Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

When the arrow reached a foot away from the black taro, it couldn't move an inch, as if it was embedded in the darkness.

Then starting from the tip of the arrow, the arrow transformed from spiritual power began to melt inch by inch.

The black taro demon king is proud, but it's a pity that his new master cannot see that he, the great demon king of the black corpse konjac clan, should be invincible in the world!

Invincible Oh!
The black taro demon king was very excited, and he wanted to quickly collect and scrape the tomb, and then follow his master to the sun to kill all directions and spread his reputation far and wide!
Dozens of dangers disappeared silently in the darkness, An Qingli raised her lips, this guy stinks, but it is really easy to use, it is equivalent to taking in a thug comparable to Mahayana.

The black corpse konjac put all the things he got in the moon feast picture, not daring to hide anything.

An Qingli thought about it, checked the stinking treasures, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Go, next place."

The mustard space stumbled, and finally came out of the tomb of the concubine, and arrived in front of the tomb of a prince.

This prince's tomb was also visited last time, but he didn't go in, and according to the black corpse konjac, the prince died a few years earlier than the concubine, and he died under the punishment of thunder. I don't know what he did to anger the heavens. .

However, after his death, it was a grand burial, with a large number of people in the burial palace, countless spiritual stones and magic tools, and the coffin that the old lord personally built for him.

"Lingshi?" Xiao Jintan immediately regained his spirits.

After a few little ones vomited, they stuffed their nostrils with cloth strips, and they were happy.

It's just that the smell of black taro is too strong, and it makes me sick when I think about it, and I want to vomit when I smell it, so the little ones haven't officially met it yet.

An Qingli released a layer of seal restriction in the picture of the moon banquet, and Heiyu's voice came out from inside, exaggerated in tone, and gestured with Heiliang's arm: "Yes, spirit stones, there are many spirit stones. The prince's spirit root Very bad, five spirit roots, each spirit root value is extremely low, so I have to collect a lot of spirit stones for cultivation, but unfortunately people have long since disappeared, and the spirit stones can only be buried in the ground."

Little Pegasus glanced at the luck on An Qingli's head, and said vigorously: "That's just right, let's accept what he doesn't need."

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space, successfully passed through the outermost light curtain of the tomb, and then entered the tomb through the gap under the tomb door.

This time, the mustard space didn't enter, and stopped under the tomb door. An Qingli released the black taro directly, and explored the way for her first.

With a flick of his body, Heiyu entered a new tomb.

There are no runes in the tomb, only spirit stones that occupy half of the tomb.

The spiritual stones piled up like a mountain are so rich that they almost turn into water, and even the black corpse konjac wants to drool.

However, the saliva of the black corpse konjac is also stinky, and no one is likely to want to get close to it.

"Be careful." An Qingli reminded again, "Although the spirit stone is dazzling, it is also dangerous. It is not inferior to the existence of the tomb of the concubine."

If it weren't for the black corpse konjac, the tomb of the concubine would have allowed the Transcending Tribulation Realm to lie in it.

"Master, don't worry, the black taro demon king is here for everything." The black corpse konjac was full of arrogance, and his figure flickered again, and the boundless darkness spread.

In this darkness, it is the master.

The mountain-like spirit stones crashed into the Qiankun bag.

One Qiankun bag was far from enough, so I took out more than [-] more Qiankun bags.

The tomb is too big and there are too many spiritual stones. The owner of the tomb probably dug out all the underground spiritual veins during his lifetime.

And at this moment, in the boundless darkness, under a rock wall, there seemed to be the sound of pages being turned.

The pages are made of stone, but the pages themselves are thin, really like paper.

In the next moment, the true face of the black corpse konjac was on the page of the book.

However, Black Corpse Konjac didn't notice all of this, and was just happily collecting spirit stones.

In this world, there are very few people who do not love Lingshi, the question is whether to show it.

About half of the mountains of spirit stones were collected.

Suddenly there was a scream of "ah", and the black corpse konjac disappeared without a trace.

The boundless darkness also disappeared together.

The tomb became bright again, and everything returned to its original state, and the mountain-like spiritual stones returned to their towering appearance, without any trace of being passive.

Xiao Lingxi and Bingfeng stared blankly. In the boundless darkness, they did not see how the black taro disappeared. Now that the darkness suddenly dissipated, they also did not see the black taro.

Bingfeng is good at detecting things in the air, continue to open the ice eye, and quickly search for traces of black taro under those stone walls.

Xiao Lingxi is good at breaking illusions, and keeps searching the entire tomb for possible hidden magic weapons.

"This... this is the so-called invincible under heaven..." Little Pegasus nervously stared at the luck on An Qingli's head, and said nervously, "It just disappeared with an 'ah' sound so easily?"

what is this?
Unfavorable start of the teacher, die before the success of the teacher?

It's also strange that it can't see the luck on the black taro. If it can see it, it won't let it take the initiative to show off and take risks.

An Qingli said in a deep voice: "It's hard to think about luck. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad, or bad or good. The most urgent thing is to find the black taro."

Xiao Jintan waved his feather fan, frowned and analyzed: "Could it be that there is still a teleportation array hidden in the pile of spirit stones, which teleported the black taro away?"

"I'm still in touch with the black taro, and I can also sense that its soul power is gradually disappearing." The mustard space stopped in place without rushing in. An Qingli sacrificed a golden core puppet, holding a universe bag, and became the black taro just now doing things.

Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi focused their eyes on the puppet without blinking.

The golden core puppet bent down stiffly, and frantically stuffed the mountain of spirit stones into the Qiankun bag.

It was stuffed very quickly, and a dozen or so bags were quickly filled.

Suddenly, the golden core puppet trembled and disappeared.

Everything in the tomb returned to its original state, and the spirit stones were still piled up like a mountain.

"It's still a space-time formation! Rewind time and reshape space." An Qingli's heart skipped a beat. The person who set up the formation for this tomb really did a great job.

And she also saw the clue just now, the golden core puppet that disappeared was suddenly sucked away by something.

First, the puppet disappeared, and then time and space were reshaped.

It seems that the disappearing puppet is the key to triggering the formation.

Perhaps there is no space-time formation in the tomb itself, but the treasure that absorbs puppets has a kind of reshaping supernatural power.

Knowing what An Qingli was thinking, Xiao Jintan couldn't help being surprised and said: "If there is such a treasure that can be devoured and reshaped, isn't it a thing from the lower realms, and it has reached the immortal level?"

An Qingli said in a deep voice: "It's not surprising. I have encountered several gods, beasts and gods, and it is not surprising to encounter a fairy artifact from the upper realm."

Xiao Jintan nodded: "That's true. Wancheng Kingdom has many good things in Bianlan Realm."

Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi have initially locked a range, where the black taro and the puppet disappeared last.

An Qingli could sense that Heiyu was calling for help, and the cry for help was still weakening.