Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Black taro is naturally happy, it really got a good master.

There is a master, An Qingli, who never forgets to raise it, and it is more than three times faster in cultivation!
It - will be - invincible!
Shangshan closed his eyelashes and looked down, and Wuling accompanied the neglected Shangshan.

It is said that his home is so good-looking, it looks good from any angle, and it is really unreasonable to be left aside in the cold.

The wind blows the robes of the people in the sky.

Everyone looked down.

Patriarch Qi Wu and a demon cultivator were exploring the first tomb.

There are also several other ancestors of Dujie, guarding outside the tomb, ready to escape or help at any time.

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Somewhere in the imperial mausoleum below, the aura fluctuated sharply, bursting out with dazzling light.

The light was accompanied by a disgusting putrid smell.

Rush into the sky waves, billowing smoke and dust.

A suzerain of the Bianlan Realm shook his body, watching helplessly as the soul card of an ancestor demon cultivator shattered.

It was completely shattered, and the soul lamp was also extinguished at the same time, and he lost his life in an instant.

And the other suzerains in Bianlan Realm also unfortunately saw cracks in the soul cards of their ancestors who had crossed the catastrophe.

Qiu Xuanjing got up in a hurry, clenched his hands into fists, and even Qi Wu's ancestor soul card was cracked!
The flying unicorn has already reminded the black luck!
Even the bold An Qingli took the initiative to back away!
But some ancestors just don't listen!

Several suzerains were in a hurry and circled around.

A person suddenly appeared in the billowing smoke.

It was Patriarch Qi Wu who soared into the sky, vomited blood, held an ax in one hand, and had a broken leg.

The fracture was not neat, it was a leg bitten off by something.

There was a crackling sound in the smoke.

Those who failed to escape the Transcendence Tribulation Realm were still fighting in the smoke and dust.

"What?!" Qi Si mobilized his spiritual energy and asked.

Qi Wu almost lost his senses in half of his body, he only had time to swallow the healing elixir, and didn't bother to answer at all.

Suddenly, a man and a woman jumped out of the billowing smoke.

No, to be precise, a mother and a son.

A [-]-year-old female zombie is carrying a baby zombie on its back.

The female zombie has dull eyes and an ugly face, but she can sense the smell of living people.

The little zombie's head was not even complete, half of its head was cut off obliquely, and its two fangs were exposed downwards, locking onto the group of fresh and nourishing living people in An Qingli.

"go with!"

An Qingli ordered with a deep eyebrow.

The black taro came out immediately, and the boundless darkness spread out, immediately covering the mother and child as zombies.

The sound of fighting continued in the underground smoke and dust, indicating that the zombies in the underground imperial mausoleum were not the only ones seen here.

But undoubtedly, these are the two most powerful.

"You go too."

Shangshan closed his eyelashes and ordered, and the fog spirit descended immediately, and the thick fog filled the air instantly, trapping the large group of zombies underground.

These zombies have been around for a long time and are too destructive. If one is released from the imperial tomb, it will be a troublesome matter.

"Fight!"

The several ancestors of Dujie saw the situation clearly, held their magical weapons, bent down to the ground, and dealt with the group of half-dead creatures on the ground.

The group of half-dead creatures, many ordinary people who were buried with them during their lifetime, have undergone some kind of good luck after death, and they have become extremely powerful.

And above the sky.

The mother-child zombie. The speed of the corpse is really too fast.

Immortal grade level, the speed is much faster than Qi Wu in the Mahayana realm, otherwise Qi Wu would not be bitten off a leg.

The little zombie opened his mouth, with a dull expression, "crunching" Qi Wu's leg.

There is blood in the leg, but not much.

The mother and child zombies were clearly hungry for more.

"Jie Jie!"

The mother, zombie, let out a strange laugh from her throat, and suddenly smelled so many fresh breaths, her eyes seemed to be brightened.

The extreme darkness of the black corpse konjac seems to have little effect on the mother zombie.

This group of half-dead creatures were originally born in the darkness, relying on the perception of living things to find their way.

Even the black taro was caught off guard and took a bite. While hiding, he asked An Qingli for help: "Master, this mother. Zombie seems to have a spiritual wisdom, and the teeth can break through the melting force around me!"

Mother Zang carried little Jang on her back, unable to rush out of the dark space distorted by Heiyu for a while, only chasing Heiyu relentlessly.

Heiyu was in a panic, and was frustrated to find that it was far from being invincible in the world.

It was too dangerous, An Qingli returned to the Jiezi space in an instant, and Shangshan also returned to the finger-pushing space.

The finger-pushing space was given to Shangshan by An Qingli.

As for the sudden disappearance of An Qingli's figure, it's not surprising, it's just that she entered the space magic weapon of Shangshan.

In addition, An Qingli has a fairy weapon master by his side, so it is not uncommon for him to create a high-level hidden magic weapon for himself.

"Jie Jie!"

Mother Zong took another bite of the black taro, and tore off a large piece of wrinkled petals.

As the petals fell, the stench was overwhelming again.

But everyone has no time to take care of it.

The speed of the black taro was completely crushed, and the flowers and leaves withered.

"Master, save me!" Heiyu begged for help.

"Come to my place!" An Qingli responded with emotion, and manipulated Jiezi to go straight into the darkness.

Shangshan closed his eyelashes, felt that An Qingli was far away, pressed down his worry, and moved his mind, and took a few formation talisman masters, as well as Feng Yuji Xiaopeng into the space to pull his fingers, and then manipulated the space to pull his fingers down, to help those underground injured ancestors .

Underground is a fierce battle.

Among those half-dead creatures, there is no lack of strength in the Mahayana realm, but fortunately, they are not full of intelligence and can barely deal with it.

However, the ancestors of Bianlan Realm were still seriously injured.

"Did you cause a catastrophe?" Xiao Lingxi asked anxiously.

"Yes." Xiao Jintan answered affirmatively, and then said, "However, these ancestors, if they don't suffer, how can they gain wisdom."

The underground fight continued.

After taking the elixir, Patriarch Qi Wu grew new legs and expelled the corpse poison in his body, then went down to fight those zombies fiercely.

As for the high altitude, give it to Heiyu, and maybe An Qingli.

In the past, Donghai was able to escape from the iron chain of the fairy coffin, and the ancestor Qi Wu always knew that An Qingli should not be underestimated.

And I also know that among Shangshan's so-called confidante, there is probably only one An Qingli.

Qi Wu has always seen the diligence and savvy of this alchemy master.

High above the sky, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and hurried to Heiyu.

Heiyu sensed that An Qingli was approaching, and rushed towards An Qingli.

Mother Zong chewed off a stinky flower branch in her mouth, spat it out in disgust, then stiffened her legs, and caught up with the black taro.

The black taro was bitten again.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, under the compulsory call of the master-servant contract, Heiyu's figure flashed, and suddenly disappeared from his mother's stiff mouth. The next moment, he entered the mustard space, dying, and lay down at An Qingli's feet.

But An Qingli didn't care about it for the time being.

With another thought movement, a drop of pure unicorn blood floated high in the sky, and the mustard space was hidden in that drop of blood.

The flying unicorn looked at the sudden needle-sized wound on its front leg, feeling a little sad.

"Ok?"

The mother froze and gave birth to wisdom, but not too much, her eyes were confused, and she looked at the drop of good blood that suddenly appeared.