Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 495

Outside the nine-storey pagoda, Qiu Xuanjing came again and reiterated the rules of entering the pagoda, emphasizing that no personal grievances should be used to hurt others, and then he gave the order to let the nearly [-] people enter the pagoda.

After he gave this order, the audience was erupting, and the spectators were even more excited than the contestants.

That is the sixth floor tower, most of which are sixth-order monsters, and I heard that the types of monsters are quite different from those on the lower floors.

An Qingli, who was in the middle stage of Jindan, was not the first to rush in, and certainly not the last.

But when she went in, those golden cores in the late stage had already scattered around, each occupying a favorable position.

An Qingli's spiritual sense swept across a slightly open place, and hurried over.

However, several sixth-order phantom beasts suddenly rushed towards her.

The sixth-order monster is equivalent to the late stage of golden core, and it is difficult for ordinary golden core monks to deal with one, let alone three or four at the same time.

Just when those phantom beasts came together, An Qingli suddenly swung his sword, and a red sword energy immediately slashed at a phantom beast not far away. At the same time, with a thought, his whole body violently Light up the black flames and immediately block the two that are close at hand.

The induction bracelet on the wrist instantly collects the remnants of two phantom beasts.

Of course, these two phantom beasts were injured by Nether Fire, and because the other was far away, it was only injured by the sword energy, so they fled quickly.

An Qingli didn't hesitate, she immediately raised her sword, and slashed all the way to the open place.

There are already many people nearby, which greatly restricts the release of the ghost fire.

However, everyone in the Jindan stage was shocked when they felt the black flames. It seems that this little junior sister's talent in Dharma cultivation and her beauty are all outstanding.

However, there are too many people at this time, and the ghost fire cannot be released at will, which is very beneficial to the rest of the people.

The rule of the final was that within an hour, nearly [-] monks hunted and killed a total of [-] phantom beasts, and whoever caught the most phantom beasts would win.

In other words, the total number of Eudemons is fixed, and there are no new additions after killing them, so the final competition will definitely intensify.

That means, as long as the release range of An Qingli's Nether Fire is limited, and three or four thousand monsters are hunted in advance, only a few hundred phantom beasts are left here and there, no matter how powerful the Nether Fire is at the end, There is nothing to be afraid of.

Therefore, the monks who have only entered the tower for a short time are all racing against time to kill the phantom beasts.

They don't even need to deliberately obstruct An Qingli, because there are so many people, it is difficult to find a wide place.

Nearly one hundred and four people squeezed into a small space at the same time, which really restricted An Qingli's hands and feet.

An Qingli swung his sword, fighting all the way, and was going to the place he wanted, but the two golden core monks were immediately forced by the phantom beast, and the open place that An Qingli was looking at immediately seemed crowded again.

Suddenly, a Jindan late stage shouted loudly, stomped his foot down heavily, and several barbs rose from the ground, forming a spiked cage, trapping five or six phantom beasts, and entering his cage.

The spikes seemed to grow against An Qingli's toes.

An Qingli took two steps back before narrowly avoiding it.

The Jindan late stage was so accurate, Nuoda's spiked cage didn't hurt any of the monks present.

This cage happened to block An Qingli's way, and at the same time forced the other late Golden Cores to leave this place.

Some people secretly lamented that their skills were not as good as others, and the territory that arrived first was taken by others, but they had no choice but to find new hunting targets as soon as possible.

But there was a short-tempered Jindan Late Stage, who was impatient and refused to retreat, swung a sledgehammer, and slammed into the spiked cage.

"Bang" sound.

A big hole was broken in the spiked cage. It wasn't the giant hammer that smashed it open, but the cage master took the initiative to let go of the hole. A huge ancient elephant beast swung its nose and rushed towards the hammer.

The one who swung the sledgehammer hurriedly raised the hammer to smash it, but the ancient elephant beast's long trunk curled up, directly rolled up the person, and smashed it hard to the ground.

The little Lingxi looked anxiously in the spirit animal bag, and was sweating a lot from pinching it for the one who swung the giant hammer.

"You pissed me off!" The man who swung the sledgehammer vomited blood and escaped, but he was seriously injured and furious.

The cultivator who released the spiked cage didn't bother to answer at all. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the cage was suddenly withdrawn, and then he came out of the cage with a bruised nose and a swollen face. The injury was no less serious than that of the one who swung the hammer.

The six phantom beasts were trapped, but he couldn't eat them all for a while, instead he was tortured behind closed doors, and stealing chickens would cost him nothing.

Little Pegasus and Little Huzi are watching jokes in the spirit animal bag.

However, the removal of the cage gave An Qingli the target to hunt and kill. An Qingli immediately put black fire to protect his whole body, and went to fight those phantom beasts.

Because of An Qingli's domineering black fire, many people were forced to leave in a hurry.

But the black fire's dominance is only for the two functions of protecting the master and expelling it. Those phantom beasts, like the monks, once they sensed the black fire's domineering, they quickly fled to other places.

As the clock ticked, An Qingli swung his sword one after another, heading towards those phantom beasts.

At this moment, suddenly a person rushed out from the diagonal stab.

The man was good at speed, and wanted to steal food from the phantom beast that An Qingli had slashed.

An Qingli frowned, and immediately approached the man with black fire.

Either actively attacking that person, or with black fire all over his body, he wants to meet with that person for a while.

The man's complexion changed suddenly, and he didn't dare to confront Netherfire head-on, so he quickly moved away from An Qingli, who had an extraordinary reserve of spiritual power.

There were so many monks present, none of them squandered their spiritual power like An Qingli.

At this moment, two golden fists as big as millstones rushed straight to a wounded phantom beast not far from An Qingli.

The phantom beast was also slashed by An Qingli with sword energy, and because there were hunters nearby, the phantom beast tried its best to avoid it, but it didn't have time to escape.

But in this chaotic finals, they didn't care who the phantom beast was injured at all, they only cared about whose hands the phantom beast died in the end.

With a strong wind, the golden iron fist brushed against An Qingli's waist.

In this situation, it is not considered that the other party intentionally hurt others. After all, there are still many Nascent Soul Elders who are watching every move in the tower through the Shadow Transmission Stone.

Whether the opponent's fist was aimed at the phantom beast or at the monks, those Nascent Soul monks had their own judgments in their hearts.

An Qingli spun her feet, guarding against the phantom beast's sneak attack, but also narrowly avoided the blow of the fist wind.

If this situation cannot be avoided, it can only be blamed on An Qingli's incompetence.

Those two golden fists were made by Jiu Yao.

Jiu Yao stayed a little far away, and said "I'm sorry" briefly to An Qingli, and went to harvest the two lingering sixth-order phantom beasts.

But how could An Qingli give in, the Ruyi Red Flame Sword was thrown out of his hand in an instant, going faster than those two iron fists, smashing through the two fists at once, and quickly harvested the two phantom beasts with the momentum of thunder.

"You still have this backhand!" Jiu Yao clenched his fist, feeling a sudden sense of crisis.

An Qingli held the Qingli sword in her hand again, raised her lips and said, "There are more backhands than you think."

Jiu Yao looked at the Qingli Sword of the magic weapon rank, his head was as big as a bucket.

He is full of confidence, betting that he is the first, but this master and apprentice has too many magic weapons!

(End of this chapter)