Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The tomb was silent, and in An Qingli's eyes, the runes circulated silently, and the circulation became faster and faster.

Xiao Jintan's soul quietly entered Anqingli Shenfu, just in case.

Some formations are forced to comprehend, which is very dangerous and needs to be interrupted if necessary.

An Qingli lay on the ground, but her feet started to move unknowingly.

She has been comprehending that space technique, but she has nowhere to find a teacher, so she only learned a shape similarity before.

Just like a layman secretly learning alchemy, he only learned the instructions, but did not learn the corresponding mental method.

The rune is turning faster and faster, and if you look closely, it doesn't just turn in one direction, but turns forward a little bit, and then back a little bit, which means turning back three times in one step.

At least in this space law circle, the flow of space is like this.

An Qingli stood up abruptly, and in the mustard space, according to what she could see, she took three steps forward and one step back, gradually increasing her speed and zigzagging repeatedly.

After a few times, I opened my eyes wide, only to see their family walking quickly in the mustard space with mysterious steps under the green fence.

You can vaguely see the shadow of the runes on the top of the tomb, but it doesn't seem to be all there.

Anyway, the little ones also know that their understanding is limited, as long as Qingli doesn't go mad and spit blood, he can do anything.

In Shangshan's eyes, the flow of runes was also extremely fast, but he was not moving his feet, but his hands.

A hand suddenly transformed into a talisman pen made of water, held up in the air, drawing non-stop.

In the Wancheng Kingdom's palace, the palace servants bowed towards the old lord again, with a smile on their faces and a calm tone, and reported as usual: "My lord, that thief is also trapped in King Yao's tomb today, so he can't get out."

"it is good."

The old ruler closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and spoke calmly.

The people in the palace were even more joyful, the thief had been trapped for several months, the old king was in a good mood, and the blackness on his face also faded a lot.

"Report to the lord." The palace man lowered his head, taking advantage of the lord's good mood, he continued to report, "The eldest princess led someone into the tomb, and her soul was wounded, so she asked for a ninth-grade soul-replenishing pill."

The blackness on the face of the king suddenly increased, and he shook his head in refusal.

The palace servants have served the old lord for many years, so of course they understand what the lord wants.

Nowadays, there is a shortage of pills in Wancheng, high-level spiritual plants, and high-level pills. The only alchemist of the ninth rank can only refine pills below the ninth rank...

Even the queen mother of a country lacks the ninth-rank soul-replenishing pill and the ninth-rank soul-nourishing pill. It is really inappropriate for the eldest princess who is not a direct descendant to want it.

The eldest princess stayed outside the palace anxiously, and returned disappointed when she heard the lord's refusal, and this result was also in her expectation.

Although she is the eldest princess and the first daughter of her father, she has never had the best things in the royal family.

Huineng is, Shangshan is, and Gu Yaoting with the pure Yang body is also, including the best elixirs.

If she was born of the empress dowager, with her spiritual root and understanding, no matter how good she is, she may not be able to reach the Mahayana realm.

However, Shangshan was rewarded successively to the most useless fourth child and fifth child, and even the third child with good spiritual roots did not take advantage of Shangshan.

I don't know who will benefit the rescued Shangshan in the end.

The old lord raised his eyes to look outside the hall, sighed softly, and signaled the palace staff to continue.

The palace man bent down and cupped his hands, and continued: "Third princess, she has Gu Yaoting's help, and she asks His Majesty for a pill of transforming gods, and is going to break through the stage of transforming gods."

The old lord said casually: "How about Gu Yaoting?"

The palace man said truthfully: "Too much has been harvested, and most people are already useless."

As soon as the words fell, the palace man said with some hatred: "After all, he is a villain in the Bianlan Realm, and death is not a pity."

The old lord nodded and said nothing, it was because the three princesses acted too hastily and destroyed a pure Yang body that was unique in a million.

Seeing that the old lord was not angry, the man in the palace went on to report that it was a major event that happened in Wancheng's country in the past one or two days.

For example, last night, a Prince Qiu who was guarding the imperial mausoleum robbed himself and led someone to break into the tomb of the lord, which was the tomb of the old lord's own son.

As a result, the tomb of the king's lord was dangerous, and all the people in the team were buried with him.

The tomb of the king is of course dangerous, there are a few large formations set up by the king himself to keep everyone away, outsiders have no way of knowing.

The palace people asked the old lord how to announce the cause and news of Prince Qiu's death to the outside world.

The blackness on the face of the old master increased, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "The thieves from the Bianlan Realm were hooked up and executed in secret. All of Prince Qiu's lineage were deprived of their surnames, expelled from the City of Destiny, and demoted to pariahs. All the wealth of Prince Qiu's mansion will belong to the treasury."

The palace people didn't dare to comment, they could only answer yes again and again, that Prince Qiu was afraid that he was poor and crazy, so he moved the tomb of the old king's parents and children.

If the old lord does not punish severely, the new graves of the old lord's lineage may also be disturbed and there will be no peace.

The tomb of the old lord is also being built day and night.

Originally, the old lord was in the late stage of Mahayana, and he did not commit too many crimes. He is likely to become the first person among the successive lords of the Zhou Dynasty to ascend to the upper realm.

However, the fall of the realm is already a fact.

Falling within two or three thousand years is almost a foregone conclusion.

Like the previous kings, the old king cared about his cemetery, and he cared very much.

Regardless of whether Bian Lanjie believes it or not, the people of Wancheng Kingdom firmly believe that the higher the standard of burial in the cemetery after death, the better the objects buried with him. If he enters the netherworld after death, he can continue to have slaves and maidservants and enjoy superior treatment.

After all, who knows what will happen after death.

Even those who were revived by taking the Resurrection Pill only said that they seemed to have slept in the boundless darkness for a while, and then woke up suddenly, and they couldn't remember anything that happened in the darkness.

Hundreds of thousands of slaves were used to excavate the tombs of previous kings day and night.

Once the tomb is complete, the Dragonstone will be dropped.

Once the Dragon Breaking Stone falls, the door of the tomb will be closed, and the yin and yang will be separated. Those slaves who dig the tomb will also be buried with them.

Therefore, the tombs of the king's lord in Wancheng's country are all places of great resentment.

The old country lord found a leisure time, alone, and went to see his magnificent cemetery that was under construction.

Ambitious when she was young, she despised her father and brother for being a daughter, turned against each other, and gave up the journey of immortality.

Now he is old, with splendid hair on his temples, but like those people who have loved and hated happily, they will eventually be buried here.

Unwilling.

What's more, it was a white-haired man sending a black-haired man, and he felt sorry for his most cherished child.

windy.

The setting sun shines at night.

The old master of the early stage of Mahayana, crossed his legs in the sky alone, looking at his Zhou family that has been passed down for [-] years.

If he dies, who will be the next Mahayana realm in this Wancheng country.

The next Mahayana realm will come from the Zhu family, still surnamed Qi.

Thief!

That damn thief!

The old lord suddenly gritted his teeth.

The fate of the Wan Cheng Kingdom, the fate of the Zhou Dynasty, and the fate of the Zhou Dynasty were all disrupted by the thief.

His crown prince, his queen, and his journey to ascension were all ruined by that thief.

That thief should have died long ago, in the tomb of his elder brother, Prince Yao.