Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Even though he couldn't see in the dark, An Qingli glanced at the half-remaining smelting fire.

Little Fireman is very good, he grew up with her for so many years, and his ability to draw big cakes has grown up rapidly with her.

Artifact?

Even An Qingli only thought of ascending, but the little fire man had already thrown out the "artifact" as bait, and he really had the ability to surpass others.

The little fire man seemed to sense An Qingli's praise, and proudly spun a few times in mid-air.

Outside the mustard space, half of the smelting fire was not empty talk, but with the permission of the owner, An Qingli, he deliberately brought a few magic weapons that were being smelted, and showed them to the Haotian stone book proudly.

"I have the supernatural power of mutation, and I can advance the magic weapon." The smelting fire is like a little tiger possessing him, arrogantly and showing off, "And I follow the master, advance quickly, and I am still in the lower realm, I can Smelt it into a second-grade fairy weapon. How about it? Do you want to follow me and the master to the sky, go to get more treasures, and advance to the divine weapon?"

There was silence in the darkness.

Suddenly, the stone wall trembled violently, making a loud buzzing sound.

The darkness receded, and the light reappeared.

A gigantic ancient stone book stood firmly in the center of the entire tomb.

A strong sense of heaviness and oppression is oncoming.

The entire tomb seemed to be stained gray by this stone book.

In a trance, there is still a prehistoric atmosphere, but in a vague way, it also carries the meaning of eternity.

Three hundred thousand years is a very long time, even for monks, and for the entire Bianlan world.

This is something older than Tianyunzong and Huayanzong combined.

Only high-level immortal artifacts can exist in this world forever.

An Qingli manipulated the Jiezi space, opened up the vertical passage before exiting, and went directly opposite the stone book.

The crimson half of the smelting fire excitedly chased after it.

It's actually a fifth-rank fairy weapon!

It really is something that can only be found in the upper realm.

Moreover, the things in the upper realm cannot be completely measured by grades, each has its own use, and there are checks and balances of mutual generation and restraint in it.

An Qingli calmed down, looked at this fairy artifact that had disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, and before discussing the subjugation, he first said: "You can release the black taro first."

The huge stone book flipped a page lightly.

The next moment, an extremely foul smell immediately filled the entire tomb.

Fortunately, An Qingli couldn't smell it in the mustard space, and the smelting fire hadn't turned into a human form, and she didn't have a sense of smell, so she couldn't smell the stench that was overwhelming.

"I'm suffering." With a thought in his heart, An Qingli took the withered black corpse konjac into the mustard space, held his breath, set up an isolation restriction, and operated the "All Things Rejuvenation", and immediately injected spiritual power into the black corpse konjac.

"The Jue of Rejuvenation of All Things" has reached a high level, and in terms of recovery, it is comparable to alchemy.

Furthermore, "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things" is extremely useful for the recovery of plants and trees, almost immediately, and when it is advanced, it can also help people and beasts restore their lost vitality!

A disguised Resurrection Pill, but the premise is that the other party still has a breath.

Surging spiritual power flowed into the whole body of the black corpse konjac, like rain and dew, nourishing the withered flowers and leaves of the black corpse konjac.

The black corpse konjac finally turned around from the dying state, and turned into a human form, blinking excitedly and gratefully at An Qingli.

I really found a treasure!

This ninth rank master of alchemy actually hides such a powerful skill, he really serves him so that his whole body feels comfortable.

An Qingli learned what the black corpse Konjac was thinking, and seeing the disgusting salivation at the corners of his mouth, he frowned slightly, kicked up, and kicked into the moon feast picture.

It's just that the whole body stinks, hands and feet are stinky, and outside is waiting to talk to Haotian Shishu, An Qingli immediately casts the dust purification technique on herself, and changes into new clothes from the inside out before talking to Shishu. book starts talking

"I've been waiting for a long time, I saved that black flower." An Qingli explained, and then began to formally invite, "I am only two hundred years old, and I am already a master of alchemy in the ninth rank, and I have been promoted to the alchemy rank of the immortal." Teacher, it is also just around the corner. Are you willing to follow me, be used by me, and return to the fairy world together?"

The Haotian stone book remained motionless, only an extremely old voice suddenly sounded in the empty tomb: "Say your name."

A young woman's voice responded generously, "An Qingli."

"An Qingli? Safe and sound An, livid green, the fence's fence?"

"Exactly."

The pages of the Haotian Stone Book were flipped quickly, and when they came to the title page, there was a flash of inspiration on it, and the three powerful characters "An Qingli" were engraved immediately.

"I can give you a drop of my heart, and you are the new owner of this book." The old voice said cautiously, "But before that, you need to swear that no matter what, this book will not be intentionally damaged or let Your strange fire devoured this book as an advanced material."

An Qingli smiled, and gave birth to a spiritual thing. If it was her servant again, how could she kill it actively.

With the master-servant contract, she could bear the nausea to save such a stinky black taro, let alone the spirit of the fifth-grade fairy weapon.

Besides, if a fairy weapon is born into a spirit, it can fight independently, has a wider room for growth, and has great potential. How can she be willing to use it as a material to refine it.

"Before I swear not to hurt you, I also want you to swear that you want my blood, without any malice, and it is purely used to recognize the master and form a contract."

There was a smile in the old voice: "You girl, you are a little too cautious."

An Qingli said calmly: "When I read that treasures recognize their masters, although high-level artifacts devour their masters, although they are rare, they have to be guarded against. After all, a monk's blood is precious and can be used to do many evil things. thing."

For example, high-level weapon spirits, borrowing the efforts of monks, forcibly occupy the body of monks and do things like seizing houses.

The old voice said: "There is a little ink on my body."

An Qingli looked at the thick stone book, and said modestly: "It's just fur, how can it compare with you."

"That's true." The old voice was full of pride, "I was personally forged by the God of Haotian, and I specially collected all the things in the world for the upper world."

Haotian God?

There is no record in Bianlan Realm, and Xiao Jintan and Bingfeng didn't appear in the memory of inheritance.

However, to be able to forge such a fairy book, the God of Haotian is indeed a remarkable figure.

"Please swear first." An Qingli said calmly, not being too much influenced by the Haotian God.

After the good things are confirmed to be safe, let's talk about them first. As for the secrets behind them, it's not too late to explore them afterwards.

As for the God Realm, it was indeed a more mysterious existence than the Immortal Realm, and An Qingli hadn't even touched the gate of the Immortal Realm.

You can think about things that are too far away, but you don't have to worry about it. The most important thing is to walk the road well and grasp the current opportunity.

"Looking at your potential and character, it's okay for the old man to express his sincerity first."