Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

An Qingli frowned when the mustard space was shot down out of the thunder formation.

A thunderstorm is more dangerous than a windstorm.

With Shangshan's cultivation, he could still last a few breaths under the wind gust of the same level, but in this ninth-grade thunder formation, once Shangshan was struck by lightning, there would be no bones left.

And without alerting outsiders, An Qingli could only use the mustard space to enter.

It doesn't work even with the spiritless space.

Although the spiritless space has no aura fluctuations and is extremely concealable, it cannot withstand lightning strikes and fire.

You have to rely on the immortal mustard space, but the mustard space is as light as dust, and you can't move freely in the thunder formation.

An Qingli has a puppet, but the puppet body is only comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, and it is also reduced to fly ash when it enters.

As for the Ruyi Scarlet Flame Sword, it is even worse, it is her natal magic weapon, and it will be damaged if it is damaged, and it cannot withstand the ninth-grade thunder and lightning.

As for the other magical treasures, including her and Shangshan, they don't have so much spiritual power to support them.

The little tiger wants to take the initiative to invite Ying, not for the magical treasures in the tomb, but for the thunderstone as big as a millstone in Lei Zhenzhen's eyes, he is willing to take the risk.

No matter how bad it is, call its eighth-level ancestors to destroy the tomb together, and snatch back the thunder attribute treasure.

There are very few thunder-attribute treasures in the cultivation world, and it is a great luck to encounter them.

What's more, it's still a thunder stone with the size of a millstone!
In the black market in the Central Plains and the ghost market in the north, a thunder stone the size of an egg can command sky-high prices.

"Master!" The pitiful little tiger fluttered his wings to An Qingli, not even caring so much about the newly obtained spiritual marrow bed.

Only Little Pegasus and Little Lingxi were left, sitting on the spirit bed and looking at An Qingli.

"Really want?" An Qingli asked.

The little tiger opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were shining. He put the tiger's head close to An Qingli, acting like a little Lingxi.

The master is smart and has many treasures, so there must be a safer way.

An Qingli patted the tiger's head, and asked Xiao Jintan again.

Xiao Jintan was full of confidence: "The power of our Shenmu is far beyond your imagination, just try it."

An Qingli raised her lips.

The little tiger was overjoyed, imitating the little Lingxi with his huge body, he jumped into An Qingli's arms.

Fortunately, An Qingli was a monk in the late Yuanying period, and she caught the coquettish tiger with both arms firmly, but she took half a step back with her right foot, taking advantage of the situation to relieve the impact force of the five hundred catty tiger.

Little Huzi is strong and healthy, so he pretends to be a cat and nests in An Qingli's arms.

An Qingli's face was completely blocked, and she couldn't laugh or cry, then she freed a hand, touched the washbasin-sized tiger's head, and said: "It's okay to act like a baby, but with your body shape, I don't want it next time."

The little tiger roared, and happily flapped its wings out of An Qingli's arms.

With tiger fur stuck to An Qingli's body, she performed a cleansing technique, and then with a thought, she sacrificed another An Qingli.

It's An Qingli, but it's not quite the same, his facial features are still a little fuzzy, and An Qingli's shadow can be vaguely seen, and his eyes are cloudy, and his facial expression is also cloudy.

This is the sacred wood of the Four Elephant Tree that has not yet been refined.

Not to mention anything else, but with the memory of Xiao Jintan's inheritance, there is no doubt about the ability of the four elephant trees to resist lightning.

"The sacrifice is a bit big." Bingfeng couldn't help saying, "This avatar was struck by lightning before it was refined, and it would definitely not survive, and it would be chopped into the original branches of the Shenmu. In vain."

An Qingli said indifferently: "There is no safer way for a while, there is something to be willing to gain. Besides, the higher the cultivation base, the faster the refining speed, and the next refining will not take long."

The little tiger was very excited, and the tiger kept roaring in the spiritless space.

Xiao Jintan thought about the Bodhi tree that had been struck by lightning, and the Sixiang tree that was about to be struck by lightning, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: These sacred trees that were struck by lightning.

In a sense, this semi-refined sacred tree can also be regarded as a puppet of An Qingli, and it is still a puppet that can hold the ninth-rank Luolei.

An Qingli then manipulated the mustard space to enter the ninth-grade thunder formation.

Thunder fell all over the sky, extremely dazzling.

The mustard space is in this space, violently floating and sinking.

With a thought in his mind, An Qingli sacrificed the semi-refined sacred tree, and at the same time, the mustard space went into the body of the divine tree.

Shenmu, with the face of An Qingli, suddenly appeared in this world, and was also ups and downs in this thunder formation.

But after all, Shenmu is equivalent to a puppet of Nascent Soul cultivation base, and has a little wisdom, but not much.

When danger came, he could already dodge it instinctively, but he mainly relied on the control of An Qingli himself.

In all nine-rank large formations, there are certain restrictions on the cultivation of monks, so that monks cannot move and dodge quickly at their original speed.

An Qingli manipulated the Shenmu to try her best to avoid the thunder, and at the same time approached the tomb.

However, there were many thunderstorms.

For the Nascent Soul cultivator, the distance was not too far, but he had to stop and go, and it was dangerous.

An Qingli was tense.

A thunderbolt fell by chance, extremely fast.

An Qingli had just escaped three lightning strikes in a row, but was struck by four lightning strikes here.

The power of the Ninth Grade Thunder Tribulation.

There is not even the slightest buffer room.

The semi-refined sacred tree fell directly to the ground, its face and limbs all disappeared, becoming a bare tree trunk.

Little Lingxi exclaimed, her eyes were full of grief, as if she was looking at the living An Qingli, dying in front of her eyes.

"that is not real."

Bingfeng looked at the situation outside Jiezi's space and comforted her.

Terrifying thunder and lightning everywhere outside the mustard space, like purgatory.

The little Lingxi was about to cry, because the Lingxi beast only shed tears once in its life, so it didn't shed any tears.

The sacred tree has turned into a dead tree, and it is constantly being afflicted by thunder and lightning. The situation is horrific.

It was as if all the lightning power in the thunder formation had been concentrated here in an instant.

If it was a Mahayana cultivator, he would not be able to withstand such dense thunder and lightning.

But the Shenmu has been refined by An Qingli, and there is still a trace of spiritual connection with An Qingli.

An Qingli directly manipulated the charred god tree and ran towards the door of the tomb.

Thunder fell all the way.

The Shenmu went up and down, but moved forward very fast.

The thunderstorms seem to be arranged in rows, forming a vertical lightning net, and they fall directly, which is a spectacle.

The skin of the Shenmu was cracked, and black smoke was even coming out.

Fortunately, the Shenmu did not burn.

The Shenmu was already close to the tomb, but it deviated from the route halfway, and was only on the side of the tomb.

An Qingli hurriedly manipulated the Shenmu, and circled the tomb chamber ups and downs. After half a circle, he finally arrived at the door of the tomb chamber.

But it can only sneak in through the gap in the tomb door.

An Qingli saw the right moment, manipulated the sacred tree, and slammed it hard against the door of the tomb. At the same time, the sacred tree appeared from the Jiezi space, attached to the lower side of the tomb door.

Shenmu income mustard space.

The mustard space quickly descended along the door of the tomb, squeezed into the only gap, and finally reached the inside of the tomb.