There was no one around He Miaomiao, and there were still more than 100 miles away from the battlefield of the real person, but the movement here could not be hidden from anyone's eyes, even if he was on the edge of the desert, he could see this golden light that sparked the eyes of countless people.

The Vermilion Bird aura emanating from Ling Guang's body was not very powerful, and it couldn't even suppress the aura of the alien fire itself, but the Yuan Infant Stage with keen spiritual sense and amazing divine sense still clearly captured the slightest difference.

Many real people couldn't help but separate a wisp of their minds while being shocked, and probed to the place where the golden flame burned the monsters, trying to see who the junior was, so that the Suzaku breath that had disappeared for many years reappeared in the world.

And when they swept into the distance, all they saw was an endless sea of sand and a black mist of silver sand rolling in the air, and no matter how they looked at it, they did not find the monk.

Only the leader of the Star Pavilion and Mingji Zhenren showed doubts in their eyes, and there was the same surprise and joy in their slightly vague eyes. After the two of them exchanged a look, they immediately returned to normal, turned their heads and continued to fight with the monsters, no longer paying attention to the movements of the alien fire burning demons in the distance.

He Miaomiao held her breath and concentrated, and with the help of the effect of the Hidden Breath Pill, she hid her body aura and ran wildly in the sea of sand. The fourth-order monster gradually faded away in the soaring aura of the Lingguang, and was finally completely burned when a few piercing hiss sounded.

Lingguang turned into a line of golden light and drilled into the depths of the ground, not daring to immediately keep up with He Miaomiao's pace, and wandered in the sand sea for a long time before sensing the direction of the master and following the track.

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He Miaomiao galloped at the border of the Qianzhong Mountain Range and the Yinhui Desert, with less than two percent of the spiritual power left in her body, and the meridian bones were dull and unbearable, and when she saw the real land and rock walls, she was finally able to relax and open up the cave.

Lingguang was exhausted after meeting her halfway, and as soon as he got into the golden finch pattern, he didn't move again.

Forcibly using the two secret techniques of the True Sound Spectrum and the True Shape Diagram, He Miaomiao's own loss was extremely great, and he opened a cave that was just enough to accommodate him, so he didn't care about anything else, and drilled into it to sacrifice the array of flags and began to trim them.

The tonifying pill and the Xuanhuan pill turned into medicinal liquid and entered the body, nourishing the meridians and lungs with the flow of spiritual power. In addition to the injuries caused by the coercion of the fourth-order monsters, there are also hidden dangers caused by excessive attrition, and at this time, there is no place in the body of Zhihai that is not uncomfortable.

He Miaomiao didn't realize how uncomfortable this pain was, compared to being torn apart by monsters or dying of demonic energy, her current situation was nothing at all. Reciting the "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra" silently calms the state of mind, and the pain becomes a foreign object, and it will no longer linger in the heart.

For two whole days, He Miaomiao had been in a semi-settled state, not caring about the battle situation in the sand sea, let alone recalling the desperate eyes and the final tragic situation of the three Taoist friends who traveled together for a short time.

After refining five pills of Xuan Huan Pill, the physical injuries can be regarded as completely recovered, but there are still some dark wounds left in the meridians, which are either nourished by spiritual power for a long time, or recovered by taking more precious healing pills.

Fortunately, this little bit of dark injury is nothing to her, it can't affect her strength, and the stinging pain can only be endured by gritting her teeth.

The cramped cave was dark and lightless, shrouded in a formation barrier, and He Miaomiao could hear her heartbeat and inadvertently let out a long sigh.

She didn't know what the situation was outside, but there was no room for Jin Dan to intervene in the Battle of the Sand Sea, and she had no choice but to return to the Spirit Boat. To be on the safe side, she leaned out of her divine sense and observed for a while as far as she could reach, and when she saw that there was nothing abnormal outside, she moved to put away the array of flags and walk out of the cave.

Returning to the top of the barren mountain where the boat was stopped, He Miaomiao saw through the barrier and saw familiar faces coming out of the deck. Fifty of the monks who had returned safely from the secret realm had recovered from their injuries, and they all gathered around her when she lowered the spirit boat.

"He Danshi went to Shahai, what's the situation there?"

"Why didn't the team leader come back?"

"Master He Dan, why don't you see the rest of the Daoists?"

The gossiping questions made He Miaomiao feel exhausted, and stood silently in front of everyone, not knowing where to start.

Seeing that her expression was solemn and she didn't speak for a long time, everyone had a guess in their hearts, and they didn't know who started it, and they all shook their heads and sighed with sadness.

"Before I left, there were still twelve real people fighting in the Pavilion. The Zhu Fu Master, Li Dan Master, and Wu Dan Master who went with me have all fallen. After He Miaomiao finished speaking, she stopped talking, and silently walked to her cabin to open the formation.

The rest of the monks looked at each other, their hearts full of grief and sighs.

The cabin on the second floor is tightly formed, and the real people inside are still recovering from their injuries, and no one dares to act without being ordered, even if they want to do a little bit for this.

"Let's continue to repair and wait for the real people to return. Someone suggested it, and everyone dispersed, or gathered on the deck in groups of three or five, or shook their heads and sighed back to the cabin.

He Miaomiao sat cross-legged on the cushion, and the formation blocked all the sounds outside, so that she could calm down and continue to meditate and breathe, and at the same time, she did not forget to give half of her mind and pay attention to whether there was a real person returning.

Time seemed to be extremely slow in waiting, and day and night passed, and there was no movement outside, not even the people who had gathered on the deck to talk about it were gone.

Thinking of the endless army of monsters, He Miaomiao's heart couldn't help sinking.

From the overall situation, she didn't want to see the Heavenly Realm suffer, and from a selfish point of view, she didn't want to leave the Star Picking Pavilion to go somewhere else before she earned enough spirit stones.

But the demonic energy that I thought I could resist will obviously not be easily dispersed now, and what will happen in the future has become unknown, and it is always annoying to have no bottom in my heart.

He Miaomiao only hopes that the Yuanying Zhenren in the north and northwest can rush to help, and the demonic qi will not increase due to the number of people, as long as there are enough people to go, there will be room for things to turn around.

As her thoughts flew away, six rays of light and shadow finally appeared outside the barrier of the Spirit Boat, and it was six exhausted Yuanying Zhenren, striding from the far sky.

The middle-aged team leader, Mingji Zhenren is among them, but Guangde Zhenren is missing. He Miaomiao and Zhong Jindan went out of the hatch at the same time, and when they saw the team of few people, their hearts were surprised and painful.

"The demonic qi of the Silver Desert has dispersed, and he will immediately set off for the pavilion. The serious look on the leader's face was replaced by tiredness, and he waved his hand to signal everyone to disperse, and everything will be talked about later.

Mingji Zhenren glanced at He Miaomiao as if he had something to say, as if he had something to say, but finally turned around and went back to his cabin.

That glance was too faint for few people to see, but He Miaomiao herself easily noticed her gaze.

He Miaomiao did not have any eye-catching behavior in Dantang, and the task was completed a little faster, but she was not the only one who did it, and Mingji Zhenren did not pay special attention to her before.

She quickly reacted, and the glance just now was mostly related to her sacrifice to the mausoleum.