Six-turn rejuvenation elixir.

Strengthening Pill.

The five elements contain the elixir.

…

Ningfa Dew.

Each of these miraculous medicines is worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones on the market.

It is also true that Miao Nightingale's physical condition is stable.

The Yin Shen no longer shrinks, and its own inspiration stops dissipating.

The body of this golden elixir phantom has regained its stability.

However, even though everything was normal, Miao Nightingale still did not wake up.

Her breathing was long, and her body spontaneously exhaled spiritual energy. All of this was an illusion created by the elixir. As long as she didn't wake up, her body and spirit would slowly decline.

Tu Shanjun turned around and cast a digging spell, digging out a small cave that continued downward until it was ten feet underground.

At this depth, ordinary foundation-building monks cannot escape even if they don't know how to escape from the earth. Golden elixirs can't escape from this level. It just delays their own escape speed, and there is no benefit.

After clearing out the two quiet rooms, the formation flags were planted, the accumulated spiritual stones were placed on the base of the formation, and then a formation was arranged that even the Jindan Grandmaster could not find or break, and the spiritual stones were melted into walls to wrap around the room.

Stand the soul flag in the center of the formation, and then move Miao Yeying's body over.

After everything was done, the remaining magic power was no longer enough to support the actions of the Golden Pill Grandmaster. Tu Shanjun simply put the Yin God into the soul flag, replaced it with a Qi Dharma Body training one, and continued to perfect the corners.

"The Taoist heart is broken and the Yin spirit is unstable."

"It can range from a vegetative state to a vegetative state, or to a severe case of vomiting blood and collapse. The condensed Yin Shen will immediately fall apart."

Tu Shanjun pinched his fingers with a solemn expression.

There must be an original purpose in practicing. This idea is all kinds of strange. Some people want to become stronger, live longer, or become immortals. Others want to enjoy glory, wealth, and indulge in their own emotions and desires...

No matter which one, it is actually related to your own way.

Once a monk completely denies his own Tao, is it possible for this body of cultivation to still exist?

Without the support of cultivation, the mortal body simply cannot bear the Yin Shen of the monk, and it is even possible that the Yin Shen's collapse will further affect the weakened body.

After all these years, Tu Shanjun has already understood the principles of spiritual practice. Monks do have simple materialistic concepts, but the larger proportion is idealism.

Only when knowledge and action are unified can we practice practice.

Although there is still a crack in the Zunhun Banner that has not been repaired, and there is not much mana that can be used, the use of elixirs can also preserve Miao Yeying's cultivation and stabilize her Yin Shen.

But if you want to awaken Miao Nightingale, you can only use the method of visualization to enter the sea of ​​consciousness to awaken it.

This is an extremely dangerous approach for Tu Shanjun. He doesn't know if entering Miao Yeying's sea of ​​consciousness can awaken her mind, and he's not sure if entering the sea of ​​consciousness will trigger a backlash.

This situation has never happened before. Whenever he enters the Banner Master's sea of ​​consciousness, it is always when he launches a counterattack.

"Intruding into the sea of ​​consciousness is very likely to be a backlash. If you don't invade the sea of ​​consciousness, you can only maintain your body and wait." Tu Shanjun sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning, and rummaging with his fingers to figure out what it was.

After a long time, Tu Shanjun laughed, but his smile was full of bitterness. The Zunhun Banner is a magic treasure, and he is often called a devil by monks.

Who would have thought that the devil would take the initiative to save people.

"Do you want to bet?" Tu Shanjun sat aside and kept calculating with his fingers.

The secrets of monks have long been unpredictable and even obscured by the sky.

'Even if it is the Nascent Soul True Lord, without the support of magic power, there is still a crack in the soul flag that has not been repaired...'

He no longer made excuses for himself. With his unskilled method of arithmetic, it was difficult to deduce the fate of a mortal. How could he calculate the fate of a monk and himself who had become the Nascent Soul Lord?

Spring passes and autumn comes.

Winter snow covers the ground.

Miao Nightingale's body was still full of vitality, but there was no sign of waking up at all.

The Zunhun Banner stood aside, and the shadow of Yin Shen fell into meditation motionless. He calculated the medicinal properties of the elixirs left in the storage bag and the medicinal properties of the elixirs he had taken long ago.

If you use them all, they will last for at least several decades.

If you can't wake up, you can only take a gamble.

Tu Shanjun's condensed body of law slowly began to rise. The mana consumed by this body in the early stage of Qi training was very weak. He needed to wait for Miao Yeying's body to accumulate mana. The deity could not use it yet, but there was more than just the deity in the soul flag.

Two more years.

I don’t know how many times I recited the mantra.

If the devil were still alive, he would be tortured to death.

It's not that Tu Shanjun changed his temperament and wanted to torture the devil, but that he wanted to find the lost devil. With the strength of the devil's golden elixir at its peak, he should be able to perform this technique to invade Miao Yeying's sea of ​​consciousness.

shul.

Tu Shanjun, who appeared in the body of the Dharma body, opened his eyes. The person leaning on the soul flag was staring at him. They were a pair of bright eyes. Her body was also bursting with vitality. The Yinshen was swept away, and the Qi of the foundation-building monks turned into fluctuations.

.

she,

woke up!

Tushanjun was not at all happy, he even felt a sense of fear.

It was panic from the bottom of my heart.

He didn't panic when he faced hundreds of golden elixir masters, he didn't panic when he destroyed the Blood Evil Sect, and he didn't show any signs of panic when he faced the Nascent Soul of the Tianyang Shen Sect.

Faced with unspeakable horror, the soul flag collapsed, and the same happened when crossing the river and the border.

However, he felt it when the woman in front of him woke up.

"No...shouldn't wake up at this time."

"It shouldn't be."

Miao Yeying looked around and looked at Qi Lian Yin Shen who was not far away, and said with a smile: "I fell asleep for a long time, Master, please take care of me."

After saying that, he stood up slowly, bowed his hands and then bowed to the ground with a big salute.

Tushan Junsheng did not make any other movements when receiving this gift. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, and seemed to be stunned for a moment. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth.

But all the words were choked in his throat at once, and not a single word came out.

Miao Yeying knelt straight on the ground and kowtowed, tears already streaming down her face. She had never been afraid of death before, but at this moment, when her master was stunned on the spot, she suddenly became afraid of death.

Life and death are inherently beyond human control, and it doesn’t mean you won’t die just because you don’t want to.

Maybe one moment she was thinking about getting over it, but the next moment she had given up the idea. This forced awakening had left her exhausted. God gave her time to regret but not the chance to regret.

However, she has to wake up. Will she drag down the only person who treats her well for the rest of her life?

It's a pity that it's so difficult to enjoy this tenderness.

"My disciple has never seen Master's face. I wonder if I might be able to fulfill my wish on my deathbed." Miao Yeying raised her head, with indescribable expectations in her eyes.

She really wanted to meet her master, but she didn't have the chance before, and she probably wouldn't have the chance in the future either.

The Dharmakaya turned into a wisp of dust and smoke, and the banner of the Zunhun Banner was fluttering in the wind. However, thousands of evil ghosts and ferocious clouds retreated to both sides at this moment. A figure stood at the end of the long cloud road in front of the banner.

Getting closer.

Until that person takes a step.

top corner.

Red hair.

His face was as cold and handsome as the moon, and his tall and burly body was shrouded in a black and red robe. Those eyes were like magnificent gems, as dazzling as the stars in the sky.

When he looks sideways, he seems to be able to see through people's souls, giving them an indescribable shock.

But there was grief and sorrow in these eyes that shouldn't belong to such a big man.

"What kind of cultivation is Master?"

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul."

"What's your name, Master?"

"Tushanjun."

Miao Nightingale smiled brightly.

She had never heard of such a big man before, but unexpectedly he became her master. She felt that such a big man should not feel sad for a little person like her.

She suddenly felt extremely inferior.

With my own qualifications and mentality, I am not worthy to be this person's disciple. His disciple should be such a talented person who travels across the stars, a genius who can surpass those at the same level, and a Taoist with a strong Taoist heart.

"It is my good fortune, Miao Yeying, to be Master's disciple. Master, you don't have to be sad. After my death, I will be the soul flag that will always be at your side." Miao Yeying took out the soul flag that was standing on the ground and used her magic power to throw it away.

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To be continued...