Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 305

The national teacher's face was pale and ferocious, and the blood in his body was pouring into the red lotus bone umbrella, but he couldn't break free from the magic weapon's light curtain. Are you an evil cultivator, or am I an evil cultivator?"

An Qingli urged the red lotus bone fan again, making the red lotus bone fan spin more rapidly, but said indifferently: "In my place, there is no distinction between good and evil methods in dealing with the enemy, only good and evil in actions. You have done too much evil , go on your way with peace of mind."

The national teacher was shrouded in a dazzling red light, unwilling to roar: "I curse!"

Before the national teacher could spit out the rest of the words, the fourth-level Thunderwing Tiger rushed forward and bit off the national teacher's neck.

The speed was extremely fast, the moment before the national teacher died, his eyes widened, and he saw clearly this two-winged monster that was rarely seen in the cultivation world.

"Curse or something, don't say it." Lei Yihu snorted, looking at the disgusting head of the national teacher, "Although your curse will not come true, it will not be good if it hits my master."

An Qingli took the red lotus bone and fanned it into the dantian.

Lei Yihu pulled off the storage bags of the national teacher, and also the storage bags of those evil cultivators, and skillfully kicked their bodies together. Then, An Qingli put his fingers together and cast a sparking spell. Burn the corpses of these evil cultivators.

"Guo Guoshi is dead"

On the tower in the distance, many people hid behind the high city wall, shivering.

What did they just see?
Saw the gods fighting!
Flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, spells fly together, black air surrounds, red light fills the sky, you come and go.

An Qingli flew high in the air on a thunderwing tiger and looked down at the towers of the two countries. The two countries had been at war for several years, and the people in the city were starved of food and clothing, and there was even a tragedy of exchanging children for food.

This would not be the case if there were no wars.

"Daxian!"

The generals on the towers on both sides knelt down in fear.

"There are gods standing three feet above your head, let your emperor do it for himself."

An Qingli said calmly, and continued to go up on the Thunderwing Tiger.

The two Dujie Patriarchs waited on the clouds, and led An Qingli, who was injured on the right cheek, to the misty forest.

Before they arrived, however, several waves of people had arrived ahead of them.

The first wave is the Yuanying Patriarch of the Li family.

The Li family received a message from their own disciples that it was a high-level fog spirit found in the misty forest, and they were both panicked and happy.

The panic is that the group of disciples who entered the jungle may lose all of them, including the two Jindan elders, as well.

The good news is that if he can take down the Wu Ling first, he will sell it for a good price, maybe he will get Ningying Pill in exchange, and the family will go up to the next level with one more Nascent Soul cultivator.

Back then, the Li family grew from a small family of five, relying on the Misty Mountains, to accumulate step by step, and then developed into a third-rate family with thousands of people.

Therefore, the only ancestor in the early Yuanying period of the Li family brought enough magic tools and talismans, and rushed over excitedly, wanting to take down the high-level Wuling first.

However, before he could get closer, he found a Thunderwing Tiger, which suddenly went down, then went up, and then went down again.

Then I heard a tiger roar, and after hearing the tiger roar, I immediately asked "Is there anyone?"

my darling!
The ancestor of the Yuanying of the Li family shuddered.

Uncle Tiger who crossed the Tribulation Realm is here!

He is a little Nascent Soul, how dare he snatch food from his mouth, and he still snatches food from Tian Yunzong, so he returned to his family in despair, and ordered the patriarch to immediately activate the clan protection array, saying that the foggy forest was going to be chaotic, Inevitably there will be a fierce battle.

As for the disciples of the Li family who were trapped in the jungle, if Tian Yunzong came forward, they would probably be able to get out alive.

If that Uncle Tiger is a member of the Tianyin Sect, then it's not necessarily true. The reputation and prestige of the Tianyin Sect is going from bad to worse because of those evil cultivators who bully others.

After the Yuanying of the Li family left the stage, the second wave of people also came. They were the two ancestors of the Tianyin Sect.

"Why are you here to join in the fun?" Uncle Hu put his hands behind his back, very displeased.

The two Dujie patriarchs of the Tianyin Sect said with a smile: "Take my disciples back to the sect."

"He's right there, why don't you leave when you receive it?" Uncle Hu snorted.

The two ancestors of the Tianyin Sect who had crossed the catastrophe flicked their sleeves and put the four of Xiao Chengzhi into their sleeves. They had no intention of leaving at all, and still smiled: "There is still a female disciple who has not been rescued, so I can't leave for the time being."

"The skin is thicker than that of a tiger." Uncle Tiger looked contemptuous.

"Where, there is no owner in this foggy jungle. Everyone can come and go, and it is the same everywhere." The two ancestors of Tianyin Sect were confident, and the old mother of Beiqiu looked at Shangshan and smiled, "You gods Yunzong is very powerful now, don't use his power to overwhelm others."

"That makes sense!"

At this time, the third wave of people arrived again.

He is also a member of the Tianyin Sect, because he heard that Shangshan made a bet with Wu Ling and would invite three Dujie ancestors to be his helpers, so the Tianyinzong sent three more Dujie ancestors to the scene.

"What are you doing here again?" Uncle Hu blew out his beard in anger.

Then the three Dujie Patriarchs laughed and said: "It's not taboo to watch the excitement, we just came to see the excitement."

The woman under the pear tree was very displeased, there were too many people watching the excitement.

Especially the old woman of the Yinzong that day, what was she doing staring at Shangshan so lewdly!

Whether it wins or loses, Shangshan is its man.

Wu Ling was angry, the white mist moved, and suddenly formed a big mouth, and slammed at the sad autumn mother.

Beiqiu's old mother was startled, before the white mist touched her cheek, she flashed back.

However, it is all white mist here.

The figure of the mournful old mother was still dodging, several white mist slaps suddenly came from all directions.

The sound of "papapa" suddenly sounded.

Beiqiu's old mother was forced to show up, her cheeks were red and swollen, she jumped up helplessly, out of the thick white mist, she paused in mid-air.

When this layer of white mist came out, the Wuling had nothing to do with Beiqiu's old mother for a while.

In fact, there is also a way, that is to insist on catching up, but it may expose yourself, lose the bet, and become a slave to Shangshan.

The master-servant contract is strict, and the servant must not violate the master's wishes, nor even have his own thoughts, otherwise he will suffer backlash.

In other words, if you become a servant of Shangshan, you can only stare at Shangshan and drool in the future, and if you want to kiss Fangze, it can only be delusional.

The old mother of Beiqiu in the early stage of crossing the catastrophe touched her red and swollen cheeks, but she was not angry. The Shangshan Yuanyang has not been lost. If it is cultivated to the state of transformation and returned to her, maybe it can help her break through again. Small steps.

With such a huge opportunity, how could he let that bloodless thing get his hands on it.

Therefore, Beiqiu's old mother also wanted to give that Wuling countless big mouths.

"Come down!" Wu Ling took Wu Xingyun's body, wearing An Qingjin's robe to provoke.

An Qingjin had already come to his senses, lay cross-legged on the ground, gritted his teeth, and glared at Wu Xingyun in front of him.

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