Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The thick Haotian stone book hung vertically in the air, facing An Qingli's position, and solemnly swore an oath.

The voice of the oath carries the taste of endless years, and it really comes from the distant ancient times.

"My Haotian Stone Book Artifact Spirit, with my soul, swears to the God of Haotian, and I will only make a contract with An Qingli's heart and blood. Apart from that, I must not have any intention of harming him, otherwise the sky will rain Punishment, erase my will."

The sound of the oath echoed in the tomb.

An Qingli also immediately swore an oath: "I, An Qingli, swear here that I will make a blood contract with the Haotian Stone Book. I shall not intentionally damage this book or use it as a material for refining tools, otherwise the sky will send thunder and punishment, and I will wipe it away." To my will."

"Very good." The old voice continued with a smile, "Be prepared. You may suffer a little bit, or you may fall into a coma. I try to be careful."

An Qingli heard the implication, and summoned Xiao Jintan to guard the shrine. The little pegasus carefully confirmed the luck on An Qingli's head, and then a drop of red heart blood flew out of the mustard space and went towards the stone book.

A small drop of heart and soul, compared with Haotian Stone Book, is as small as an ant.

The stone book didn't move, it was just an inexplicable suction that wrapped the drop of bright red blood, and went to the three meaningful characters "An Qingli" on the title page of the book.

Heart blood covered the three big characters, and then flowed quickly like a river, filling the strokes of each character in an instant.

The three big characters "An Qingli" flashed red, and a dazzling red light rose, and then the red light disappeared, and the Haotian Stone Book returned to its usual gray halo.

It is a rare noble gray in the world.

Little Lingxi's eyes sparkled, she had never seen such a beautiful gray, and she wanted to mix this color, and then dye it on the bangs on the forehead of Little Pegasus.

An Qingli's soul trembled violently, already feeling the sudden pull with Haotian Shishu.

However, the grade of the Haotian stone book was too high, and it seemed to have a touch of divine power, causing huge waves to set off in An Qingli's sea of ​​consciousness, as if it was about to expand in the next moment.

An Qingli stood stiffly on the spot, the great pain seemed to tear her shrine apart.

Xiao Jintan took root in An Qingli Divine Mansion, and the golden branches spread rapidly, densely wrapping An Qingli Divine Mansion, which offset part of the torture suffered by An Qingli Divine Mansion.

Even so, An Qingli's face was still pale, she was letting go of her heart, and took the initiative to carry the fairy book from the upper world.

Xiao Jintan only delays the relief of the pain and prolongs the process. If there is a total amount of pain, the total amount of pain will not change.

The painful process is long.

An Qingli was covered in sweat, and even felt exhausted. This immortal stone book was indeed too heavy, and it was really too difficult for the little Huashen to bear it.

This was the most difficult and painful time for An Qingli to form a bond along the way.

But the old voice said that this is also a test given by the God of Haotian to those who are predestined. He also said with a little surprise that there is a god planted there. After all, he still has some luck and ability, not just relying on lip service.

An Qingli's face was as white as paper, and she responded in pain: "That's true."

Walking in the world of comprehension depends on words alone, luck and strength.

Luck fuels strength, and strength stabilizes luck.

For example, in the face of the black corpse Konjac, the evil star in the eyes of others was used by her and became her help.

The golden branches of Xiao Jintan almost wrapped An Qingli's shrine into a cocoon, and then loosened the golden cocoon little by little under the signal of An Qingli's mind.

The other little ones looked at An Qingli worriedly.

The pain in the soul is a thousand times more difficult than the pain in the body. The real pain is too painful to live.

Qingli of their family is a person who won't blink even if his arm is broken, but at this moment his figure is crumbling.

Xiao Lingxi wanted to cry, but she didn't shed any tears. She always looked at An Qingli, feeling extremely anxious.

Without her noticing, Xiao Lingxi's flesh and bones suddenly rang several times in succession, and her figure swelled several times, turning into the size of a buffalo in the field. backrest.

An Qingli, who still had enough strength, glanced at the enlarged little Lingxi, and silently said "Thank you".

"Qingli." Xiao Lingxi called out worriedly, her head showed a gentle, kind and chubby face, her two front hooves turned into human-shaped palms, holding An Qingli firmly, her two hind hooves still retained the shape of a beast .

Little Pegasus wasn't used to the sudden enlargement of the half-human, half-beast little Lingxi for a while, and it was a bit distressing, but it was still the little Lingxi beast before, which was cuter.

Outside the mustard space, the Haotian Stone Book was flipping slowly page by page.

An Qingli's endurance exceeded the prediction of the stone book tool spirit, so the turning of the stone book actually accelerated a lot invisibly.

To An Qingli, every page of the book was turned was an ordeal.

It took a full day and night to flip through the book before this ordeal finally came to an end.

An Qingli collapsed on Xiao Lingxi's back weakly, and the rejuvenation formula in her body was running crazily.

Recovering a little strength, An Qingli slightly raised his hand, and with a thought, the huge Haotian stone book suddenly disappeared from the tomb, and entered the mustard seed space the next moment, turning into the size of a fingernail, hovering over An Qing Li palm.

"Welcome to my world." An Qingli raised her lips weakly.

The Haotian stone book turned around in An Qingli's palm, looked at the surrounding vegetation and forests, and said in an old voice with some surprise: "I expected that your hidden space is of high rank, but when you reach the immortal rank, I didn't expect it to be It's so high. Such a good thing is hard to find even in the upper world."

"Really?" An Qingli, who quickly regained her strength, stood up, crossed her knees on Xiao Lingxi's back, looked at the fifth-grade fairy artifact made by the gods, and said with a smile on her eyebrows, "Maybe you can tell me about it." matters of the upper realm."

The eyes of the little ones brightened, and they immediately gathered closer.

The old voice said with a smile: "Now is not the time."

"Why?" An Qingli asked again, what she concluded with Haotianshi Shu was not a master-servant contract, it was similar to an equal contract, but An Qingli was the master, and could control and read everything in the book at will.

This fairy book had been damaged by someone, and after the contract was formed, she could sense the weakness of this old weapon spirit, like the end of a crossbow.

The old man laughed and said, "I'm too tired. I want to sleep for ten thousand years before waking up. Besides, I'm too powerful. If you use it in the lower realm, it's easy to alarm the immortals in the upper realm and invite immortals to come down to snatch it. The loss outweighs the gain. "

An Qingli said: "Isn't it alarmist?"

She originally planned to take this book to try the tomb of the First Emperor.

Of course, whether to enter the tomb or not, the bottom line is also white luck. If the luck is black, you will take the initiative to avoid it.

The old voice was serious: "It's definitely not alarmist talk."

Little Pegasus pondered: "Then what did the master accept you for?"

The old man coughed a few times in a weak voice, and replied tiredly: "Probably dig a hole and make a confession, everyone will have a better life."