Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 304 Gambling

"Huh?" Duo Ze was a little surprised, but also a little grateful. He didn't expect that Shangshan would do such a risky move for his apprentice.

But immediately after, Lord Shanzhen looked into the white mist and said seriously: "However, I also have conditions. If you successfully find your hiding place within half a month, you will make a vow of gods and demons, and you will be my lord forever."

"Eh, it's so big?" Lei Yihu was surprised.

Shang Shan smiled and nodded.

Zhenjun Duoze breathed a sigh of relief, it was only reasonable for Shangshan to have such a request.

This fog spirit is powerful, and if used properly, it can even trap a tribulation.

Bai Wu was silent, and no one responded for a while.

"Why, dare not?" Shangshan said again.

The woman under the pear tree pushed An Qingjin aside, dressed in pear petals, stood up and thought to herself.

No matter what, she can stay by Shangshan's side, and it seems that she doesn't suffer any disadvantages.

Shangshan looks good, it is really beautiful and seductive.

Ever since, another sweet laugh came from the white mist: "Then we have to set the rules first, just the three of you, for half a month, you are not allowed to ask anyone else or any monsters for help."

Shangshan Zhenjun said: "Bring three more people, and the time limit can be shortened by half."

"This"

Wu Ling retreated a little. If the Thunder Winged Tiger of the Mahayana realm was found, and the thunder and lightning were released, the thick fog could be chopped off without a trace, then it wouldn't be able to hide at all.

Shangshan suddenly understood Wu Ling's concern: "I don't bother the Patriarch of the Mahayana Realm, but only the Patriarch of the Crossing Tribulation Realm."

"Does this count?" Wu Ling confirmed with a voice, and it still doesn't see the eyesight of Transcending Tribulation Realm.

What's more, these two people and Yihu also said just now that the eyes of Transcending Tribulation Realm are already the top illusion-breaking objects in this world.

"Do the math." Shangshan said, "Just ask the monks below the Mahayana realm to find your hiding place within seven days. If you succeed, I will be at your disposal. If you lose, you will recognize me as master. Dare to swear no ?”

"If you dare to play, I dare to accompany you." In the white mist, the woman rose up in the wind, bent her long snow-white legs, and sat on the floating petal swing. "Swear, just swear, anyway, with you by my side, I won't suffer no matter what."

The two made an oath one after another, and the way of heaven is the witness.

An Qingjin, who fell on the ground, gradually recovered his eyesight.

In the dense fog, Xiao Wuhuo was very depressed. The good thing he was looking for was being stepped in by Tian Yunzong.

But when the Thunder Wing Tiger roared and appeared, they had already notified the Zongmen.

This Wuling is really a treasure, and no one can be cheap to the people of Tian Yunzong.

"Which three tribulation ancestors do you want to ask for help?" Zhenjun Duoze asked Shangshan through voice transmission.

Maybe I will invite the good master, Patriarch Qi Che. Patriarch Qi Che is in the late stage of crossing the tribulation, and his combat power and eyesight are amazing.

In addition, there is the ancestor Qi Wu of the earth spirit root, who is also a person who is like a sea god needle in the sect in the later stage of the tribulation.

True Monarch Shangshan lowered his eyes, ignored An Qingli and said, "During the battle with Huayan Zongzong, Patriarch Qi Min had extraordinary eyesight, please ask him to come and help."

"Old Patriarch Qi Min?" Duo Ze Shenjun was a little surprised, but seeing that Shangshan had already made a decision, he stopped talking.

Shangshan sent a message back to the Zongmen.

The sect immediately notified the two patriarchs Qi Min and Qi Gao who were traveling abroad.

"Shangshan is a big game, and he gambles on himself." Patriarch Qi Min sipped his wine, looked at An Qingli who was fighting bloody bottom, and said with a smile, "If the fat and water don't flow into the field of outsiders, you can't take advantage of the sect." Other female disciples, let's go back and have a look after the battlefield is cleaned up."

Underneath, An Qingli was fighting a group of evil cultivators.

The reason is that an evil cultivator turned into an old Taoist priest and became a national teacher of a country, and then brought his disciples and grandchildren to stir up wind and rain in the court, and even provoked a war with another country.

The war between the two countries resulted in countless deaths and injuries, and it was the blessed place for those evil cultivators to use the resentment of corpses to cultivate.

An Qingli turned into an old Taoist priest and rushed to the battlefield to save him, and ran into this group of evil cultivators.

At first, the group of evil cultivators thought that An Qingli was on the same path as them.

However, An Qingli is different, other evil cultivators are little by little, slowly attracting those corpse auras into the body, and slowly refining those corpse auras.

But An Qingli is not, as soon as An Qingli came up, he took out the ghost banner, read the magic formula, urged the ghost banner, and quickly cleared up all the grievances in the place.

"Fellow Daoist, you gobble up food as soon as you come, are you kind?"

A group of evil cultivators were furious and surrounded An Qingli, not only wanting to kill the ruthless man who appeared suddenly, but also snatching the ghost banner from An Qingli's hand by the way.

The magic weapon ghost banner is a good thing that countless evil cultivators covet.

About four hundred years ago, in an unremarkable third-rate sect in the north, an evil cultivator did not hesitate to ruthlessly deal with his own sect and stole the treasure of the sect.

Now this treasure fell into the hands of An Qingli, and An Qingli was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment at this time, so the group of evil cultivators began to hunt for the treasure.

We are outnumbered.

In the middle of the battle, the national division in the late foundation establishment period also joined the battle.

The national teacher specially asked for orders to come to the front line to supervise the battle, and when he received a message from his disciples, saying that the magic weapon, the ghost banner, had appeared, he hurried over.

Most of these evil cultivators are casual cultivators. An evil magic weapon is already a top-level good thing in their eyes, and it is worth their lives to accompany it.

An Qingli fought fiercely with the national teacher.

Although the cultivation base of the national teacher is a little higher than that of An Qingli, he is a cultivator.

Xiexiu advances quickly, but his foundation is not solid. In terms of combat power alone, he is slightly inferior to monks of the same level. What's more, An Qingli is not an ordinary mid-stage foundation-building monk.

Even though it was a small battle, An Qingli had the upper hand.

The national teacher was frightened, knowing that he encountered a difficult stubble, in order to survive, he had to use secret methods, making strange handprints with his hands, and chanting evil mantras.

In the place of corpses, a bloody wind suddenly raged, and the chests of the disciples and grandchildren who were still alive suddenly burst open, and a steady stream of blood poured into the body of the national teacher.

With the influx of blood, the cultivation base of the national teacher continued to rise, and he was about to break through to the realm of fake alchemy.

"Master, don't!" Someone clutched his chest and yelled in pain, but the blood in his body kept pouring towards the national teacher.

An Qingli squinted her eyes. It turned out that the group of disciples and grandchildren that the national teacher had taken in was nothing more than a mobile blood bank supported by the national teacher.

"Haha, little old man, are you fighting with me? Why do you fight with me?" The national teacher laughed wildly, drawing several streams of blood into his body, enjoying the pleasure of a sudden rise in cultivation, as if in this world, he had no It's like an opponent.

With a thought in his heart, An Qingli suddenly sacrificed the red lotus bone fan.

The red lotus bone fan suddenly opened and turned around in mid-air, several streams of blood were cut off, and turned towards the red lotus bone umbrella.

Even the blood in the national teacher's body was uncontrollable, and it continued to flow to the red lotus bone umbrella.

　Reward, monthly ticket recommendation ticket, red bean, collection, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)