Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 174 Dou'an Qinghuan
The power of blasting high-level talismans is extraordinary.

There is a large hole in the forbidden area of ​​the main house, and black air is everywhere.

Relying on the forbidden area, An Qinghuan manipulated the soul-destroying array to capture people's souls, but he didn't want a high-level explosion talisman to explode from the top of his head suddenly.

Fortunately, there was a restraint above her head that blocked most of the power, allowing her to escape from the explosion center narrowly.

Even so, An Qinghuan was still severely injured by the aftermath of the explosion, and his soul was a little unstable.

An Qinghuan's slightly raised cheekbones were covered with black ash.

hateful!

There is actually a secret helper!
An Qinghuan was furious, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, holding back the sweet and bloody smell in her throat, and quickly issued instructions to repair the big crack in an instant, while countless silk threads rushed to An Qingli.

Although An Qingli is wearing a concealment talisman, she exists as a physical body. Once her whereabouts are revealed, she can be locked by the soul-stirring formation.

Countless silk threads flocked to An Qingli in all directions.

With a "swish", the red lotus bone fan unfolded, hanging above An Qingli's head, and at the same time shook off a layer of light curtain to protect An Qingli.

The light curtain that was shaken off by countless filaments towards the bone umbrella could no longer shrink in.

"Top grade magic weapon!"

An Qinghuan's eyes jumped, knowing that the invisible person was not a simple person.

Before An Qinghuan could think about it, a thin needle pierced through the layers of filaments and went straight to An Qinghuan's eyebrows.

An Qinghuan's soul is powerful, far from the late stage of foundation establishment that was deliberately revealed. As soon as he sensed danger, he immediately turned to avoid it.

When the thin needle missed, it immediately turned into a huge hammer and hammered down heavily.

Although An Qinghuan's soul is powerful and his ability to perceive and predict is strong, his physical strength is not worth mentioning.

With this blow, An Qinghuan will definitely be disabled.

An Qingli was wearing a wishful formation, holding a red lotus bone umbrella to help out, injecting spiritual power into the umbrella, locking onto An Qinghuan, and preparing to suck her blood essence.

An Qinghuan knew that he had encountered a strong enemy, so he didn't dare to think about fighting any more, so he crushed the earth escape talisman and fled immediately.

The huge hammer followed closely, and hit An Qinghuan again on the way to escape.

"boom!"

The ground is torn apart.

An Qinghuan was forced to show up, the soul-hunting formation was destroyed, and then squeezed the teleportation amulet to escape.

"Come back, let's chase!"

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, the Ruyi Chiyan Sword turned into a long stick again. An Qingli held it with one hand, and the long stick was like a gust of wind, carrying its owner An Qingli, and disappeared in the An family's land in the blink of an eye.

The black energy in the clan grounds remained the same, but it also faded a little. The trapped Elder Establishment was freed and fell to the ground weakly.

Just now, they only saw the strong light of high-level talismans bursting, and then the light of fighting skills, a blood-red umbrella, a giant hammer, and a magma-like iron rod.

Especially the sledgehammer, which is so powerful, just hitting the ground at random will create a huge deep hole, comparable to the power of a high-level bursting talisman.

"Who is helping us in the dark?" Amidst the black air, someone asked wearily.Trapped by the soul-absorbing formation, his soul power diminished, and he seemed to be a hundred years old in a few breaths.

Some qi training disciples who stayed outside the clan ground saw that the formation was broken, and rushed to help the formation regardless of life or death.

An Qihu took the elixir, crossed his knees and said weakly: "It was that girl Qingli, and she was also the one who discovered the clue of that evil thing."

"It's Li girl!" Many people were excited, "When did she come back!"

"It was just a day or two ago." An Qihu was tired, but there was joy in his words, "This girl saved our family once again."

Qi training disciples arrived one after another, each supported an elder, and injected spiritual power into their bodies.

In the later stage of foundation establishment, the ancestor became more and more old. After taking the pill, he leaned on a Qi training disciple, looked at the same old patriarch and said, "Let's pass on the word, the real An Qinghuan has already encountered an accident. The possessed An Qinghuan, who helped me settle down before, also had evil intentions and asked the disciples in the clan to avoid and be vigilant."

Those qi training disciples who rushed to hear this happened suddenly, they were shocked and couldn't believe it.

"That's true." All the elders of Jianji confirmed, "That fake An Qinghuan has practiced evil skills and specializes in absorbing soul power. If it weren't for the help of Li girl, what you see at this moment may be old and wizened. corpse."

The qi training disciple was shocked.

But for a moment, An Qinghuan's remarks that he was evil and not a god spread wildly among the An family.

Many people shook their heads in disbelief and took it as a rumor.

How could it be An Qinghuan!

An Qinghuan not only took the lead and helped them deal with the other two families, but also taught the clan members how to draw talismans, so that the clan members had one more ability to save their lives and earn money.

It can't be An Qinghuan!
Absolutely impossible!

Some people don't believe it at all, and some people are half-believing.

However, after looking at the dark spots on the top of the head, and seeing those slightly dull babies, everyone couldn't help but believe it.

"My son!"

Some young mothers cried out in grief and indignation, how could they accept their supposedly smart children and become dull and dull.

Especially those children who have become obviously sluggish. They thought it was born like this, but they didn't want it to be a man-made disaster.

The child's parents were trembling with hatred, as if they were looking for An Qinghuan to die together.

Those mothers with big bellies were also anxious, and they hated that green ring thief in a good man's skin in their hearts!

An Qinghuan, who escaped from the clan's land, pinched the teleportation amulet and came to the downtown area of ​​Tianzi City.

The bustling city seems to be deserted, but there are crowds of people hiding in teahouses or restaurants.

The doors of teahouses and restaurants are closed.

An Qinghuan's spiritual sense searched, found a crowded place, broke the window and broke in.

An Qingli followed closely with an iron rod in hand.

"It came so fast!"

An Qinghuan stood on the second floor of the restaurant, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, surrounded by mortals shaking like chaff.

These mortals were shrouded by An Qinghuan's coercion, and they were all obedient like lambs. They surrounded An Qinghuan obediently and became obedient hostages.

"How do you want it?"

An Qingli was protected by a wishful formation, and supported by a red lotus bone fan, standing on the roof opposite the restaurant like a painting.An Qinghuan's soul was so powerful that she had to guard against her spiritual attack.

"Don't you know yet?" An Qinghuan in men's clothing stood among a group of ants, smiled sinisterly, raised his hand, and a cloud of black energy appeared in the palm of his hand, "Swear to the devil, let me go, otherwise."

Xiao Jintan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly said: "Qingli, that's corpse aura, this fake An Qinghuan is an evil tool for refining corpses."

An Qingli frowned.

Corpse refining?

That's not something the Northern Corpse Demon Sect is good at.

The great demon head of the Northern Corpse Demon Sect possessed An Qinghuan with the three spiritual roots. If he was not desperate, it was the original An Qinghuan, who had hidden secrets in his body.

An Qinghuan looked at An Qingli sullenly. An Qinghuan had seen the wishful formation on An Qingli's body before in a secret place, and she was still very impressed.

An Qingli didn't agree immediately, but only said: "If I let you go, can you guarantee that I won't hurt these mortals and won't cause trouble for An's family anymore."

Fake An Qinghuan bent her lips and smiled: "It's not good for me to kill them. If you let me go, I'll let them go."

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