He Miaomiao felt that he had unprecedented strength in his body, and it seemed that every move had great lethality. Her sea of consciousness has never been so wide, and she can clearly see the surrounding spiritual grass leaves, and even the juice slowly circulating inside.

Her physical body has also undergone great changes, except for the meridians and dantian, now even the heart and internal organs have become indestructible, and she will no longer have the fragility of the mortal womb.

Her divine soul was stable when the foundation was built, and together with her transformed body, she was out of the realm of mortal souls.

From this moment on, she can be regarded as officially entering the ranks of immortal cultivators.

He Miaomiao was bathed in the moonlight, and couldn't help but smile, and her heart, which had been hanging high for decades, was completely implemented.

Since she embarked on the path of cultivation at the age of five, she was worried that she would not have enough to eat, that her spiritual root was not good, that she would not be able to escape from He Yanxin's clutches, and that she would not be able to go further when she reached the foundation building period.

It's only now that she's really letting go of everything.

......

Two hundred miles away, if you have a high-grade flying magic weapon in your hand, you only need half a pillar of incense.

But there were only thirty-five spirit stones on his body, a first-order high-grade phantom, and He Miaomiao, who was so poor that he jingled, walked all night before reaching the foot of Fuyao Mountain.

She was thinking all the way, after hunting the three-tailed fox and the golden pond fish, how should she earn spirit stones to buy magic weapons, thinking about one head and two big.

"No wonder there are always monks robbing, the spirit stone looks easy to earn, but the cost of cultivation is like running water, not to mention the contact with the medium-grade spirit stone in the future. ”

Poor and crazy, seeing that people have good things in their hands, jealousy and possessiveness are indeed easy to make people feel malice.

"Huh?"

He Miaomiao was thinking about how to get rid of robbery and how to run to the rich road, when the originally continuous mountain range in front of him suddenly turned into a valley full of flowers.

"Formation?" Her consciousness swept around, but she didn't find any traces of formation.

However, she still has doubts about her own induction, after all, when she encounters the formation, she is like meeting a natural enemy, and she has nowhere to start.

"Junior, come into the valley. ”

The vast male voice seemed to come from the sky, and the echo reverberated in the valley, startling a group of colorful butterflies to fly.

He Miaomiao was suspicious in her heart, the Fuyao Mountain on the map went straight to the sky, towering into the clouds, and it should not be a valley surrounded by low mountains in front of her. But the momentum in that voice is restrained, and it is back to basics, which can only be done in the transformation period that Yu Jian said.

There is a saying that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and one mountain in the immortal cultivation world does not allow two gods, since that person speaks, it is obvious that he can only be Ziyan Zhenjun.

The divine consciousness of the consummation of the gods is spread out and can be seen for three hundred miles, and Ziyan Zhenjun is the consummation of the gods. She thought back to the place where she had built her foundation, which was within the scope of his divine sense, and maybe he had already been discovered.

Thinking that over the years, there have been countless monks who have come to deliver invitations, all of which have returned in vain, but I can be invited in, maybe I really have some relationship with him.

He Miaomiao's mind turned around a few times, but she only froze for a moment, and immediately raised her feet and entered the valley after making up her mind.

As far as the eye can see, this place is similar to the valley in the middle of Tongxuan Cave, surrounded by low hillsides, and the middle terrain is flat, inlaid with a pool of clear blue water.

The only difference is that the aura here is so strong that she is a little uncomfortable, and her mind is dizzy as if she is drunk, but she needs to use her spiritual power to resist the aura of the outside world.

Beside the waterhole, there are simple wooden houses, which seem to have been cut down at random and built at will.

He Miaomiao didn't dare to move up and gallop, only one step at a time, and walked to the door of the wooden house.

The young man in red fluttering stood with his hands in his hands, but He Miaomiao suddenly felt reverence.

His black hair was loosely tied behind his back, and his side face was like the most delicate carving in the world, and his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, even the outline of his ears and the curvature of his chin, there was nothing unsightly.

It is like a painting, frozen between the mountains and rivers, and the flamboyant red clothes are like blood, making the painting vivid and intense.

He Miaomiao couldn't feel his cultivation, she couldn't feel his momentum, there was only a kind of traction, which made her feel that the person in front of her had a strange connection with herself.

She couldn't help but salute respectfully, until the gentle force lifted her up, and she noticed the red mole under the corner of his left eye.

"What's your name?"

"Back to the seniors, the juniors He Miaomiao, with the invitation of the Sanxiu Hui Dao Association, come to invite the seniors..."

"Hehe..."

His sideways body suddenly turned to He Miaomiao, and interrupted her words with a chuckle. "Where did you grow up?"

He Miaomiao bit the corner of her lip, although she knew that there would be no danger, the Divine Transformation Monk would not chew the root of her tongue and spread the secret. But she still has trouble trusting strangers.

"I guess, it's either Qinglang Xiaodongtian or Qingqiong Xiaodongtian. Right?"

He Miaomiao knew that it was useless to hide it when she heard this, so she lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, "It's Qinglang." ”

"Do you know why I saw you?"

"The younger generation doesn't know. ”

"Because you're a sub-family. ”

He spoke very slowly, with a hint of detachment and laziness in his gentle tone, which was difficult to hear if he did not distinguish carefully.

But He Miaomiao has observed words and expressions since he was a child, and he feels the coldness that he exudes from his bones. But this is nothing to her, she is a stranger, and she is a high-level monk, and it is already good for her to be able to soften her tone.

Even if she has the same surname and the same clan, He Miaomiao doesn't feel that she has anything worthy of his other treatment, she has no emotion for the family.

The dead old man, the missing Quan Ling, Bai Muhe, Li Xiaojiang, who are deeply trapped in Qinglang and difficult to get out, and even Lu Yanzi, who has not been together for too long, these people constitute the softest but most tenacious part of her heart, far exceeding the weight of the 'Zi family' in her heart.

So when she heard the cold voice say her life experience, He Miaomiao was still heartbroken, and only secretly said that it was so.

"Do you still have instructions from your predecessors?" He Miaomiao saw that he didn't want to chat, so he took out the invitation and handed it respectfully, hinting that he was about to leave.

"You're a funny junior... The name of the sub-family exists, and since you have a surname, you will always have a surname. You yourself... Practice well, and you won't have to come back in the future. ”

The invitation was taken out of He Miaomiao's hand, passed around his green and white jade fingers, and turned into powder and drifted away in the wind, obviously not planning to participate in any Taoist meeting.

He Miaomiao is not surprised, he has been in seclusion for many years, he seems to be about to ride the wind, if he enters the world to participate in those unbearable interactions, it will make people stunned.

A gust of mountain wind came out, the red clothes flew, and He Miaomiao watched his figure fade, and finally disappeared from sight.

The valley and waterhole rippled with water patterns, and together with the colorful butterflies flying around, they turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

He Miaomiao stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the majestic and towering mountaintop, and realized that the place where he was just now was not real at all, and most of the people he saw were just a divine thought.

However, there was a kind of relief and some joy in her heart, because the five thousand spirit stones of the Scattered Cultivation Exchange were so easy to get!