Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 959
An Qingli took Bi Fangniao to the dense forest, and seized the time to grow the Nether Fire.

The stronger the fire, the more terrifying the power of the ghost fire.

The strength of a monk doesn't just depend on his cultivation.

For example, a powerful fairy weapon, a rare supernatural power, or some special support can all become the key to defeating the strong with the weak.

Nether Fire is an existence more terrifying than Abyss Fire.

If one day, An Qingli was unfortunately captured, and happened to be strangled by someone, but unexpectedly, with a "boom", the Nether Fire suddenly went off...

That scene must have been quite exciting.

And An Qingli had a wonderful time practicing in the dense forest these days.

There is a saying, if you are in full bloom, butterflies will come.

An Qingli wasn't considered blooming either, but Weiming broke through.

The little human race, the Beast Familiar raided the Tongyou cat's lair, and even razed its lair to the ground in one fell swoop.

In this barren land, cats have been suffering and hating cats for a long time.

If it wasn't for An Qingli being an outsider, maybe the monsters here would organize a group to visit and thank them.

However, there are monsters who are grateful, and there are monsters who are jealous of An Qingli.

An Qingli was able to go to the den of thieves that Maoer had painstakingly managed for many years, what an astonishing fortune that was.

This time it's good.

It turned out that it was An Qingli who took the initiative to run around looking for fairy grass for monsters and beasts, but after fighting the evil cat, it was those monsters who took the initiative to bump into An Qingli.

An Qingli remained motionless in the dense forest.

The low robbery monsters came, and a few little ones fought against them.

And there are quite a few low-level monsters.

I don't know what those monsters were thinking about. When they heard that there were a lot of blood deer in the dense forest, they charged forward one wave after another, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The little ones were having a great time fighting.

Anyway, at the end of the fight, those who were dead and alive were all sent into the mustard space.

The living ones continue to be raised, and the dead ones are buried in the black taro, which is used as fertilizer and its training ground.

And if they encounter the thorny Daluojin Wonderland, or the bloody Immortal Monarch Realm, the little ones will join hands and go together.

The killing of monsters is cruel and bloody.

The few little ones with extraordinary bloodlines have been in danger several times.

After the low-level monsters charged, the slightly higher-level monsters came to attack again.

In the middle of the night.

Tens of thousands of poisonous moths and locusts appeared on the scene.

The scene was also extremely shocking.

Originally there was a moon in the sky, but that moon was also covered by moths.

The moths coming from the sky are like a huge black cloud.

Where the black cloud passed, those trees and grass were all eaten away.

In a blink of an eye, a dense green forest turned into a desert.

But only at the place where An Qingli crossed his legs, there are giant trees and green grass for several miles around.

"Om~~"

The moths will continue to hit An Qingli.

"Boss, do you burn it, or should I burn it?" Bi Fangniao asked An Qingli calmly.

An Qingli crossed her knees and closed her eyes and replied: "It's a pity to burn it, so many poisonous moths, how many poisonous elixirs have to be refined."

Moreover, in the mustard space, there is a large forest of broken soul grasses, where all sorts of strange poisons are densely covered, and if there are more moths, it will definitely be more lively.

A moth from the Immortal King's Realm locked onto An Qingli. As for the Bi Fangniao in the Immortal Emperor's Realm, it deliberately turned into a small one, the size of a sparrow, and rested on a branch in An An's position.

The Immortal Monarch Realm Moth suddenly accelerated, and with a flap of its wings, the khaki powder rushed towards An Qingli.

An Qingli remained motionless, and even took a deep breath, taking the initiative to inhale the khaki powder into her body. It seemed that she had tasted the smell of the poisonous smoke.

"Um?!"

The fairy moth panicked.

What kind of monster is not afraid of its poison!

In fact, it is somewhat inaccurate to say that this moth is in the realm of the fairy king. This moth has not passed through advanced thunder calamity, and with its soft and tender body and decades of longevity, it cannot resist any thunder calamity.

Classifying it as the Immortal Monarch Realm is just because its speed is comparable to the general Immortal Monarch Realm.

Moths that live for 50 years are just like people who live for 90 to [-] years. They are too old and too rare.

That Immortal Realm moth has a small brain capacity, he only knows that something is wrong, so he has to run away.

"run?"

An Qingli raised her lips and smiled, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, the fairy moth came to her hand like a butterfly.

Of course, this moth is generally black in color, with a few khaki lines on its wings, not as beautiful as a butterfly.

Apart from being fast and extremely poisonous, this moth in the Immortal Monarch Realm is nothing to fear.

The rest of the moths, seeing their ancestors captured, immediately waved their wings and sprayed countless earthy yellow poisonous powder, intending to swallow Anqing's fence gate.

An Qingli held her breath and said softly, "Come."

In an instant, the world was quiet, and there was no trace of a poisonous moth.

But under the cover of the moonlight and moths, a poisonous scorpion from the Immortal Monarch Realm took the opportunity to raise its tail, intending to sting An Qingli's back.

Scorpion tail is so fast.

If he was stung, even if An Qingli was not poisoned, the piercing pain would definitely be unavoidable.

But An Qingli still didn't move.

It's just that on the back, a very thin black needle suddenly condensed and plunged into the poisonous scorpion's body.

The black needle, as thin as a cow's hair, is like a hidden weapon, which catches it by surprise, and one blow is enough to kill it.

As soon as the poisonous scorpion was stabbed by the black needle, it immediately "boomed" and turned into a small ball of black fire.

In an instant, the black fire burned out again, and the poisonous scorpion completely disappeared, not even a speck of black ash remained.

It turned out that the tiny black needle was actually formed by the condensed Nether Fire.

A large cloud of ghost fire was instantly condensed into a small black needle by An Qingli.

One can imagine the power contained in the black needle.

The poisonous scorpion in the pseudo-immortal realm who had not passed through the thunder disaster came quickly and passed away even faster, and even before passing away, they didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry.

"Master's Nether Fire is so powerful!" Xiao Huzi exclaimed, the Nether Fire can still be used like this!
Then, can its lightning power be squeezed in an instant, and then exploded in an instant?

"It's really amazing!"

Little Jin Tan, and those big monsters, are also completely in their eyes.

With such a big weapon, even the late Xianjun, who has experienced the thunder disaster, will suffer a lot.

An Qingli smiled and said: "It's the Netherfire itself that is powerful. From some perspectives, you can regard the Netherfire and me as two independent existences."

In other words, if someone has practiced the same skills as her, but without her various opportunities, even if the other party is in the realm of Immortal King or Immortal Emperor, the Nether Fire released will not be as powerful as her Nether Fire.

Now, she is the carrier of this Nether Fire, and the Nether Fire is used by her.

She has cultivated to the highest level of kung fu, and she can even separate out bits and pieces of ghost fire.

As long as there is enough Nether Qi to support the burning of the Nether Fire, each Nether Fire can exist as an independent different fire.

And those immortal fires merged into her soul power.

One day, when her carrier falls, she can use those immortal fires to return to the world again, like an immortal fire demon.

(End of this chapter)