After a lot of hurricity and still didn't find a way out, Mo Qing calmed down.

There is aura, there is a place to stay, there is your own family, and the whole space belongs to a few of your own people, no one comes to disturb you, and a few of you can live here carefree.

Although there are a few acres of fertile land, green waters and green mountains, less sunshine and flowers, as long as you have your family by your side, it doesn't matter if you have all this.

Why did he come here after such a hard work? It wasn't to pursue any immortal path, nor to stand at the top of the immortal path, but just to save Huang Laoxi.

Now his wish has been fulfilled, and it has far exceeded his expectations, not only Huang Laoxi's body has recovered in advance, but even Uncle Molun and Aunt Li have all been resurrected from the dead, and they have embarked on the path of cultivating immortals due to misfortune, and have formed a golden pill.

Now that you have got everything you wanted before, why do you come here when you are still thinking about going out?

After understanding this, he calmed down a lot, and began to calm down and enjoy the happy time with Uncle Molun and them.

Here, he is not an immortal cultivator who is about to condense the Yuan Infant, nor is he an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years, now he is just a child, a child who will never grow up in front of his parents.

After Aunt Li and Uncle Molun completely stabilized their own realm, and mastered the common sense that immortal cultivators should know, and some basic magic spells, Mo Qing selected a practice for them after careful selection and solicited Uncle Molun's opinions.

Although one of his storage bags had been cracked before, three of them had not been affected.

Over the years, Mo Qing has encountered a lot of dangers, and many people have been slaughtered, and there are naturally not a few exercises on his body.

Although some were burned before, there was enough left.

The name of this exercise is "Flying Sutra with Wings", which Mo Qing got from the white old monster when he was in Huangsha City before, and the origin should be not small.

However, because the conditions are extremely harsh, the white old monster has not been cultivating, but because it is precious, he is reluctant to throw it away, so he has to put it on his body.

The result of this is that Mo Qing is cheaper.

"Biyi Qi Fei Sutra" is actually composed of two exercises that are independent of each other, but they are related, one is called "Jiuyang Divine Skill" and the other is called "Jiuyin True Scripture".

"Jiuyang Divine Skill" is a man's practice, while "Nine Yin True Scripture" can only be practiced by women.

Practitioners of the two exercises, who have been practicing together for a long time, and with each other's cooperation, can have extremely considerable bonuses.

Even if it is used alone, it is far beyond the ordinary exercises, after all, its harsh restrictions are placed there, and it is clearly stipulated that only those who have the Heavenly Spirit Root can have enough to practice this exercise, if not, practicing this exercise will be injured at least and killed at worst!

This restriction naturally does not exist for Aunt Li and Mo Lun Dashuo, after all, when they were in Changchun Valley before, they had been unknowingly transformed into a heavenly spirit root by the Reverse Spirit Spring.

It may be because their cultivation is too high, or it may be because they have absorbed a large amount of anti-spirit spring water and their qualifications have been greatly changed, Uncle Molun and they have cultivated the "Flying Sutra of Wings", and the progress is very fast.

After everything was settled, Mo Qing also began to experience his own changes, strengthening the integration and conscious training of what he had.

Time is in such a quiet and peaceful and full of warmth, little by little slowly passing, although calm, but very fulfilling.

The mountain peak floats lonely in the center of this small space, the surrounding area is dim and dark, and the touching color that was originally at the top of the mountain has disappeared, and the whole space has become a color.

In the space inside the identity, several people sat cross-legged, sitting and doing what they should do, and they didn't seem to feel anything about the surroundings at all, or rather, they didn't care at all.

The dim and dark space seemed to continue like this, but at a certain moment, in one part of that space, there was a sudden strange fluctuation.

The fluctuation was not large, and it probably spread to a range of two or three zhang, and farther away, there was no sound.

The fluctuations begin as gently as ripples in the breeze on the water, but over time they become more pronounced until they form a small whirlpool.

The void space fluctuations finally disappeared, and the place where the fluctuations appeared, a hole of about half a zhang appeared out of thin air, and around the hole, the space was still wriggling, trying to close together.

However, it was bound there by the web woven by some faint colorful light, and it could not be closed.

When everything had calmed down, the space at the entrance of the cave fluctuated slightly, and then a figure passed through it into the space.

Through the dim and dim light, I could vaguely see the person's somewhat bright bald head.

As the eyes adjusted to the light here, they found that the people who came were all white, wearing a simple monk's robe, and there was a faint colorful light on the wrist like an old tree, which was a Buddhist bead composed of relics.

The person who came was the old monk in the Buddha hall of the Hanging Temple!

It was obviously not very easy for him to open this space, otherwise, it would not have taken so long.

As soon as he appeared here, his body involuntarily sank a little, but he quickly stabilized his figure

He stood here and looked around, and saw that on the top of the mountain in the center, there was no red flame emitting, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"The red lotus is closed, if that's the case, it's a little more likely to be subdued. ”

He whispered, and immediately waved his wide monk's robe, and without seeing any more of his superfluous movements, he just volleyed towards the mountain peak.

Even under the tremendous pressure in this space, it was still fast, and after a few flashes of his body, he disappeared.

"Well, what's wrong? Why is the red lotus gone? Could it be that it has been retracted into the mountain?"

The old monk stopped at a distance of a hundred zhang from the mountain peak, and whispered in some confusion.

Since he had dealt with Red Lotus Yehuo many times before, he didn't approach it easily, and he didn't dare to release his divine sense to check it rashly.

If so, that's fine.

With this thought in his heart, he began to release the spirit treasure, protect his body, prepare to get closer to check, and try to recover the red lotus karmic fire.