Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 250
Ghost Resentment Butterfly hates Meng Die.

Two months ago, if it hadn't been for Meng Die's whimsy and insistence on coming to this Buddhist country to see the beautiful men from the Buddhist country, it would not have fallen to such a state.

The new owner it picked was a failure, and it seemed that there was something seriously wrong with its brain. For the sake of beauty, it really ignored it, forced it into the spirit beast bag, and came here excitedly.

Beauty looked at it, and included both humans and beasts.

Humans are not like humans, with tentacles on their heads, black wings on their backs, and a few slender, hairy legs in front of them.

Butterfly is not like Die. The black butterfly, which was originally the size of a child's palm, has become as big as a person. The key is that it has two arms and two short legs. It is nondescript and extremely disgusting.

This makes it how to meet its kind in the future!

They are ghosts and butterflies who form a contract with monks, and can only form a master-servant contract. As a servant, their cultivation is still limited. It can't help but obey her orders as much as possible because of Meng Die's willfulness.

The law of heaven is balanced, and as compensation for only being able to form a master-servant contract, the ghosts and butterflies can also turn against the guests in critical moments and take the initiative to occupy the body of the owner, and even the soul of the owner.

It has been cultivated for seven or eight thousand years, and it is already equivalent to the monks who have crossed the tribulation in this small world, and the ghostly ghost energy it stimulates has the effect similar to the forbidden spirit powder, which can seal the spiritual power in the monk's body.

It is very easy to kill these four monks who have transformed into gods.

If it hadn't been for Meng Die's troubles, interrupting it several times to stimulate the ghostly spirit, it would have sent these monks to see the Buddha long ago.

To cause it to be permanently reduced to this ugly state, and to prevent it from returning to the ghost world, these four monks will die no matter what!
"Go to hell!"

Ghost Resentment Butterfly's resentment rose sharply, forcibly suppressing Mengdie's soul, fluttering its wings in anger, and the terrifying cold air covered the sky and the sun, surging up.

"save"

Someone was running too slowly, carrying a box of belongings on his shoulders, before he could even cry for help, his whole body was covered in bruises, his eyes widened, and he froze in place.

His face was terrified and he was out of breath.

Almost instantly, hundreds of people also stood in place, maintaining the posture of desperately running, without breathing.

The cold air is like billowing smoke, still spreading violently.

"You are doing evil! Stop it, stop it!"

Meng Die was extremely annoyed, but powerless, she couldn't control the body that should belong to her at all.

Since Ghost Resentment Butterfly has the supernatural power of devouring the master's blood, it will not retain the will of the beneficiary. It will be a matter of time before the benefactor loses his will. Meng Die cannot control the body, this is just the beginning.

More innocent people were implicated.

Countless grievances and resentful souls rose up, screaming and terrified. They should have been reincarnated, but they rushed towards the ghost resentful butterfly uncontrollably.

Ghost Resentment Butterfly sucked the resentful soul into its body, its Taoism increased a bit, and the cold air became more ferocious.

"You are committing crimes!"

Meng Die screamed, extremely regretful.

She was originally kind, as kind as the princess of the Buddha Kingdom.

If it hadn't been for that misfortune, she would still be living in her wonderful world. Some time ago, she took in ghosts, and she fell in love with being a good person again.

More souls died.

Xiao Jintan uttered a Buddha's name, and his eyes were full of sympathy for the suffering of the living beings.

The two patriarchs, Qi Min and Qi Gao, took An Qingli and Ji Xiaopeng away from the dangerous place temporarily.

An Qingli had already asked the blue phoenix: "What can overcome that ghostly aura!"

"Ghost fire." Bingfeng replied, "A kind of black flame that grows in the ghost world. It burns people's souls, and it also burns the fluttering moth. The fluttering moth almost dies after touching the fire."

"Ghost fire? Is this it?" With a thought in his mind, An Qingli urged the "Eight Desolation Nether Art", and a black flame suddenly appeared in front of Bingfeng.

Bingfeng's eyes can't see anything, and as soon as he felt the ghostly aura, he quickly waved his wings back a few feet, and said: "Yes, but it's not pure, and it may not be able to restrain it."

"Then give it a try!"

An Qingli told Patriarch Qi Min and came out from his sleeve.

"Do you really want to try it?" Patriarch Qi Min said, it was the two heavenly exercises he acquired with An Qingli, one of which was a fire attribute exercise.

"How sure are you?" Patriarch Qi Gao was cautious. This little girl is the next ninth-rank alchemy master.

There are some dangers that can be tried, but Ghost Resentment Butterfly can easily subdue the four Buddha cultivators who have transformed into gods, so it is best not to try such dangers.

"Grasp the unknown." As a Dharma practitioner, An Qingli has a firm attitude, "But the Dao Xin makes me have to give it a try."

Her Dao heart is what makes her go forward indomitably, not to mention, she still has some ability to overcome the cold air to a certain extent.

The Yin Qi spread underground, the souls screamed, and the resentment was soaring.

Qi Min and Qi Gao, the two patriarchs of Faxiu looked at each other, protected An Qingli, stepped down, and approached the place with the thickest yin energy on their own initiative.

Ji Xiaopeng lay in the cuffs of the ancestor, watching the battle without daring to blink.

An Qingli frowned, holding the Ruyi Red Flame Sword, and swung it down violently.

A black crescent cut came out quickly, rushing into the huge black air, and in an instant, a raging black flame was ignited.

"Wow!"

Ji Xiaopeng almost wanted to applaud.

The black flames burned more and more vigorously.

The ghostly ghost energy around was continuously being consumed, and the ghostly ghostly energy a little further away quickly gathered from all directions, supporting the violent burning of the black flame.

it works!

Xiao Jintan was overjoyed.

"Hurry up, go somewhere else to light the fire!"

Without Xiao Jintan's reminder, Patriarch Qi Min waved his sleeves and took An Qingli to another place in the blink of an eye.

Another sword cut.

With the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation establishment, the spiritual power reserve of the great foundation establishment, and the blessing of the Lingbao Ruyi Red Flame Sword, an incomparably solid black crescent cut was swung out, and in an instant, it turned into a raging flame.

The ghost energy is rapidly being consumed.

"Who?!"

The Ghost Resentment Butterfly roared and flew up.

"boom!"

Another black flame rose up in midair.

After a few breaths of effort, another black flame ignited.

"Damn it! A little foundation establishment!"

Ghost Resentment Butterfly found the arsonist and was extremely annoyed, so she rushed forward.

It swooped forward, not to deal with An Qingli in the foundation building period, but to deal with the two old Taoists who guarded An Qingli.

Those two veteran Taoists are like An Qingli's mobile cart, as long as they subdue those two veteran Taoists and build a small foundation, even if they have a little arson ability, they can be easily dealt with.

The ghost resentment butterfly flapped its wings, and with boundless ghostly aura, it went straight to the two of them to cross the catastrophe.

Patriarch Qi Min put An Qingli into his sleeve robe, stepped up, and took her up to the blue sky.

An Qingli stood in her cuffs, raised her hands, pinched the magic formula, and then twisted her wrists, several black ghost fires suddenly appeared in the sky, each small ghost fire was like a black lotus, and suddenly complained to the ghost Butterfly swooped away.

Ghost Resentment Butterfly wanted to hide calmly.

But Meng Die came out to make trouble again, making this nondescript body stagnate in mid-air, preventing Gui Yuan Die from fulfilling his wish.

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(End of this chapter)