While eating the spiritual fruit, what I was thinking about was the spiritual meal made by fellow Taoist Xiyue.

He didn’t have much food to store, and he hadn’t eaten in fifteen years. He really missed the taste of the spiritual meal, especially the taste of the spiritual meal prepared by fellow Taoist Xiyue!

It’s been fifteen years, and I don’t know if fellow Taoist Xiyue has left the Secret Valley.

Nanjia thought of his little Taoist friend, and felt a little warm in his heart. He ate a few spiritual fruits, cleaned his mouth, waited until the sun rose, and flew into the golden vortex with the golden lotus magic weapon without any hesitation.

When the magic weapon crashed into the vortex, the light of the golden vortex flickered, then became calm as before, and there were no more golden lotuses and Buddhist cultivators on the hilltop.

The Qianji Secret Valley is peaceful and peaceful, and the Qianji Valley outside the secret valley is equally peaceful.

After the second round of insect waves, the monk teams from all races went their separate ways. In Qiangu Garden, there were only the stewards and the monks who planted immortal rice.

The planting monks were immersed in planting crops and did not listen to the outside world.

The stewards often paid attention to the secret valley barrier. As dusk approached on this day, the golden vortex at the entrance to the Qianji Secret Valley once again burst out with strong light.

In the dazzling brilliance, a ball of golden light bounced out of the vortex and flew into the air.

The big vortex spit out a ball of golden light and then gathered all the brilliance. The ball of light that was thrown into the air landed with a bang after flying about five hundred feet.

The light ball stopped motionless as soon as it hit the ground.

Twelve law enforcers in the high-altitude clouds looked down at the Buddhist cultivator who was in meditation in the light group and were very surprised. The Buddhist cultivator didn't look injured, but he was clearly in a coma!

There was no movement in the light group coming out of the secret valley for a long time, and the stewards were also quite puzzled. They released their spiritual consciousness and took a closer look. It seems that the Buddhist cultivators are not practicing meditation?!

The stewards waited quietly for the results.

The wait lasted all night.

When the sun of a new day climbed to the top of the mountain and filled the Qianji Valley with its faint golden glow, the Buddhist cultivator who had been comatose all night finally woke up slowly.

As soon as he gained consciousness, Nanga felt a splitting headache.

The severe headache made his vision blurred. He could vaguely see the large whirlpool entering the Secret Valley from Qianji Valley and the crack between the two mountains, and judged that he had left the Secret Valley.
Chapter completed!