Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

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

A cold and strange laugh came from the main tomb.

It turned out to be a female voice!
This surprised even An Qingli.

Originally, Queen Shu was Yao Wang's childhood sweetheart, but An Qingli suddenly called "Queen Shu", but it was also to stimulate Yao Wang who was suppressed in the tomb.

Unexpectedly, An Qingli's call did not summon Yao Wang's resentful spirit, but instead summoned the resentful spirit of Queen Shu.

After the cold and strange laugh, there was a shivering sound from the tomb.

"There has never been any Empress Shu, only Prince Yao's Crown Princess Da! This Palace has always been just Crown Princess Da!"

The mustard space was violently ups and downs in the dark wind.

An Qingli put away her surprise, and said as calmly as possible: "Princess Da, right? You are beautiful."

"You..." The sneer stopped for a while, and the Yin Feng also stopped. The woman's voice was a little dazed, and suddenly she became angry again, and she shouted sharply, "Don't think that if you praise me, I will let you You live until the third watch!"

An Qingli continued to praise: "You are indeed beautiful, peaceful and beautiful, untouched by fireworks, like a female Bodhisattva who has nothing to do with the world."

"You...you praise me so much..." The voice of the woman in the tomb froze again, and she suddenly said, "You praise me so much, it makes it difficult for me to deal with it. Yao, you deal with it."

Yao?
Yao Wang?

An Qingli raised her brows, could there be two resentful spirits in this coffin at the same time?

It's hard to deal with even one wraith, how about two?
Xiao Jintan frowned.

The wind is blowing again.

It was even scarier than that gust of wind just now.

This Yao Wang's method is even higher than that of the beautiful queen.

This Yao Wang is the real resentful spirit, with thick black energy in the dark wind, he has committed many murders.

"How do you want to die?"

The black air filled the entire tomb in an instant, and a huge ghost shadow floated above the main tomb chamber, both false and real.

That was a powerful resentful spirit that An Qingli had never encountered before, and the strength of his soul was still higher than that of the Mahayana Black Dragon.

There is a cold air in the mustard space.

This cold air is very similar to the cold air from the netherworld after taking the Hunhun Pill.

The low-level beings in the mustard space groaned uneasy, and hid their figures in fear.

An Qingli bit the bullet and replied: "It's okay to not die. I have no grievances or enmities with you, and I am not the royal family of Wancheng Kingdom, let alone people from Wancheng Kingdom."

"The thief is so poor!" The ghost fluttered in the black air, made a gesture of flicking his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "Where did you come from! If you have a way to break through the space formation here, I can forgive you!" You don't die."

An Qingli's heart sank, and she thought to herself that I still expected you to give me a solution, but you asked me for a solution instead.

However, An Qingli didn't say this out of her mouth, she just said: "I don't have a clue for the time being, please ask Prince Yao for advice."

The ghost snorted coldly, stirring up a more sinister wind, and cursed angrily: "Useless things!"

Little Pegasus stared at the luck on An Qingli's head, but there was a chill in his soul, and he couldn't help cursing silently in his heart, you ghost couple have been trapped for thousands of years, and you haven't found a way to solve it, let alone used things.

Xiao Jintan's soul went to An Qingli Divine Mansion, so that he would not be eroded by the cold air.

An Qingli stood still, quickly sorted out her thoughts, and continued to chat with the huge ghost: "I don't know who set up this big formation, why are the virtuous couple trapped here again?"

The phrase "a good couple" obviously pleased the ghost.

The cloudy wind in the tomb subsided slightly.

In the mustard space, the cold air on the bodies of the little ones eased, and they suddenly felt a little relaxed.

In the picture of the moon banquet, the little tiger was holding a thunderstone as big as a millstone, and he also felt the sudden cold, and crackling thunder and lightning were aroused all over his body. He hurriedly asked An Qingli what was going on.

An Qingli only had a thought, and asked the little tiger to gather with the other little ones for a while, and quickly talked about the tomb of King Yao.

A large space formation, plus two powerful wraiths, Qingli, their family, is patiently trying to deal with each other as much as possible.

"Who set up this array?!"

The past resurfaced vividly, and the ghost was furious again, filling the tomb with a chilly air.

An Qingli's whole body was ignited with a ghostly fire. The fire was not strong, and several small ones immediately moved closer to keep warm.

However, the cold and ghostly aura was very beneficial to An Qingli, and it even obviously helped the cultivation of "Eight Desolation Netherworld Art".

An Qingli's eyes flashed.

Chance!

It is comparable to the chance of the ghosts and butterflies in the Buddha Kingdom.

The resentful spirits of the Mahayana realm and above are actually a great opportunity for the Eight Desolation Netherfire.

Even if it is not superseded, without the power of merit, it is a great opportunity for Nether Fire.

Unexpected joy.

"Yao, don't get angry." The woman's voice quickly comforted her.

Only the woman's voice is heard, but the woman's soul is not seen.

I'm afraid that with that woman's soul power, she won't be able to leave the main tomb.

In the black air, King Yao Hunying said angrily: "It is my father who set up this formation! Father seized his son's wife, framed him, abolished my position as crown prince, forced me to commit suicide, and trapped my husband and wife's soul. I will die a bad death!"

The tomb was more cloudy, and many creatures in the mustard space were in distress. Even Shangshan couldn't help shivering, and Lian Xinzhu was moved by worry.

"It's fine for now."

An Qingli's figure flashed, and she went straight to the sky above the Jiazi space, and with a thought, she took the initiative to attract countless cold ghosts into the Jiazi space, surrounding her.

An Qingli was high in the sky, and when he thought about it again, a huge black fire ignited around him.

The fire was raging.

The blazing black fire, like a black sun, burned violently in the mustard space.

Although the black flame is a bit frightening, it carries a reassuring warmth.

The ghost energy is quickly consumed.

An Qingli held a piece of spiritual marrow in his hand, "The Secret of Rejuvenation of All Things" and "The Secret of the Eight Desolations" were running rapidly at the same time.

The acupoints in the body were quickly opened and filled again.

Therefore, opportunities are indispensable in the journey of cultivating the Tao. Breaking open an acupuncture point in just a few breaths is worth ten years of single-minded penance.

The ghost of King Yao is still wantonly dissipating the cold and ghostly aura, for no other reason, it may be because he has been alone for too long, and he needs to show off his extraordinaryness deliberately.

An Qingli frantically consumed the cold ghost energy, firstly to protect herself, and secondly to seize the opportunity.

If King Yao suddenly retracted into the tomb, it would be rather difficult.

An Qingli was so focused on consuming ghost energy that she didn't bother to talk to her for a while.

The acupuncture points in the body were knocked open one after another.

The ghost confided in the past, but it didn't get An Qingli's support for a long time. Instead, it became tyrannical, and asked An Qingli, who might have been frightened, angrily: "Then what will happen to the old man who robs his wife and kills his son?"

Surrounded by black flames, An Qingli pretended to be cold all over her body, and replied with a trembling voice: "The fate should be bad. As far as I know, none of the previous kings ascended to the upper realm, and they were all buried in the imperial tomb. It should be fine." No."

"It's fine if it's not better! It's fine if it's not better! He deserves to die too. He lost the phoenix seal in a daze and wronged his own son!" Stir out.