Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Xiao Lingxi was curious, why there was no treasure in the tomb, but a large array of power and harm was also laid out.

This space formation is the most powerful formation they have encountered in the past ten years, even more powerful than the fairy enchantment in the imperial city of Wancheng Kingdom.

An Qingli embraced the rhinoceros beast, looked at the completely sealed main tomb, and mused, "Maybe it's also for suppression."

"It's also suppression?" Xiao Lingxi was puzzled.

An Qingli continued: "In the tomb, the coffin is suppressed once, the runes are suppressed again, and the large array of spaces that can enter and exit is added, and then suppressed again. In short, let the people in the coffin, even if they are born as ghosts, You can't get out of this world."

"It doesn't matter if the coffin is full of soul-suppressing nails, even the resentful spirits who may escape are also imprisoned, so that they can't get out of this space formation, so that they can never reincarnate?" Xiao Jintan frowned, "What a big hatred! And taboo, to do such a painstaking thing to prevent him from reincarnation?"

Little Pegasus flicked his bangs worryingly and said: "And this person is still a prince of the royal family. He was not buried in a grand manner, but was suppressed by a rare space array. I don't know how big a mistake he made in his lifetime."

Bingfeng remembered that Yao Wang was mentioned once in the tomb of the beautiful queen a few years ago, and she couldn't help but said: "The person who can refine this space formation is not easy, I am afraid it is not the father of King Yao. Back then That love-hate relationship is sure to be wonderful and tight, how can there be any calm suicide."

"That's right, it's not surprising that when a father seizes a son's wife, the son resents, and the father fears.

With a thought in her mind, An Qingli called Shangshan out of the mustard space.

As soon as Shangshan came out of the mustard space, he immediately entered the space magic weapon he had refined.

An Qingli did an experiment with the little tiger, and sacrificed objects in the mustard space, which can also be regarded as a traceless teleportation.

However, Shangshan directly exited the Jiazi space from the Jinwu space, so he could not see the internal situation of the Jiazi space, and could not discover the existence of the Jiazi space at all.

Not only the existence of the mustard space cannot be found from the inside, but the existence of the mustard space cannot be found from the outside with the cultivation of the above-mentioned Shanhua gods.

I just know that there is a high-level magic weapon by my side, but I don't know where it is.

"Li Daoyou, take a good look." An Qingli urged Lian Xinzhu.

"As ordered."

Shangshan answered with a smile, holding the Lianxin Bead in his hand, and released his spiritual consciousness to probe out of the space magic weapon he had refined.

The spiritual consciousness of the cultivator who transforms the spirit can completely cover the interior of this tomb.

However, with his spiritual sense, he could see the inner wall of the tomb, but he still couldn't touch the inner wall of the tomb.

It's always just a little bit short, no matter how you extend your spiritual consciousness, it seems to have penetrated into the vast void.

The spiritual consciousness spread out in all directions, and the result was the same.

A complete space array.

Of course, it is not through the formation of the formation flag, but the complete refinement of this tomb into an existence similar to a space magic weapon. It is extremely difficult to break through the formation.

All tyrannical methods will be invisible when they are close to the edge of the formation.

Shangshan withdrew all of his consciousness, and put another ray of consciousness into the closed main tomb.

The main tomb is arched, upside down on the ground, and can be touched by the divine sense.

As for the things in the main tomb, Shangshan's spiritual sense can't penetrate it yet, but it has already been known through An Qingli.

The coffin covered with soul-suppressing nails and the room full of soul-suppressing talismans were eerie and gloomy, making one's scalp tingle and back cold, which could affect the mind of the Nascent Soul cultivator, making it extremely uncomfortable.

In the entire tomb, only the main tomb has the weakest space extension, almost none, which may be the eye of the big formation.

If you want to break the formation, you must destroy the formation eye.

But those people who came here thousands of years ago may not have thought of this method, but the strange thing is that the main tomb is still intact.

"Qingli, what do you think?" Shangshan held the Lianxin Bead in his hand and discussed with An Qingli.

An Qingli pondered and said: "This tomb should have been attacked, but there is no trace of being attacked. Either it can repair itself, or it is..."

At this point, An Qingli's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately called Shangshan back to the Golden House space, and then continued: "Either the main tomb will take the initiative to counterattack if it is threatened, and it is almost a one-shot counterattack. The intruder has no chance of harming the main tomb."

"A one-shot counterattack?" Xiao Lingxi's eyes were full of worry, "Could it be something in that coffin..."

An Qingli nodded, and said in a deep voice, "It should be."

Little Pegasus looked at the luck on Qingli's head, and said anxiously: "Then master, do you want to try?"

An Qingli nodded: "Of course I have to try. Shangshan has explored it before, there is no other way, and we can't just sit and wait for death, so we can only take a risk."

There was an instant silence in the mustard space.

The few little ones looked anxiously at the strangely sealed main tomb, following An Qingli's line of sight, regardless of whether they could see outside or not.

Now it feels bad.

It's like jumping down resolutely knowing that there is a dead end in a fire pit ahead.

But who made Qingli of their family think so much at once, and estimated the result before making a move.

Sometimes not knowing so much can make you feel better.

A few little hearts raised their throats, and the little Pegasus looked at the luck on An Qingli's head, not daring to relax at all.

After a while, something jumped out of the main tomb, no one knew about it, and Bingfeng didn't even see through the contents of the coffin.

Maybe it's the white ****?

Or maybe a black corpse?

Or is it a resentful spirit in the Mahayana realm, breathing out a breath of resentment, can make the mustard space be infected with a ghostly cold air?

At the beginning, the smelting fire could heat the space of mustard seeds, so it might not be impossible to change into a wraith in the Mahayana realm.

Moreover, resentment lives for a long time, and it is not necessarily impossible to enter the Mahayana state before death, and to advance to the immortal stage after death.

In the mustard space, An Qingli wore the high-level Buddhist relic in his hand, calmed down, and estimated the consequences, but he didn't do anything, and only said first: "Excuse me."

"Ok?"

The little ones looked at An Qingli in amazement.

They thought that Qingli would throw a stack of talismans out without saying a word, and blow up the tomb of King Yao, but they didn't expect to speak out first.

"What kind of operation is this?" Xiao Lingxi asked Xiao Jintan with his eyes wide open.

Putting away the surprised little Jintan, he waved his small golden feather fan, and said in a deep thought: "Rite first, then soldier. Hmm... and it's Qingli's specialty to save vengeful spirits."

"Oh." Xiao Lingxi suddenly realized, remembering those days in the Buddha Kingdom.

An Qingli held a few talismans in her hands, and said again: "Excuse me."

However, the main tomb was still quiet and unresponsive.

An Qingli lowered her eyebrows, and suddenly changed her tune: "Queen Shu."

Sure enough, as soon as these three characters fell, the whole tomb was immediately filled with gloomy winds, and the mustard space was like a flat boat, floating and sinking in the vast sea.

The beautiful queen was the queen Shu who was buried in the crystal coffin.

Shu represents beauty, the ruler of the country at that time, a good name granted by the emperor.

The wind was blowing, and the entire tomb was flying sand and stones.

A cold and strange laugh came from the main tomb.