Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

After all, the black corpse konjac was important, and another golden core puppet was folded in. An Qingli frowned and thought for a while, then sacrificed another dead branch, and with a strong wave, scattered the pile of spirit stones.

The dead branches did not disappear immediately.

An Qingli was counting the time, while Bingfeng Xiaolingxi was also staring at the previously locked spot.

Only the approximate position is locked, not very accurate.

The waiting time always passes slowly.

Suddenly, the dead branch disappeared, and the pile of spiritual stones returned to its original state.

On a certain stone wall, there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power, which might not be found even in the Transcending Tribulation Realm, but it was still spotted by Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi with amazing eyesight.

"Locked!" Xiao Lingxi called excitedly.

An Qingli pondered, but did not immediately manipulate the mustard space to enter, but instead used a flying sword to go ahead instead of her.

This flying sword is only a magic weapon, it was thoroughly refined by An Qingli, it was often used during the foundation building period, and it was shelved after the Golden Elixir passed.

The flying sword flew towards the place where the spiritual power fluctuated.

Bingfeng Xiaolingxi said that no rune restriction was found at the place where the spiritual power fluctuated, maybe the treasure was simply embedded in the wall.

Heiyu's cries for help became louder and louder, with a vague sense of unfulfilled ambition.

Feijian moved closer to the wall, without any explanation, and immediately stabbed hard at the wall, trying to take out the hidden treasure.

But just when the flying sword touched the surface of the strong body, there was a "buzz", and the scene in the entire tomb suddenly changed.

The tomb was suddenly plunged into boundless darkness.

It's the kind of darkness where nothing sees light, even Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi can't see through it.

"How could it be?!" Xiao Jintan exclaimed, "How did Heiyu's ability appear?"

But it is clear that Heiyu and Qingli's induction has not been broken, and they are still weak and calling for help.

An Qingli's heart moved, she had lost contact with Feijian, and must have been silently melted and swallowed by the vortex in the darkness.

"It's still too small to underestimate that fairy weapon." While An Qingli's heartstrings were tense, she couldn't restrain a trace of excitement, "That fairy weapon may be able to extract the ability of the person who was sucked in."

"Ah? So powerful!" Little Pegasus exclaimed.

An Qingli said: "If the Zongmen's historical materials are not bad, it is a fairy artifact that has disappeared for [-] years in the Bianlan Realm—the Haotian Stone Book!"

Xiao Jintan was stunned and said: "Things from [-] years ago, it is said that people from the upper realm could go to the lower realm at will, it really is a good thing!"

"Naturally, it's a good thing. It's one of the few oldest antiques in Bian Lan's historical materials." An Qingli's mind was running fast. It's best to find a way to get such a good thing.

But it's not easy to win, not to mention the self-proclaimed invincible black taro, trapped in the Haotian Stone Book like a specimen.

I don't know why this Haotian stone book is in the tomb of a prince. It stands to reason that such a treasure is more than enough to be used as a tomb treasure in the tomb of the First Emperor.

"This is going to be sent!" Little Pegasus whispered, and saw that the luck on the master's head was not low, and it was still a little red in white.

"That's not necessarily the case." Bingfeng poured cold water, "I forgot how Yue Hongyun disappeared. More than half of them were killed by the great luck. Knowing the great luck may not be a good thing."

However, in terms of the series of things that happened to Yue Hongyun, it would be difficult for him to deny his great luck.

The way of heaven was given back by great luck, as if joking with someone.

An Qingli frowned, and spent all her money, sacrificing the soulless space.

There is no spiritual fluctuation in the spiritless space, smaller than dust, and refined by An Qingli, hoping to penetrate that darkness.

An Qingli sensed the direction of the black taro, and using her mind, manipulated the spiritless space to quickly approach the place where the stone book was.

The Haotian Stone Book is embedded under the thick stone wall, almost merging with the stone wall.

"Heiyu!" An Qingli suddenly called out with her thoughts.

"In..." Heiyu couldn't speak, but could only respond with his mind.

Now he can't see his own body at all, only sees his soul, imprisoned in nothingness.

Yes, it is nothingness.

This void is more terrifying than its boundless darkness.

In its boundless darkness, at least you can still hear sounds, and in this nothingness, no matter how much you shout and fight, you will not attract people.

Heiyu was heartbroken, thinking about his fate.

And it can clearly feel that its soul power is still being drawn little by little, and even the most proud innate supernatural power seems to be stripped away little by little.

The panic and fear in my heart is no different from being mutilated.

Wuling Space has been in the tomb for a long time, and it keeps trying to get closer to the stone wall, but it is always blocked by darkness, but fortunately, the time has passed, and it is still not collected by Haotian Stone Book.

The Haotian Stone Book has no owner.

It seems that the key to triggering this stone book is still on the pile of extremely coveted spirit stones.

"If you don't enter the tiger's lair, how can you catch tiger cubs!" An Qingli frowned, manipulated the mustard space, resolutely entered the tomb, approached the place where the spiritual power fluctuated, and retracted the spiritless space.

The mustard space has a very high rank.

The boundless darkness of the black taro can only make the inside of the mustard space dark, but it can't stop the mustard space from moving forward.

The mustard space was slightly hindered, and the speed was slightly slowed down, but it still passed through the darkness and entered the stone wall.

Once inside the stone wall, the mustard space is like shuttling through a maze full of obstacles, with twists and turns and extremely slow movements.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, the tip of a spirit treasure's sword emerged a little bit from the mustard space.

With a flash of sharp sword light, it pierced through the hard masonry and opened the way for the mustard space.

Darkness then spread over, filling the narrow path.

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space, walked vertically within the stone wall for a distance of one foot, and finally stopped in front of the ancient fairy artifact through a layer of not thick bricks and stones.

"Since we can meet, it is also a fate between you and me." An Qingli's voice came out of the mustard space, and she spoke to the Haotian stone book behind the brick.

Most of the fairy artifacts have spirits, and they don't necessarily have spiritual wisdom, but they have a natural closeness to certain people and things.

Just like An Qingli and Jiezi Space, after dripping blood, they recognized the master smoothly, and even refining it was extremely simple.

And this Haotian stone book has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. Generally speaking, it should have given birth to a weapon spirit, and it is a high-level weapon spirit. , or the special case of falling asleep.

There was no response in the boundless darkness, and An Qingli's voice continued in the darkness: "Isn't it a pity to be buried in the ground as a funeral object. Release the black taro, follow me, refine the elixir, and take you to the sky."

There was still no response in the dark.

The smelting fire sensed where the fairy artifact was, and half of the smelting fire came out of the mustard space. He said excitedly, "Follow me, and I can take you to the next level. Maybe one day in the future, you will reach the artifact!"