Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Haotian Shishu really fell asleep as soon as he said it.

Originally, he was awakened from his lethargy by the black corpse konjac, and was moved by An Qingli and the smelting fire, and then spent some effort to form a bond with An Qingli.

It is also because there is no immortal power in the lower realm, so it cannot support this damaged immortal weapon.

"What is this?" Little Pegasus shook his bangs and sighed, "There are peerless treasures, but you want to put them on the shelf, and spend a lot of effort to invite an old ancestor to offer them?"

Xiao Jintan said with joy: "Meeting is fate. The mustard space is also a damaged fairy artifact. When it meets Qingli, it is saved by Qingli."

Bingfeng is still calm: "It's not necessarily a good or bad relationship."

This stone book is really a stone book, and there is a big secret hidden behind it. Maybe Qingli has to read it page by page to know everything.

"That's true. Anyway, when Qingli made a contract with me, he didn't expect me to be so feeble, and you, Bingfeng, too. Back then, you were a little bird who was starving and couldn't tell the species."

Xiao Jintan laughed out loud, and then said solemnly: "However, something that attracts the covetousness of the immortals in the upper realm is indeed a good thing that is hard to keep in the lower realm. Just look at the black taro."

The wilting black taro is still in the picture of the moon banquet, waiting eagerly for the alchemist master to serve him. It really envies little Jin Tan, who has always had An Qingli.

What kind of rejuvenation technique can make all the plants and trees come rushing to him.

But An Qingli is the only person in the lower realm who can cultivate "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things" to such a high level.

An Qingli did not participate in the discussion, and took the initiative to operate the Rejuvenation Art to restore her state to the best, and then manipulated the mustard space to come to the mountain-like pile of spiritual stones.

On the surface, this spiritual stone pile was used as a funeral, but it was actually used to support the damaged Haotian stone book.

Otherwise, Haotian Stone Book would not only care about these spirit stones.

Although these spirit stones are not as useful as immortal energy, they still have to be had.

The Haotian stone book longed for immortal power, so An Qingli, who had great potential and might be able to make alchemy to ascend, was moved.

And An Qingli has also read the title page of the stone book, which is the page with her name on it.

It turned out that the prince in the tomb was the reincarnation of Haotian Shishu Qiling, but things went against his wishes. Although the reincarnated Qiling regained his memory, he had five spiritual roots with extremely poor spiritual roots.

I really want to plant flowers but not bloom.

The prince had no hope of ascension, so he had to use secret methods to snatch the Haotian stone book from the upper realm to the lower realm, and was punished by thunder.

Alas, Qi spirit returned to Shishu, but the spirit and body of Qi became more and more weak, and on top of being quite old, he suffered another serious illness.

Then I met An Qingli who broke into the tomb, and said that he could take it back to the upper realm through the alchemy way, and continue to recuperate without restraint.

As for the people buried in this tomb, the prince had clearly expressed his refusal when he was still alive, but the old lord believed that the prince was reincarnated from an immortal, and couldn't bear to neglect him, so he personally covered his coffin and sent it to the tomb.

An Qingli looked at the mountains of spiritual stones, and with a thought, he moved the black taro to a low-grade space magic weapon, and then thought of removing the bad smell inside and outside the moon feast map before holding the moon feast map In his hand, he showed it to the mountain-like spirit stone.

The mountain of spirit stones disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving behind an empty tomb.

Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi opened their eyes again, and carefully searched the slightly crude tomb. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space to leave the place.

As soon as he got out of the tomb, Lian Xinzhu in An Qingli's dantian rang.

It's a message from Shangshan, asking how well you can be.

Asked more than once.

Most of these high-standard tombs have high-level isolation restrictions, and only through specific communication jade slips can they communicate with each other.

So not long ago in the tomb, Lian Xinzhu didn't move abnormally.

But An Qingli and Shangshan have a bond of one heart, which can sense each other's emotions, and can also determine the approximate location of both parties.

Shang Shan sensed An Qingli's pain, so he sent the news continuously, but An Qingli's soul card was not damaged, and even though he was tortured, his mind was calm and composed, so Shang Shan accepted it, and did not reach the emperor. Tomb to find.

Now that An Qingli just came out of the prince's tomb, Shangshan sensed that An Qingli was out of trouble, and immediately sent another summons.

"Return?" Shangshan asked calmly, and then he and all the ancestors destroyed a large formation in Zhu's family.

If An Qingli ventured into the imperial mausoleum alone, she gained a lot, and Shangshan and the ancestors were not bad.

The good things used by living people are not less than those buried in the ground, and Zhou's, Zhu's family, which one is not a big family with a history of [-] years.

These ancestors who came to Bianlan Realm in the first wave really reaped a lot. Some of them had family sects behind them, and they directly sent what they got back to the family sect for safekeeping.

Many high-ranking monks in Bianlan Realm were jealous and clamored to come, but unfortunately, there was a bloodthirsty formation blocking them, so they couldn't get the first share of the pie.

Feng Yin, whose cultivation level is not high, can see the soul body, has made great achievements several times, and also obtained a lot of good things, which are temporarily kept by the sect.

As for Wuling, it gets a share, and Shangshan gets another share as a formation master, and he can't stop smiling from ear to ear.

An Qingli was tempted, and after reading several messages from Lianxinzhu, her heart warmed up, and she replied: "Later."

Shangshan closed his eyelashes, caught up with a fleeing mid-stage God Transformation, and fought with him.

Cultivators are not afraid of death, but if they become someone who cares about them, they will inevitably worry. Shangshan finally understands Mu Sheng's mood back then, especially the terrible mood when he scolded "sinister".

However, every monk has his own path, just like An Qingli will not stop him from taking the risk of fighting on the lower level.

In the mid-stage of transformation, Shangshan was forced to rush around, his eyes showed despair and fear, in front of Shangshan, there was no peerless beauty, but an evil beast wearing a beauty's skin.

In the sky above Zhu's capital, there was a great chaos in the dark sky, and the fight was inextricable.

The side of Bian Lanjie was happy, but Zhu's family became more and more frightened as they fought. They attributed the reason to the fact that Bianlan's side had a Mahayana period to fight.

An Qingli manipulated Jiezi and continued to walk around the imperial mausoleum.

The Haotian Stone Book is not available for the time being, An Qingli takes the black taro as a forward, and shuttles around the imperial mausoleum.

White luck is still the bottom line, and black luck is immediately avoided.

Even though he knew that black luck meant immortal artifacts and talismans, An Qingli didn't get greedy.

Maybe it's because some treasures are good, but An Qingli is not the one who is destined, so An Qingli is willing to be happy.

With the black taro leading the battle, An Qingli made a big harvest again, and went to take another look at the tomb of the first emperor.

The huge tomb town beast is still daunting.

The black luck still hovered over An Qingli's head.

"I can't go, I can't go." The mustard space has already retreated, and the little Pegasus sighed with bright gray bangs, "It is indeed the tomb of the first emperor for [-] years, and no one dares to disturb it."