Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 775

After the fire array was extinguished, An Qingli put it away and entered the golden room space, and then An Qingli also entered the golden room space.

An Qingli looked at Shang Shan, and a black lotus popped out from her fingertips.

The black lotus is the size of a bowl, condensed by the Nether Fire, and is lifelike.

Shangshan imitated An Qingli's common demeanor and raised his eyebrows.

"Bibi." An Qingli sent her fingertips forward, and the black fire lotus came to Shangshan.

As soon as Shangshan Zhijue changed, a white water lotus of the same size appeared in his palm.

Two lotus flowers, one black and one white, collided violently in mid-air.

Fire wants to extinguish water, water wants to swallow fire, water and fire are intertwined, hot air and steam are constantly surging.

An Qingli wins in her cultivation base and the exercises themselves.

And Shangshan wins in his comprehension of his own skills and his own advantages in the water spirit body.

Don't look at the [-]% of the water spirit body, and the [-]% of the spiritual root value, there is not much difference in value, but it is actually a qualitative change.

Water and fire do not give in to each other.

Shangshan got up suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab An Qingli, and looked at each other.

The water and fire violently stirred up and finally dissipated like smoke.

In the space of the Golden House, there is always a large bronze mirror with a height of one person.

The two sat side by side in front of the bronze mirror, painted each other's eyebrows carefully, and said some heart-to-heart words.

There was only the last corridor left in the tomb, and now that things had come to an end, An Qingli naturally expressed his plan, which was to either die, ascend, or ascend after death.

In the lower realm, it seems that apart from the Taoist companion Shangshan, there are no responsibilities or concerns.

Monks practicing Taoism are longing for the beautiful scenery of the upper world.

Refining Feisheng Pill, but not rushing to ascend, is also a morality.

Shangshan took An Qingli's hand, hooked fingers with her, and said with a smile on his face, "Wait for me."

Whether it is the Nine Nether Yellow Springs or the Heavenly Court of the Upper Realm, they all have to wait for him to find them.

An Qingli stretched out her thumb, facing her thumb, and said calmly: "Waiting for you. Waiting for you for thousands of years, don't come too late."

A pair of Bi people in the Shangshan Wangjing mirror nodded in agreement.

After changing into new clothes, An Qingli came out of the Golden House space, and was ready to continue fighting.

It is still a stone wall blocking the way.

One after another, stone walls block the way.

One after another the stone walls were destroyed.

The entire tomb has become extremely messy, only this corridor is left, and there is a large formation to support it.

After rushing through eighteen large formations in a row and destroying many ominous creatures and ghosts, it is time to face the nineteenth large formation.

The little tiger complained, saying that in this tunnel, one big formation is connected to another big formation, which is really similar to smoked sausage, one section after another, endlessly.

I don't know when the days of working hard like this and the smoke of gunpowder will end.

It is still waiting to break through the ninth level, and then follow its wise and beautiful master to ascend to the upper realm!

The days of waiting are really a little anxious.

"Don't worry too much."

The Elegant Moon Emperor, who had been following the Mustard Space all this time, suddenly said, "The butcher is a strange man, he became the emperor at the age of nineteen."

When the little tiger heard this, he was suddenly overjoyed. If the formations were really arranged according to the age of enthronement, wouldn't they be successful soon? !
Several Mahayana realms were still recovering from their injuries in the finger-pushing space. When they suddenly heard the news, they immediately became excited.

If this is the case, the dangerous and exciting experience at the bottom of the tomb will finally come to an end.

Staying in this dark underground for too long, I almost forgot how warm the sun was shining on my body.

It is also a blessing to have sunshine every day.

The little ones looked at the place where the Moon Emperor made his voice, hoping that it would give stronger evidence, lest they rejoice in vain.

The feeling of wanting to fly to the sky is indeed extremely urgent.

The taciturn Moon Emperor looked at the stone wall carved with dragons in front of him, living up to everyone's expectations, and continued: "First of all, this stone wall is different from the previous ones. This dragon is a golden dragon with five claws, and only the emperors of the past can use it. Besides, the previous one Eighteen large formations, each corresponding to the eighteen capable ministers and generals under Butcher Zhou's command."

Looking at the dragon-carved stone wall, the Moon Emperor suddenly burst into boundless anger: "Eighteen capable ministers and generals, each defending the lord, then the last place left should be Zhou Butcher, or its clothes tomb, or its Stand-in dragon."

In the words, Yuehuang used "it" to refer to Zhou Shihuang, perhaps treating him as a murderous beast.

And the few little ones couldn't help but feel great joy when they heard Yuehuang's words with certainty.

It seems that [-]% of the final level is where the real First Emperor is buried.

"Master, hurry up!" Little Pegasus couldn't wait, it looked at its master's good luck.

The master once said that white luck is good luck, not dying is good luck.

Xiao Jintan was also a little impatient, but sensing An Qingli's stability, he held back and didn't say anything to urge him.

An Qingli stared at the golden dragon stretching its teeth and claws on the stone wall, calmly, and said: "Don't worry, wait until the other Mahayana realms adjust their combat power to the best."

Those in the Mahayana realm, after successive vicious battles, are all wounded. Even if there is a Ninth Grade Soul Nourishing Pill, they have to take care of the wounds on their souls.

An Qingli went to the finger-tapping space.

When everyone saw An Qingli's arrival, they all had joy on their faces, wishing that their injuries would heal soon.

An Qingli sat side by side with Shangshan, and suddenly said: "Except for the place where the first emperor hid the coffin guessed by the moon emperor, everything in this tomb seems to have been found out. However, when we first entered the tomb, the one who was Where is the space turbulence transmitted in?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being shocked.

Xun Ping stroked the chess piece in his hand, and said slowly: "Could it be that Grandmaster Qingli suspects that there is still space turbulence hidden in the last part of this corridor?"

"Very likely." Qi Che agreed.

Wu Ling asked curiously: "Can the turbulent flow in the space be broken violently?"

Several human races in Mahayana looked at each other, and shook their heads with embarrassment.

Spatial turbulence is extremely terrifying, and it is naturally generated.

The sky and the earth have existed for thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years, and there are always some places that are difficult for humans and beasts to set foot in.

That is the case with the turbulent flow of space.

This entire underground imperial mausoleum is probably formed by relying on the turbulent flow of that space.

Moreover, according to the two bones, when Zhou Shihuang was alive, he sent countless captives into a secret place where they never returned.

Now that I think about it, that secret place is that turbulent flow of space.

Spatial turbulence, not everywhere is turbulent, there is also a relatively safe place, just like a small oasis that suddenly appeared in a barren desert.

It is not impossible to use the blood of countless people to test out a relatively safe path, and then find a relatively safe space to put the carefully forged coffin engraved with restoration runes.

Hearing the words, the little ones exclaimed again, and little Jintan proclaimed the Buddha's name, saying that he was committing crimes.

Thinking about it this way, the first emperor's bone storage place is really a big deal.

And it was a big hand that was even more cold-blooded and cruel than a million bloodthirsty formations.

(End of this chapter)