Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The extremely disgusting stench permeated the entire tomb of the concubine in an instant.

Although An Qingli didn't smell it in the mustard space, she had fully understood it through the Shenmu.

Xiao Jintan closed his eyes and frowned, and said to Little Pegasus, "Is this what you call good luck?"

Little Pegasus couldn't see or smell it, so he could only helplessly say: "Then what can I do, I did see the recovery of Master's luck."

"What can stink like this?" Xiao Jintan frowned again, and searched the inheritance memory again.

Little Pegasus flicked his bangs on his forehead, and said nonchalantly: "Could it be that the chamber pot became the essence, or the rotten egg became the essence?"

The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, then suddenly raised her hand, and slapped Little Pegasus on the head to make it more serious.

The Shenmu had receded far away, and as An Qingli's eyes outside, he was always staring at the stinking tomb.

Stinks.

The thing that has been fermented for thousands of years feels like it can directly stun the Nascent Soul stage, but fortunately, Shenmu is not a real person.

"not good!"

Xiao Jintan searched in the inheritance memory, kept comparing and eliminating, and suddenly let out a cry.

But before the words fell, there was a sudden "Huh" sound from the destroyed tomb, and almost instantly, the entire tomb was plunged into darkness.

Complete darkness.

Shenmu An Qingli's eyesight at the stage of transformation into a god could not see even the slightest light.

Really blind.

An Qingli in the mustard space suddenly lost contact with Shenmu, and she tried to open her eyes a little, and looked out, even the inside of the mustard space was pitch black.

"What the hell? The mustard space has turned black!" Little Pegasus's heart skipped a beat, and in the terrifying darkness, he moved closer to An Qingli in a panic.

An Qingli stood up suddenly, and quickly raised her eyes to look around. Even Xiao Jintan's golden body in the mustard space was swallowed by darkness.

"What a powerful monster!" An Qingli steadied her mind and asked Xiao Jintan, "What the hell is it?"

In the complete darkness, Xiao Jintan could no longer see An Qingli, so he judged An Qingli's direction through his voice, and replied aloud: "It's an ancient demon flower, the black corpse konjac. , boundless darkness."

"Boundless darkness?" An Qingli frowned. Although she had Xiao Jintan's inheritance memory, she mostly knew about grass, but she didn't know everything about the mutant supernatural powers of grass and trees.

Moreover, this black corpse konjac has no records in Bianlan Realm, and it can be regarded as a powerful demon plant that has been lost in the long river of time.

Xiao Jintan continued in a deep voice, "That darkness is not just pure darkness, the center of darkness can also dispel all sounds and spiritual power. To put it simply, it is the master of that piece of darkness. The Blossom Sword Realm is similar, and it is also similar to your dominance of the mustard space."

Having said that, An Qingli also understood that the black corpse konjac was fighting at home in the darkness it created.

But there is no absolute master, and there is no such thing as "can dissolve everything", it is nothing more than a comparison of strength and weakness.

An Qingli's eyes were completely dark, and she used her thoughts to recall the Shenmu, but she still couldn't sense where the Shenmu was.

Xiaofei was flustered, and finally took out a fluorescent stone from the Qiankun bag, but the fluorescent stone itself was also a dark mass.

An Qingli invoked the spiritual power of the fire attribute, flipped his hand, and turned out a ball of ordinary flames.

Little Pegasus blinked and blinked, it could clearly feel the heat of the flames, but it couldn't see the existence of the flames at all, it was pitch black.

"Master, what's the matter?" The smelting fire, which was busy refining the phoenix blood, also made a sound in the darkness.

"The ancient demon flower is showing its power, and it is temporarily plunged into the darkness." An Qingli said calmly, and followed the voice to look over, even the crimson smelting fire was not seen in the darkness.

The thorny demon flower.

In the boundless darkness, there was another "Hey" sound, accompanied by the sound of chewing.

The subtle sound of chewing, amplified infinitely in the boundless darkness, makes one's back numb.

An Qingli's back didn't go numb, but she just frowned. Could it be that the demon flower was chewing semi-refined sacred wood? !
If this is the case, the semi-refined sacred tree will return to the state of dead branches, and the years of refining will be in vain again.

However, Xiao Jintan was very lucky, fortunately, it was the Shenmu, not Qingli, who came out of the mustard space, otherwise the one in the mouth of the Yaohua at this moment might be Qingli himself.

With such a fast attack speed, the monster flower devoured the god tree of the transformation stage, it is not known whether it has reached the tribulation realm or the Mahayana realm.

The danger in this imperial mausoleum is really hard to guard against.

In the empty darkness, the sound of a dog chewing on a bone continued. An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and moved carefully following the sound.

Suddenly, the chewing stopped.

The mustard space also stopped suddenly, and Xiao Jintan's mind tensed up, fearing that the mustard space would be sensed by the other party in this darkness.

Fortunately, a moment later, the demon flower let out another "pooh" sound in the darkness, probably because it had its teeth bitten by the god tree, and then it made another "poof" sound, spitting out the god tree.

Bang!
The sound of Shenmu falling to the ground.

Then, with reluctance, the demon flower rolled up the Shenmu with its long, slippery tongue like a small snake, and swallowed it directly into her stomach without chewing.

Although An Qingli couldn't see it, she could hear it, and because Xiao Jintan had already said the words "black corpse konjac", the huge and ugly shape of the black corpse konjac had completely appeared in An Qingli's mind .

The black corpse konjac smells like the mucus secreted by its stamens, which is really smelly and disgusting.

The mustard space continued to move closer to the black corpse konjac.

But at this moment, the transformed black corpse konjac, like a human again, stretched, yawned, exhaled an extremely disgusting stench, and immediately sprayed hundreds of meters out of the mustard space that was approaching it.

This luck!
An Qingli sighed in her heart, it really was white luck, and it was impossible to achieve what she wanted.

But the darkness has not subsided, and An Qingli can only manipulate the mustard space, approaching the black corpse konjac the same way.

"Is there anyone else?" The black corpse konjac suddenly made a sound again, feeling it carefully in the dark night magic power it displayed, and then said to itself, "There should be no one. It has been buried for a thousand years." Years, today I can finally come out and take a breath."

Mustard Space follows the sound.

The black corpse konjac turned into a black-headed and black-faced boy, and emerged from the tomb that suppressed it before.

Flowers are also divided into male and female. It is a male flower. It was captured and transplanted here when it experienced the thunder disaster of transformation in the dense forest and its body was weak.

In other words, it has no special duty of guarding the tomb. It is purely a rare thing and buried in the ground as a funerary object.

But misfortune is unpredictable, buried here for a thousand years, it actually awakened the rare innate supernatural power of the black corpse konjac clan, and let it swallow a piece of divine tree by chance.

Thinking of this, the black-headed and black-faced young man couldn't help but open his arms, raised his head and laughed wildly, and the laughter echoed throughout the tomb: "This seat—is about to—be invincible in the world!"