Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

An Qingli sacrificed the stone to go out of the mustard space, the stone fell to the ground normally, and An Qingli successfully took it back to the mustard space.

An Qingli threw a stone at the stone wall of the tomb again, and the stone also landed normally, but before it touched the stone wall.

"How could this be?" Xiao Jintan frowned.

An Qingli threw another stone, and the stone also fell to the ground without touching the stone wall.

The sound of stones falling to the ground, there is no sound of stones colliding with stone walls.

"The stone wall is so close, but I can't touch it." Xiao Lingxi was impatient.

Since he couldn't touch the stone wall, An Qingli had no choice but to manipulate the mustard space first and try to go underground.

Going underground was fine.

First there is a layer of looser dry soil.

The soil is not thick, only three feet deep.

The soil is going down, which is bluestone bricks.

In the secret room of bluestone bricks, it is not easy for the mustard space to penetrate the bluestone bricks.

Inside the bluestone brick, it can be seen as countless small and irregularly distributed particles.

In a small mustard space, it is time-consuming to have to walk zigzag curves inside the stone bricks.

Penetrating real objects is not the director of the mustard space, but it is easy to penetrate the formation barrier.

Bingfeng opened her eyes to see.

There are [-] floors of underground bluestone bricks, which are [-] meters thick, and the mustard space is zigzag. If you want to go to the end, hundreds of years are not enough.

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space to go down a section, and with a thought, a blue crescent cut out of the space, went straight down, and directly penetrated five layers of bluestone bricks.

These bluestone bricks are exceptionally hard and made of special materials after refining. They are commonly used in the treasure house of the cemetery, but it is still very rare to see such a large-scale pavement of [-] floors as King Yao's tomb.

In the Anqing Fence in the late Yuanying period, the wood spirits were nearly [-]% rooted, and a crescent moon with a wood attribute was sacrificed, but it only penetrated the fifth floor.

As soon as the crescent was cut out, the five layers of bluestone bricks immediately had a deep crescent groove that went down vertically.

The mustard space went down about [-] meters smoothly.

An Qingli performed four more Crescent Slashes in a row, and the underground bluestone bricks were almost broken through.

Mustard Space hastily went down another tens of meters.

Only the bottom bluestone brick is left, only five or six meters thick.

Bingfeng said that as long as the bluestone brick is broken through, the soil will be loosened further down, and it should be easier to escape.

Just should.

Bingfeng's heartstrings were tense, and her words were very uncertain.

Because the first crescent cut broke five bluestone bricks at once, the second broke four, the third less, the fourth and fifth even less.

It was as if there was an inexplicable force that cut the crescent moon with the same power, and made an invisible digestion.

The closer one gets to the inner wall of the tomb, the more powerful this inexplicable force becomes.

"Whether it is possible or not, you need to try it first, it is better than sitting still and making wild assumptions."

With a thought in mind, An Qingli offered another sacrifice to Crescent Moon Slash.

The Crescent Slash suddenly came out of the mustard space, and collided with the blue brick blocking the way, sparking a little hot sparks, and then left a three-inch deep groove.

Only three inches deep.

An Qingli sacrificed the crescent moon again, but it was only two inches deep.

Xiao Jintan frowned: "The closer you get to the bottom of this tomb, the more your mana will be reduced. The power of space here is so powerful."

An Qingli thought again, and a few drops of highly corrosive poisonous insect liquid came out of the mustard space and dripped into the groove.

This poisonous insect liquid was obtained from the black corpse insects in the room, and its corrosive power was astonishing.

"Puchi Puchi" smoke rose from the groove.

But in the blink of an eye, a big pit three meters wide and five meters deep was corroded here.

A big hole like a funnel.

A few drops of venom collected at the bottom of the pit.

Then the big pit no longer extends downwards.

Weirdly tight.

Obviously the venom is still at the bottom of the pit, but it doesn't continue to corrode.

An Qingli used her spiritual sense to probe, and the few drops of highly corrosive poison seemed to be suspended on the thin green bricks left, but did not continue down.

"The wall of the tomb that cannot be touched."

An Qingli sighed, took the few drops of black worm liquid back to the mustard seed space, and sacrificed the Ruyi Red Flame Sword.

Half of the wishful red flame sword exited the mustard space, and half of the wishful red flame sword remained in the mustard space.

An Qingli held the Ruyi Red Flame Sword, injected spiritual power, and slammed down on the thin layer of green bricks.

But what made An Qingli's heart cold was that the blue bricks, which were clearly made of hard materials, were as soft as cotton.

In other words, An Qingli's stabbing force just now could have pierced through even a God Transformation Realm, but when she stabbed down hard, an invisible force quietly dispelled her downward force.

An Qingli exerted a lot of force, but the tip of the Ruyi Red Flame Sword did not drop at all, as if there was a soft film of water, which bounced away everything close to the water film.

Xiao Jintan once again sighed: "This space is so powerful, it traps everything, even the mustard space, allowing them to enter, but not to get out."

An Qingli withdrew the Ruyi Red Flame Sword.

The smelting fire took the initiative to ask for orders.

An Qingli sighed. Although she knew that the smelting fire was mostly futile, she still put half of it out of the mustard space.

The mustard space quickly went up, exiting the [-]-meter-thick underground bluestone bricks.

Half of the smelting fire quickly descended, and with a posture of perishing together, it slammed into the bottom of the big pit.

However, an invisible force suddenly blocked the smelting fire.

The smelting fire went down desperately, trying to completely burn the little green brick that was not thick.

But the flames screamed ferociously, but they still couldn't reach the bottom of the big funnel pit.

"What a powerful space restriction, infinitely extending a line of distance close to the inner wall, it is not comparable to those space magic weapons." The smelting fire came back with a feather, and sighed bitterly.

A space magic weapon such as the Golden House space only expands a space inside. It is made of special materials by the craftsman according to the techniques passed down from his ancestors. Even if there is some extension to the internal space, it is also a limited extension. .

Even if the smelting fire is trapped in that kind of spatial magic weapon, it can destroy it from inside.

But the extension of space in this tomb is equivalent to infinite extension for the current smelting fire, and the smelting fire takes its fundamental method.

In the empty tomb, An Qingli collected half of the smelting fire and returned it to the mustard space.

The smelting fire that was divided into two parts merged into one again.

"Master, will we be trapped here forever?" He had fully understood the powerful smelting fire, and sighed.

An Qingli said in a deep voice: "I haven't reached a desperate situation yet, so there is no need to be so discouraged."

Little Pegasus looked at the luck on An Qingli's head, that's right, it was still the third stage of purple luck.

But being trapped here all the time, and not being able to die for a while, these three stages of purple luck can be considered reasonable.

The little Lingxi went to An Qingli's arms, looked up at An Qingli, her big eyes were stained with melancholy, and said: "Obviously there is nothing good in the tomb, why do you want to set up such a powerful formation that never returns?"