Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

The inspirational stones lit up one by one, and the strange laughter continued to come from behind the tomb door.

The strange laughter was still small at first, covered by the cheers of poetry.

Afterwards, the strange laughter became louder and louder, on par with the laughter.

Later, that Jie Jie's strange laughter almost covered up the cheers.

"There is a tough battle to fight!" Duan De sighed in the gourd.

The whole tomb started to move, and the four unopened tomb chambers shook even more violently.

"Master, I'm relying on you for the time being, and I'm still relying on the Emperor Ding and the Emperor Pot!" Liu Jing lowered her voice, and lightly touched Tu Tianxihe's back with a branch, "If the master is exhausted, you will replace me."

Xihe said: "Understood."

Tu Tiandao: "Understood."

Ye Qingfeng smiled, and held the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar in his hand.

"Hahaha!" The remnant soul laughed loudly in the sky-filled picture scroll, "Come on, come on! I have been aggrieved for so long, and I have to fight hard, even if I die in the end, it is still fun!"

"Careful!" A few remnant souls stepped on the imitation Jiuli map and responded happily.

And at this moment, one of them broke.

In an instant, a group of extremely cold and ghostly aura surged out like water breaking a bank.

"kill!"

Endless ghostly spirit filled the air.

In the dignified ghost and evil spirit, tens of thousands of Yin soldiers rode out on Yin horses, wearing Yin helmets and holding Yin spears, roaring and appearing.

"Kill!"

Those literati who were accompanied by calligraphy and painting, paper and pen in front of them stepped forward one after another.

They are all 10,000+ old souls, and for a while, it seems that no one can do anything to anyone.

There are a large number of Yin soldiers, and after death, in order to guard the tomb, all of them turned into vicious ghosts.

Literati and inkmen used literature to understand Taoism in front of them. Although they were not good at fighting, they were not at a disadvantage with the imitation of Jiuli Tu as an aid.

The picture scroll was swayed helplessly like snowflakes in the evil spirit.

Yin soldiers don't know people, they don't know the past and the past, they only know to hunt and kill people who are not of the same kind.

The remnants of literati and inkmen are not afraid of death, they have to die happily, and they have to dispel the grievances of 10,000+.

What's more, they have died once before, so they are not afraid of dying again.

However, whether it is a soldier of the yin or a literati, it is difficult to be truly "killed".

They are all 10,000+ old monsters, souls that have lost their souls can gather again.

The two sides were inseparable.

Jie Jie laughed strangely, his ghostly aura was churning, like a hell in the underworld.

Ye Qingfeng stepped into the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar.

"Master, what are you going to do?!" Liu Jing was very worried.

It was an ancient battle outside, which killed Xi and Tu Tian in shock.

With the two of them's current cultivation bases, even if they were able to fight with the emperor's soldiers, it was inevitable that they would be penetrated by the cold yin energy.

Ye Qingfeng said: "Good things, don't waste them!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Qingfeng broke another section of fresh willow branch, and then manipulated the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar to release the Emperor Cauldron.

In the extremely cold ghostly atmosphere, a clay pot suddenly appeared.

It was not a big deal at first, just like a stone suddenly appearing in a big river, what a surprise.

However, Ye Qingfeng had a thought, and the pot was placed on the ground just like an ordinary farmhouse earthen pot with the mouth facing up.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of green and fresh willow branch, exuding a fresh and attractive vitality, was inserted into the mouth of the jar.

At first glance, it looks like a vase of flower arrangements, and it is quite poetic.

Liu Jing stared blankly at the willow branch, and finally understood what her master meant.

"Can you still operate like this?" Liu Jing was amazed, she simply admired her master's ingenuity.

The Heaven-swallowing Demon Jar landed steadily on the ground, and the willow essence floated with the surging ghost energy, exuding a seductive vitality, just like a green spirit-calling banner.

Perhaps it is more effective than the Soul Summoning Banner!
Those Yin soldiers who had lost their thinking and only relied on their instincts to hunt and kill, smelled the alluring vitality, and rushed towards the willow branch with a ferocious slaughter.

And Ye Qingfeng was inside the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, under the branches of the willow tree, waiting leisurely.

Once those brainless soldiers approached the mouth of the tank, there was no reason to escape.

If those Yin soldiers were allowed to escape, Di Can would not be called Di Can.

Ye Qingfeng began to count in his mouth, like a fisherman who has drawn his net and is counting.

"One yin soldier, two yin soldiers, three yin soldiers...seven to eighty ninety yin soldiers...seven hundred, eight hundred and ninety yin soldiers..."

In the end, Ye Qingfeng didn't even have time to count.

Because those Yin soldiers fell down in clusters, nests, nests, and it was impossible to count them.

"Hahaha, great harvest! Great harvest!" Liu Jing danced in the gourd.

Its cut willow branch is really the best bait in this tomb.

"Hahaha, you can still operate like this, and you have such quick wit!" Duan Detutian also burst out laughing, never expecting to be able to deal with such a large number of menacing Yin soldiers so quickly and quickly.

Ye Qingfeng smiled.

Although the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar has not moved at all, it is according to Ye Qingfeng's will, while absorbing the approaching air from the outside world, while stripping away the original power contained in those Yin soldiers.

In this world, everything has its original power, it's just divided into more and less.

Generally speaking, in living things, the original power is more, and in dead things, the original power is close to that of objects.

And the original power contained in such ancient Yin soldiers is simply surprising.

Ye Qingfeng was very rude, with his hands behind his back, he turned on the gray vortex all over his body, and kept walking in the Heaven Swallowing Magic Jar, absorbing the abundant original power to his heart's content.

For Ye Qingfeng's physique of a bottomless pit, this is simply a gift from God.

Ye Qingfeng accepted those original powers one by one with a smile, and helped her directly raise her cultivation to the peak of the four extremes.

As for the remaining original power, she sealed as much as possible in the sea of ​​suffering.

When he comes out of the underwater tomb at sunrise, borrow the original power of those seals, make a slight impact, and then be struck by thunder, and she will be able to enter the dragon transformation state smoothly!

There is a great beauty in the chaotic physique!

That is, when you go up to the realm, you rarely encounter bottlenecks.

So as long as there are enough resources, heaps can also heap the chaotic body to the Immortal Realm.

And in the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, there is still a lot of original power remaining.

A willow branch, like a flag of victory, is placed on the mouth of the magic jar.

Ye Qingfeng put away the vortex all over his body, his eyes were as bright as stars.

Among the tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, there is a general of Yin soldiers who seems to have a bit of wisdom left.

It sensed that the clay pot was dangerous, so it didn't approach it.

However, the remnant soul of the literati is smarter than it, and there is an imitation of Jiuli Tu beside him, and they are working together to fight the Yin soldier general.

Ye Qingfeng collected most of the yin soldiers, and the yin energy in the entire tomb was reduced by more than half.

"You guys rest, let me come for a meeting." Ye Qingfeng's voice came out of the clay pot, and the words came out clearly.

"Whoosh!"

"Whizzing!"

The encircled imitations of Jiuli Tu retreated one after another.

The Yin Soldier General is rushing towards one of the imitations.

"call out!"

Amidst the surging ghost energy, a gray clay pot, like an arrow, came towards the Yin soldier general.

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