurry, it was not as far as she imagined.

When she was young, she heard about the vastness of the Eastern Immortal Cultivation Realm, which left an indelible impression in her heart, and it seemed that subconsciously, she always felt that even if she spent her whole life, she would not be able to see the scenery of this world. But later, after seeing everything depicted in the Canglan map, the two territories of Qinglang seemed extremely small.

She recalled the map of Lingnan and brought together the maps of the east, and felt that the distribution of Qinglang's sections was somewhat similar to that of Canglan.

Lingnan is similar to the west of Sanxiuhui, both of which are like palms with five fingers facing west; the mundane cities surrounded in the middle are the same as the central imperial cities, which are all half-moon shaped; although there is no sea in the east of the immortal cultivation realm, the mountains and rivers and cities are distributed in a flat terrain, which is somewhat similar to the islands on the sea on the map.

He Miaomiao saw the complete map, and she also had a number of routes in her heart.

She didn't plan to go to the northern city to take the flying boat of the next month, directly cross the Shangqing Sect and a few small sects, and then fly in the wilderness for a few days to reach the mortal realm.

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After a night of repair, the spiritual power of the whole body had reached a saturated state, and before the sky was bright, He Miaomiao got up and retreated from the room, and went straight out of the city to prepare to rush to the west.

At the moment of sacrificing the remnant sun, the aura cannot be hidden, and it is particularly conspicuous in the dim and foggy early morning. After the rapid sacrifice was raised, she did not dare to delay for a moment, so as not to attract the attention of the monks entering and leaving the city.

But he was cautious all the way, and in the end, he was tracked down after half a pillar of incense.

A dazzling white light turned into a crescent-shaped blade, with the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking mountains, pointing directly at He Miaomiao's back. Her spiritual power suddenly skyrocketed, and her divine sense immediately dispersed, accurate to the extreme, constantly changing her position on the remnant sun, dodging a seemingly tentative blow.

"Daoyou's flying magic weapon is so powerful! "The nun had deep wrinkles on her face, and she looked like a half-dead person in her seventies. The vitality of the whole body is not very deep, and it is estimated that the life limit is not far away.

She was dressed in gray, stepping on a second-order low-grade flying sword, holding a second-order high-grade dagger magic weapon, staring at the remnant sun's eyes with a gleam of essence.

He Miaomiao didn't bother to say much to her, and the broken star suddenly emitted thousands of white rays, dense and hair-thin spiritual needles, which were like a white mist in the air, and if there was no time, the momentum was difficult to resist.

The spiritual qi was alarmed by the magic weapon, and even rolled up a whirlpool that was injured at the touch, and together with the broken star, rushed towards the female cultivator.

The female cultivator's eyes were frightened, but she was a little excited in an instant, and while throwing out the dagger and drawing the Dao Light Blade, she roared: "You are not from this realm!

He Miaomiao was a little puzzled by her reaction, but the action of flipping through the hand duel was a step faster, and with the smart divine sense, the white mist instantly condensed into nine short swords, and the Qi brush smashed into the female cultivator's dantian knowledge sea and exploded.

The female cultivator's flying sword lost its master's control and fell downward, He Miaomiao's divine sense moved and picked up the storage bag, pulled it back and hung it on his waist, and flew towards the west again.

I traveled for half a day in hiding, and I never met any monks again.

The female cultivator noticed that the Shattered Star and the Remnant Sun were not things in this realm, and her excited expression made He Miaomiao a little surprised.

This made her realize that the information of the Eastern Immortal Cultivation Realm may not be as closed as Lingnan. The opportunity to come to experience the monks in the face of the vicissitudes is also much greater than that of Lingnan.

Even if it was impossible for the Canglan monk to reveal any useful information due to the constraints of the demon oath in his heart, it was not difficult to guess that Qinglang was different from the clues.

This situation is not a good thing for her, she can still fight when she meets a monk of the same rank, but if she is detected by a high-ranking monk who is suspicious, she will definitely be imprisoned and try her best to find out the truth, and then there will be only a dead end in any case.

Thinking of this, He Miaomiao hurriedly injected the spiritual power of her body into the remnant sun, so that the formation of concealing spiritual light and aura was stimulated to the extreme, and accelerated towards the west. As long as you go out of the realm of cultivating immortals and reach the mortal realm, the danger can be greatly reduced.

But Qinglang robbed the monks more than she imagined, and when she entered the mountain range with many houses and caves scattered around, the aura fluctuations behind He Miaomiao instantly became abnormal.

Remnant Yang was moved by his divine sense, and instantly dodged to the left, and at the same time turned to face the comer, He Miaomiao saw clearly that there was a magic staff suspended in the air in front of him, and on it stood a bald head with a kind eyebrow and a kind face, dressed in a white robe, and the golden thread emitted an extremely dazzling aura in the sun.

"It's actually a Buddhist cultivator?" He Miaomiao frowned, in the Canglan Realm, Buddhist disciples acted extremely restrained, and those who could move their mouths would never use their hands. And the kind-looking monk in front of him had a fierce and vicious look in his eyes. 21010