After walking for an hour, the river was still turbulent, and the grasslands on both sides of the river still did not see the edge.

Walking in the ankle-deep hay brought a burst of rustling sounds, mixed with the sound of running water, like the only two sounds in the world.

He Miaomiao didn't gallop away, but it wasn't slow, but along the way, there was no living thing around except her, and the demon beasts and monks didn't seem to exist.

It was dark all around, and only a faint green glow still flickered in the distance, somewhat similar to the green spots in the city of Hades.

There was no sun, moon and stars, let alone sunlight, and the entire Nine Shadows was shrouded in gray and black. There is only a lot of green light, so that people are not blind.

The river water is clear and you can see the bottom up close, but as long as you walk a few steps far, you can be worthy of the word black water recorded in the jade slip.

The yin qi is heavy, and the Heishui River has been fulfilled, and He Miaomiao feels that the hidden capital will definitely exist.

After making sure that there were no demon beasts living in this place, she sacrificed the remnant sun and flew fast above the grass.

The grassland that can't see the edge has always had a margin, and an hour later, He Miaomiao saw that a large area of dense fog appeared in the distance connected to the sky, just like a blinding formation outside the city.

She stopped where she was and hidden, no longer in a hurry to get closer.

I don't know if it's too far away, and every time the fog is a little lighter, I can't see anyone entering.

He Miaomiao thought about it, and simply took out two third-order supergrade hidden breath charms, one on his body, and one covered the remnant sun, sticking to the ground and slowly drifting towards the direction of the mist.

In order not to stir up the air current, she flew to a halt with the wind, and it took a long time for her to drift three feet away from the dense fog.

Here, she finally realized why she couldn't see anyone coming in and out in the distance.

These 'people' who come and go, from head to toe, from hair to clothes, are translucent.

The aura on their bodies is the same as that of monks, high and low, but what they exude is not aura, nor is it dead or evil.

The weaker the aura, the more transparent the 'flesh' becomes, and there is an existence close to the first level of qi refining, even to the point where it is invisible to the naked eye.

The aura is slightly higher, which is only equivalent to the early stage of foundation building, and the soul is slightly condensed, but the line of sight can still pass through.

The transparent monks who came and went were no different from the people who entered and exited the city in Qinglang and Canglan realms, some of them greeted each other familiarly, some talked and laughed, and some of them were tired and had a faint expression.

"It's really a city for soul cultivation......"

He Miaomiao had already guessed, so he was not surprised, looking at the monks who came in and out, and found that their cultivation did not seem to be high, and they were only in the soul refining period and the soul period.

When the soul cultivation has not cultivated the physical body, it is divided into soul refining, soul fixing and condensation, which are equivalent to the qi refining, foundation building and golden pill periods respectively.

Once the condensation is successful, he will be like an ordinary monk, cultivating towards the realms of Yuan Infant and Transformation Gods, until he attains the Great Dao.

After observing outside the fog for a long time, I did not see a single condensation period. He Miaomiao guessed that this city was mostly in the middle of nowhere, but she still didn't dare to act rashly, and when the monks who came in and out gradually decreased, she slowly retreated towards the rear with the remnant sun.

Hiding and returning to the Heishui River, he saw a man and a woman in the middle of soul refining, fighting on the grass.

Xu was because his cultivation was too low, neither of them had used magic weapons, but one gray and black spell after another, with the unique Yin aura of the Nine Shadows, roaring and pounced on each other.

The male cultivator had the upper hand slightly, scolding while attacking, almost the same pronunciation as the Qinglang realm. He asked the female cultivator to hand over the 'soul bag', and He Miaomiao estimated that most of it was something like a storage bag.

He Miaomiao floated in the air, watching the two little soul cultivators fight for a while, observing the hand duel between the two of them using spells, as well as every attack they sent.

The method doesn't seem to be much different from that of Taoism, it's nothing more than condensing into a snake, turning into a vine, and so on.

It's just that Taoist cultivation uses the five elements of aura, and each of them has the effect of mutual growth and restraint.

And what they waved out was always a gray and black aura, among which there was aura and yin aura, and there was also a unique aura of soul cultivation, and I didn't know why.

The body style of the two of them is also close to the ordinary Qi refining period.

After determining that the soul cultivator's words and actions were no different from Qinglang and Canglan, He Miaomiao was a little relieved, I was afraid that there were too many differences, and she didn't even have a chance to disguise.

The male cultivator couldn't fight for a long time, and his transparent face suddenly showed a fierce look.

He cursed viciously, and suddenly swung out three extremely powerful black qi, condensing into vines and attacking the female cultivator from the ground, mid-air, and behind.

The aura of the female cultivator is already a lot weaker, and she has been entangled for a long time, and her strength is overwhelmed, and she is about to die in the vines.

A gentle breath seemed to appear out of thin air, gently wrapping her, and at the same time easily turning the onslaught vines back into black qi.

The male cultivator's eyes were frightened, and he turned around to flee, but before he could take a step, he was strangled in place by an irresistible force.

Since there was no body, the transparent soul dissipated directly, there was no bloodstain, no corpse, but it saved the situation of cleaning up.

Only a dusty bead fell from the male cultivator's position to the ground, and the other female cultivator was already trembling with fear.

"Senior... Don't kill me... Woooooo

The little nun looked only thirteen or fourteen, her transparent hair tied into two ponytails, and she kept flicking it back and forth as she shook her head.

He Miaomiao put away the gray beads on the grass ground, looked at the timid little soul cultivator, and still pulled her to the remnant sun and walked in the opposite direction of the city.

After flying for an hour, almost reaching the location where He Miaomiao woke up, she stopped the magic weapon, threw out a formation plate on the grass, and pulled the little female cultivator into it.

"What's your name?"

Putting away He Miaomiao, whose true face had changed, tried to ease her tone as much as possible, hoping that the little nun would not be so nervous. But she kept trembling, and it became even more serious when she entered the battle.

"Are you hurt?"

He Miaomiao looked at her transparent body, but she didn't feel like it.

When he was puzzled, he heard the little nun tremble and say, "Before... Predecessor... It's too hot... It hurts to bake..."

He Miaomiao finally understood, the breath of soul cultivation belonged to yin, and there was no physical body to resist yang, half of the yin and yang breath on her body, and there were different fires, fire essences and other things entrenched in the dantian, which would definitely affect her.

She completely retracted her breath, and even turned to internal breathing, only to see that the little nun was no longer trembling in pain, and gradually eased her breath.

"Is that better?"

"Hmm!"

The little female cultivator turned around, sat in the corner of the formation, hugged her knees and looked at He Miaomiao opposite curiously, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of doubts.

He Miaomiao let her look at her for a while, and when she saw that she was no longer afraid, she asked again, "What's your name?"

The little nun pursed her lips and replied honestly, "My name is Xiaocai." ”