She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 120 Dongting Zhenjun
A round of bright moon hangs high, with some faint corners, and the clear light sprinkles on the earth.

In the deep mountain and dense forest, a black refined corpse kept moving in front, followed by another strangely shaped humanoid monster.

At the end, followed by a middle-aged woman with a sword on her back and another young woman.

Anyone who sees this picture will feel incredible.

With the decline in spiritual power, He Miao's physical strength is not as good as before. In addition, he has to manipulate the refining corpse, and he has to do two things at once. After all, he is somewhat powerless.

"We must arrive at Dongting before dawn."

Mrs. Fan saw that He Miao's footsteps slowed down, so she spoke sternly.

He Miao gritted his teeth and could only hold on.

Madam Fan then said in a slow tone: "The water system road you built, you can't stay with Hanba for a long time, you have to go to Dongting as soon as possible."

Only then did He Miao realize that Mrs. Fan was actually thinking about herself, so she nodded immediately.

Mrs. Fan is right. Drought is her nemesis. She must find a place with a lot of water in order to let the spiritual power in her body flow freely.

Seeing that He Miao was getting weaker and weaker, Mrs. Fan took He Miao's hand and injected some spiritual power into her body.

He Miao did not refuse, since Mrs. Fan could see that she practiced the water system, she naturally knew the way of mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Sure enough, Mrs. Fan's spiritual power is wood-type spiritual power, which does not conflict with He Miao.Mizuki nourishes each other.

A cool and pure spiritual power poured into He Miao's meridians, and He Miao felt his whole body's spiritual power revived again, sweeping away the exhaustion all over his body, and immediately bowed his hands to express his thanks.

Mrs. Fan just nodded lightly and continued on her way.

He Miao became more and more curious about Mrs. Fan. After all, the family of immortal cultivators hadn't seen a wood-type immortal cultivator for a long time.

Whether it is water or wood, it is not as lethal as the techniques of Tianxuanmen, Lieyanzong or Benleizong. They must survive the long waiting period before they can achieve anything.

Thick accumulation can make thin hair.

Therefore, in the cruel world of cultivating immortals, there are very few immortal cultivators of the water system, and even fewer of the wood system.

I just don't know which sect Mrs. Fan comes from.

He Miao thought secretly in his heart.

When Mrs. Fan spoke, her brows were stern.Although He Miao felt that she was not a bad person, he still didn't dare to chat with her casually.

In the dense forest, only the rustling sound can be heard.

Naturally, it wasn't the sound of the two walking, but the sound of the refining corpse and Hanba passing through the forest and touching the leaves in the forest.

The sooner she arrived at Dongting, the more He Miao felt a puff of water vapor rushing towards her face, which made her feel refreshed.

In the future, if she doesn't have to travel around, she has to make her home in Dongting, which is really good news for practitioners of the water system in the world.

"Coming."

Mrs. Fan only reminded.

When He Miao looked into his eyes, it was "Wanli Dongting with blue waves and wide, and the misty air is separated from the cold mirror." The water surface of Dongting Lake is as flat and wide as a mirror, with thousands of miles of blue waves.

On the misty lake, one can faintly see boats going back and forth overnight, "Thirty thousand hectares of Yujian Qiongtian, a leaf of my boat."

He Miao felt comfortable all over, no longer the half-dead look before, and immediately asked:

"Madam Fan, may I ask how we can find that Dongting True Monarch?"

Mrs. Fan signaled He Miao to look at the other side with her eyes.

Sweeping across the vast lake, He Miao saw a huge statue of a god standing on the opposite side of the lake.

After looking carefully, I found that the face of this statue is red, the hair is also vermilion, and it has terrible fangs, as ferocious as a yaksha.

The weirdest thing is that the statue is looking at the eyes with one hand covering the forehead, and the other hand is pointing to the center of the lake.

Madam Fan's complexion was serious, and she warned He Miao, "Dongting Zhenjun has already cultivated into the Taiyi Golden Immortal, to protect one side's safety, you must not be rude to him. You must keep in mind the next few things I will say."

He Miao hurriedly nodded, Taiyi Golden Immortal, that's a level that can only be reached by characters in mythology.

"The first thing to pay attention to is that when you are on the boat, you must not lie a single word; the second thing, especially, you are not allowed to use your fingers or cover your forehead with your hands in imitation of the real king. This is disrespectful and offensive. Tao's danger."

After Madam Fan finished speaking, she repeatedly urged: "Remember, remember."

He Miao hurriedly nodded and agreed, this Dongting Zhenjun, I don't know what his background is, but he looks fierce.

Mrs. Fan on the side seemed to have seen through He Miao's thoughts, and said indifferently: "Want to hear a story?"

He Miao raised her eyebrows, is her curiosity that obvious?
Mrs. Fan didn't speak anymore, she just turned her head and fixed Han Yan in place, and said to He Miao:
"You put away your refined corpse, I have to buy a piece of clothes to put on this Hanba. At three quarters in the afternoon, we boarded a boat and arrived at the center of the lake, and threw this Hanba into the center of the lake. Naturally, the True Monarch will deal with it." .”

He Miao was dumbfounded when he heard this solution.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense.After all, the Drought Lord is drought, so we can only find a fairy in the water to deal with it.

After Mrs. Fan left, He Miao put the refined corpse into his wooden hairpin.

Only then did she realize that Mrs. Fan probably left on purpose, not wanting to run into her secret.

Mrs. Fan is really a smart person.

As the sun rose gradually, He Miao hid in the dense forest with the hare, for fear of being seen.

Because of Mrs. Fan's magic, He Miao will no longer be absorbed by the surrounding water vapor by Hanba.Dongting has plenty of water vapor, so it is really a good place to practice.

He Miao meditated on the spot, not wanting to waste this good opportunity.

The shore of the lake gradually became bustling with crowds coming and going.There is also an endless stream of small boats on the lake.

He Miao looked back at Hanba's terrifyingly ugly face and terrifying skin.

Knowing that the reason why Mrs. Fan wanted to find clothes for Han Yan was to not attract attention.Mrs. Fan considered the issue very carefully.

Just as he was thinking, there was a commotion not far away, and it seemed that many people had come.

But what He Miao felt was that many cultivators came.

She leaned down and looked up, only to see a group of immortal cultivators dressed in red clothes coming by the lake.He Miao couldn't be more familiar with this outfit.

He is a member of Lie Yangzong.

Zhuo Yan and that Nan Ling'er were also among them, or they stood at the front.

He Miao looked around, the two handsome men and beautiful women were very close, it seemed that they had become Taoist couples.

He Miao blinked and saw that the two had already established their foundations.If nothing happens to her, it can be regarded as a successful foundation establishment.

"Why do I have to sit on this broken ship? I have already succeeded in building a foundation, and I can fly with a sword~"

Nan Linger rolled her eyes and complained unhappily.

"Elder Sister's miraculous skills are world-class, so she can fly with a sword. It's just that we are only in the Qi refining stage, so please make room for Elder Sister."

A sharp-faced female nun jumped out next to her and flattered her voice.

With this high hat on, Nan Linger couldn't help but feel a little complacent.Still with a cold attitude, he snorted coldly and said:

"I've already cultivated immortality, but I can't do whatever I want, it's really troublesome."

Several people came up to persuade them in turn, talking and talking.

In the end, it was Zhuo Yan's words, "It's better to take a boat to see the scenery of Dongting."

Nan Linger reluctantly agreed.

He Miao felt a little headache when he heard that, so what about the world of cultivating immortals, it should be high and low, flattery, and there will be no less.

After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

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