Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

With the mustard space, it is still a breeze to enter those eighth-rank and ninth-rank large formation enchantments.

It is also true that Wancheng Kingdom is not as good as it was thousands of years ago, and there are no more immortal formation masters and immortal talisman masters.

Bingfeng opened the Bingpo eye, and first detected the good things from the air.

The mustard space quietly penetrated the formation and entered the tomb, and every tomb with funerary objects was collected and scraped first.

After entering the tomb, Xiao Lingxi opened Lingxi's eyes again to see if there was a hidden fog spirit.

The mustard space moved very quickly, and almost all the closed tombs were swept away.

However, these good things put in in advance are not too good, but if they are replaced by spirit stones, they are also quite impressive.

There are still five tombs left, and the ice soul can't see through them, and the Wuling of the Tribulation Realm may be trapped in one of the tombs.

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and came to the door of the first tomb. Little Pegasus saw the luck on An Qingli's head and confirmed that he could enter.

The first tomb is on the bottom floor, and there is a ninth-rank defensive enchantment.

Generally speaking, the ninth-rank defensive enchantment is already daunting, but the mustard space enters directly, as if entering a no-man's land.

Unfortunately, there are no valuables, only nine bottles of gorgeous empty coffins.

In front of the coffin, the coffins were placed in advance, and they turned out to be the favorite concubines of the old lord.

He also explained that this tomb was the place where the nine concubines of the old lord were buried.

"The person is not dead, but the spiritual position is set in advance."

Xiao Jintan became more and more disliked by the old ruler of the Wancheng Kingdom.

An Qingli didn't touch the empty coffins, and went to the second tomb.

The second tomb was on the second floor, and Little Pegasus said that An Qingli's luck had dropped a little, so he should be able to enter.

There is no barrier outside the tomb, and the door of the tomb is so thick that Bingfeng cannot see through it.

This kind of reluctance to give up the barrier outside the tomb is actually a bit more dangerous. An Qingli manipulated the mustard space to move forward cautiously through the cracks under the tomb.

Halfway through the walk, Bingfeng yelled to stop, saying that there was wind inside, it was so strong, and there were also black lacquered demon vines growing.

"Wind?" Xiao Lingxi's eyes lit up, "Wu Ling can also make wind, is Wu Ling inside?!"

An Qingli was still not sure, and asked Bingfeng what those demon vines looked like, and figured out the abilities and ranks of the demon vines before continuing to manipulate the mustard space to go inside.

When the mustard space does not actively move, it is difficult to find even the late stage of Mahayana, let alone these demon vines in the dark room.

It was really windy in the dark room.

As soon as the mustard space entered the dark tomb, it was blown around by the turbulent wind.

However, the interior of the mustard space is still stable and will not be affected in the slightest.

The turbulent wind in the house is caused by these demon vines.

These demon vines, called the wind-swinging vines, are born with the ability to sway and twist, and the longer they grow, the more vigorously they twist, just like small fish that jump around when they leave the water, and they will not live long without swaying.

The wind whistled.

The demon vines were still entangled and wrestling with each other, making crackling noises.

The little Lingxi opened the Lingxi Eyes, looking for treasures and Wuling in the dark, and suddenly said: "The old demon vines with roots that have transformed into gods have already transformed, and their feet have become roots, which are rooted in the ground. Like the seaweed in the water, swaying intoxicated there."

An Qingli had expected it.

The reproduction of this wind-swinging vine is somewhat similar to the reproduction of a bee colony, they are all born one by one.

Those little vines are the descendants of the old vine.

An old one, with a group of young ones, swinging vines there, swaying non-stop.

Little Pegasus let out a "huh", very serious.

Little Lingxi didn't find any treasure in this tomb, nor did he find Wuling, but a demon vine in the transformation stage was imprisoned here, and he didn't know what it was for.

An Qingli thought for a while, and said, "In order to inform the news."

"Ah?" Xiao Lingxi still didn't understand.

An Qingli explained in the mustard space in the ups and downs: "This tomb has not been completely completed, and some treasures have been placed in advance. These wind-swinging vines are just like gatekeepers. Once a thief is found, the relevant authorities will be notified immediately." people."

Little Lingxi said "oh", these demon vines are also equivalent to grave guards.

Bingfeng found a little spiritual fluctuation in the dark tomb.

The place where the spiritual energy fluctuated was surrounded by many little demon vines, Bingfeng opened his Bing Po eyes to look carefully, and found that the place where the spiritual energy fluctuated was actually several teleportation arrays.

I don't know where these teleportation arrays lead to the tomb.

It seems that the old demon vine in the transformation stage is not only in charge of guarding the gate, but also in charge of security.

There is no trace of bond on the old demon vine, and the bones of monsters and monks are all around the old demon vine. Some of those corpses are so shriveled that only a piece of skin remains. and the blood of beasts.

An Qingli didn't plan to keep the old demon vine, so as not to be discovered by the old demon vine when he went to the remaining tombs.

The mustard space was ups and downs in the turbulent wind, An Qingli calmly took the picture of the moon feast in his hand.

Little Huzi hugged Lei Shi, reluctant to come out from inside.

An Qingli pointed the picture of the moon feast at the unsuspecting old demon vine, and suddenly had a thought.

Just listen to "ah".

The little demon vines in the room were a little dazed. Where did the ancestor who led them sway? !

There is no ancestor figure anywhere.

An Qingli succeeded in one blow, and then unfolded the picture of the moon banquet, aiming at the front, back, left, and right, and quickly stimulated his thoughts.

The wind-swinging vines were uprooted one after another, and Xiao Jintan vaguely remembered the time when he entered the Phoenix Feather Secret Realm and plucked the Ten Thousand Years of Soul-Breaking Grass.

However, at that time, only a handful of the Wannian Soul Severing Grass was harvested, but it was not as refreshing as it is now.

The wind-swinging vines in the house were all in the picture of the moon feast, panicked and dazed for a moment, the little demon vines felt as uncomfortable when they left the soil, like a fish leaving water.

There is still a large open space in the mustard space, and there are also several dark caves.

An Qingli moved his mind, and moved the small vines that had just been brought in into the dark cave.

After being confused for a short time, those little vines quickly scrambled to get their roots into the soil and swayed quickly in order to recover quickly.

But the old wind-swinging vine was temporarily left in the moon feast picture by An Qingli.

"Who are you? Where am I?" The wind rattan turned into a human form, bluffing in surprise and anger, "I'm the old lord's subordinate, arrest me? Are you going to go to the altar, or fry it?!"

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, a ball of black fire immediately arrived in front of the transfigured demon vine.

Plants and trees are most afraid of fire.

What's more, this black fire is the fire of the Eight Desolation Netherworld, its power is too amazing, and the demon vine in the transformation stage is afraid from the bottom of his heart.

Old but fine.

The old demon vine "thumped" and knelt down, bowed like others, raised his hands above his head, and begged for mercy loudly: "My lord and princess, I was wrong! If you want to steal this tomb, you can steal it, but I am innocent! What's more, I haven't Seeing your face and not knowing who you are, let me go!"