Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 760 The Paper Man

Several Mahayana practitioners collected their minds, and were accepted into the finger space by Shangshan, and then received by An Qingli into the golden room space.

Xiao Jintan sits in Anqingli Shrine.

An Qingli looked at those golden things, and let them be placed here for no reason, especially the Mahayana real dragon that was painted with gold paint.

An Qingli is very familiar with the matter of taking treasures.

An Qingli would unceremoniously sweep up those who could be included in the mustard space.

But in a short while, the palace hall, which was still shining with golden light and incomparable luxury just now, became like being robbed.

It was indeed a robber, or an unusually fierce robber.

The hall is full of good things, and little Jintan likes gold, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the goose has plucked its hair.

Xiao Jintan's eyes were full of golden light, and he was a little bit happy from ear to ear.

The pillars inserted deep into the ground are still there, and so is the real dragon wrapped around the pillars.

That real dragon is a water-attribute black dragon, but for the sake of harmonious color, the surface of its body was painted with a layer of gold paint.

A wooden puppet came out of the mustard space. Under the control of An Qingli's mind, he hugged the pillar with both arms, ready to pull out the weeping willow upside down, and pulled out the pillar and the real dragon together.

Who would have thought that the pillar had just loosened.

A gust of wind, accompanied by ghostly screams, resounded in this empty tomb.

An Qingli's heart moved, and he hurriedly brought the real dragon and the wooden puppet into the mustard space.

Almost at the moment when the real dragon entered the space, a pale face with a sinister smile appeared suddenly.

Upon closer inspection, it was not just a human face.

But a complete human skin.

The skin on the chest and back is all there, and they are still tightly attached together, and the skin on the limbs and head is also there, and they are also flatly attached to one place.

A real paper man!

In other words, a paper man in the true sense!

It was like being sucked dry of the essence, blood and flesh in the body by a monster of life, turning into a piece of skin completely.

And there is not just one paper man, but two, three... ten, hundred, thousand... densely packed, more and more, coming here quickly like a wave.

Soon, the mustard space was surrounded by these densely packed paper men.

Little Pegasus felt his scalp numb again, leaning against the divine beast Bingfeng, begging for comfort and appeasement.

Countless cardboard figurines floated faintly in mid-air, with a series of eerie laughter from their mouths, as if they were looking for prey.

"Okay... so scary!" Little Lingxi also ran to Bingfeng's gorgeous blue feathers, begging for comfort.

The eighth-level Thunderwing Tiger cheered up and said proudly: "Master, please fight, little tiger!"

Today's little Huzi is not the little Huzi of that year, but the Thunderwing Tiger in the later stage of the tribulation.

An Qingli wiped the tiger's head, first put a ball of black fire out of the mustard space, and tested the depth of these ghosts.

"boom!"

A mass of black fire blazed, and the cardboard figures within a hundred meters nearby instantly disappeared.

"Hey, these paper men are just as capable as moths?" For a while, the little tiger looked down on those bluffing ghosts.

But the little Pegasus said stubbornly: "Where is my ability so small? I don't even look at the terrifying existence of the master's current Nether Fire. You, who are flesh and blood in the tribulation realm, are also unburned when you encounter the master's black fire. It can't last more than three breaths."

Little Huzi gave Little Pegasus a look, but he had to admit that what Little Pegasus said was the truth.

Mahayana realm combined with sky-level kungfu, especially the fire-attribute kungfu with such a strong lethality, is simply terrifying.

This fire-attribute exercise was obtained by the ancestor of the An family by accident. It comes from the ancient times millions of years ago, and it has a wild atmosphere.

It is attributed to Tianyun sect's heaven-level exercises because Tianyun sect's classification of exercises is only up to the sky rank.

In fact, the more you practice this exercise, the more powerful it becomes.

An Qingli herself has noticed that her fire-attribute kung fu is better than the water-attribute sky-level kung fu practiced by Shang Shan.

The more you practice to the back, the more the gap will appear.

However, Shangshan got the space to pull his fingers, and there are many extinct ancient exercises hidden in it.

Therefore, Shangshan has no shortage of cultivation methods at all, and specially selected a few excellent fire-attribute and wood-attribute exercises, and gave them to his Taoist companions.

An Qingli also knew the truth that she couldn't chew too much. After accepting those exercises, she roughly read them a few times. After gaining some new insights, she put them aside for the time being and didn't go through them again.

Relying on this sky-high fire attribute skill, An Qingli killed all directions.

Although there are many paper men.

But the mustard space is dedicated to dense places, and when it reaches dense places, it will put a black fire.

Those cardboard figurines who burned so eeriely screamed and yelled, which seemed inexplicably joyful.

These cardboard people were real people before, and they must have fallen into such a sad situation because of some kind of magic.

Don't look at them as light and thin as paper, but they are actually full of corpse poison and corpse gas. Once contaminated, it will definitely not be easy.

Moreover, there are still souls hidden inside these paper men, the living souls of people, so they have been staying in this tomb for many years, and have never been reincarnated.

Xiao Jintan solemnly recited the scriptures for salvation.

An Qingli also wears relics on her wrists, and while emitting ghost fire, she recites Buddhist scriptures.

The golden Buddha's light penetrated the mustard space, and those souls who had lost their support appeared in the golden light of crossing in panic.

There are old and young, men and women, most of them are ordinary people.

For one person to be buried with him, imprisoning so many living souls is really a crime.

The scriptures in An Qingli's mouth became faster and faster, turning into golden light and flourishing.

One after another, the spirits dissipated like smoke in the golden light of transmutation, and entered reincarnation smoothly.

The power of one after another white merit entered the mustard space, and entered the bodies of An Qingli and Xiao Jintan.

An Qingli and Xiao Jintan formed a symbiotic contract, the stronger Xiao Jintan was, the more stable An Qingli's soul would be.

The little tiger was a little sullen, is it too weak now, there is no chance of making meritorious deeds.

The little Lingxi ran over to comfort her, saying that the tomb of the first emperor was too dangerous, and the situation was unknown, and a fairy monster might rush out at any time, so they had to stay in the mustard space as much as possible and not go out, just like Qingli.

In this way, the little tiger also feels a little better, thinking that his master always puts his life first, and it is not ashamed to hide in the mustard space.

The black fire was still raging everywhere, burning down many cardboard figures.

The cardboard people are not as dense as before.

But some cardboard men instinctively sensed the danger and started to flee in all directions.

"Want to go?"

An Qingli didn't agree. They came here this time to shoulder the moral responsibility and try to eliminate evil as much as possible.

Wu Ling was released.

The vast mist spread immediately, trapping those cardboard men who wanted to escape.

Several Mahayana realms, as well as the little tigers who were eager to try, were released from the mustard space, took the elixir to dispel corpse poison, put up their protective shields, and began to make drastic cuts to harvest those paper-skinned monsters wantonly.

　In order to reduce discomfort, the human skin was replaced with paper skin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)