Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The blood of the seventh-order sky flying unicorn is indeed good blood, and even the grandmaster of the talisman maker is heartbroken.

The mother's stiff eyes showed confusion, and she looked at the drop of good blood.

But how could the little zombie behind it hold back, jumped away from the back of the mother's zombie, and went towards the drop of good blood.

The speed was so fast that An Qingli had no time to react.

But the mother zombie suddenly raised an arm, easily blocking the rushing little zombie.

The little zombie uttered a dissatisfied "Jie Jie", and slipped under the mother's arm again, opened his mouth, and couldn't wait to swallow the drop of blood into his mouth.

Mother froze in place, with a hint of pampering in her eyes.

The little zombie. Zombie enjoys the blood.

The mother zombie stretched out her withered arm, and carefully put the contented little zombie back on her back, and then used the other withered arm to firmly support the little zombie's body.

Suddenly, Xiao Zang felt a little hot in his stomach.

Of course, it should feel neither hot nor painful.

Just uncomfortable.

The indescribable discomfort should be the spiritual discomfort.

The next moment, a trace of black flames drilled out of its belly.

It didn't realize what was going on, it just stared blankly at the black thing that came out of its stomach.

Little Zombie's eyes suddenly showed fear.

"Jie Jie!"

The little zombie screamed in horror.

Mother. Jiang also suddenly felt something strange in her back.

It also does not feel burning and pain.

It only felt that the back seemed to be empty, and a big hole should have been burned out.

The black flames, like maggots attached to the bones, cling to the big and small flesh, burning silently and faintly.

Because she couldn't feel any pain, and because the skin, muscles, and bones of the past [-] years were extremely firm, the mother's eyes even showed confusion, not knowing what the black flame was.

But Xiao Zang's frightened screams reminded his mother.

The mother stiff stretched out her hand directly, and her five fingers were like pointed grass, piercing into the neck of the little stiff.

The small stiff head is separated from the torso.

The torso covered in black flames has been completely burned, leaving only a head that hides the soul, floating leisurely in the air.

As soon as Xiao Zang was rescued, Mother Zang took his time and inserted five hard fingers below his collarbone.

In the next moment, only the head and the two arms connected to the neck remained.

As for the part below the mother's collarbone, it was faintly reduced to ashes in the black fire.

Mother Zang stared at Xiao Zang, who had only one head left, and her own body, which was only half left. After a long while, Chi's anger finally burst out in her eyes.

Angry!

The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the wind was raging.

An Qingli felt a chill in the mustard space.

The smelting fire went to the high altitude in the mustard space, burning like a fiery red sun.

"Jie Jie!"

The little zombie with only one head left was still laughing in the dark wind, as if he was still searching for the delicious blood just now.

The mother's stiff eyes showed ferocity.

The next moment, it suddenly let out a scream, raised its two stiff arms, and slammed its head violently.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

One sound passed quickly.

The mother's stiff head was smashed and dented.

Xiao Zang still doesn't know what happened, the only remaining head is around the mother Zang, circling in a circle in confusion.

But the mother couldn't bear the soul-stirring pain, put her head in her arms, and suddenly, she rushed to a high mountain hundreds of miles away.

"boom--!"

Landslides and fissures.

Countless rocks fell down one after another.

Countless people were terrified.

What happened again? !

Could it be the remnants of the three major families!

The mother's stiff head hit the mountain directly.

But it hurts!

It's getting more and more painful, and I can't get rid of it more and more!

Mother Zhuang put her head in her arms, and went to another high mountain, Xiao Zhan hurriedly followed behind, with a little puzzlement in her eyes.

"Jie!"

The mother screamed sharply from her mouth, and after hitting twelve high mountains, she screamed like a blessing to her heart and went into a river.

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space, always attached to the mother's head.

The black ghost fire has already started to start a prairie fire, and drilled out of the dead mother's head.

The mother stiffened her head and arms, and rolled into the water with a "plop".

However to no avail.

Netherfire is not afraid of Fanshui.

But the entire river began to churn violently, as if some great monster was born.

Little Zombie rushed over quickly, seemingly still wanting to get close to his mother Zombie.

Mother Zombie screamed in shock, not letting Xiao Zang get close, and then covered her head with her arms, splashing water, and rushed to the sky in a sudden, in extreme pain.

An Qingli sat cross-legged, wearing a relic on her wrist, and began to recite the sutras.

I don't know if it's useful or not, but it's okay to try.

The golden Buddha's light penetrated the mustard space, illuminating the hollow head of the female zombie.

Inside the hollow skull was the dead mother's soul.

The mother held her head with her arms stiff, and her cry was even more painful.

Xiao Zang approached, and finally let out a strange scream, trying to get closer to his mother.

But the whole body of the mother zombie is full of black fire, burning faintly, how can the little zombie get close.

As soon as Xiao Zang approached, it was the end of his soul flying away.

Suddenly, the mother's stiff and shriveled jaw moved, making a muffled sound.

"Let... let us go."

The mother made a vague sound, as if begging for mercy. Under the Buddha's light, the chaotic mind seemed to have a glimmer of clarity.

An Qingli frowned, stopped speaking scriptures and said: "Death is life, why not let go of your obsession and turn into reincarnation."

Xiao Zang didn't know what reincarnation was or not, so when his mother was unprepared, he crashed into the black fire.

"Jie Jie!"

Xiao Zang screamed in pain, black fire ignited outside his head instantly, and the black fire gradually swallowed inward, devouring Xiao Zang's soul.

This little zombie is still in the state of a baby, and it should be made as a funeral object while still in the mother's womb.

The black fire in the mother's head stiffened, from the inside out, begging for mercy in pain: "Great Immortal, let us go!"

Xiao Jintan helped to recite the super-salvation mantra, and the golden light of salvation instantly enveloped the mother and child.

The mother stretched out her arms, grabbed Xiao Zang, hugged the struggling Xiao Zang tightly, endured the extreme pain, and begged for mercy again: "Let us go!"

An Qingli pondered and said: "Don't resist first, and then consider letting you go."

Sure enough, the mother hugged Xiao Zang tightly, endured the pain, and stopped struggling.

An Qingli unfolded the picture of the moon banquet, and when the picture of the moon feast was displayed, the mother and son were included in it.

The inside of the moon feast was empty, and there was still a little stench, but the mother and son couldn't smell it at all.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, the black fire on the heads of the mother and son was immediately suppressed.

"Go to reincarnation." An Qingli continued to read the scriptures of Duhua, "Used by Jinguang, most of you will have a good birth in the next life."

"Okay..." The mother hugged Xiao Zang who was struggling constantly, recalling the scene of being buried alive [-] years ago, with sadness in her empty eyes.

The two chaotic soul bodies separated from the head and came into the golden light on their own initiative.

Under the golden light, the soul manifested itself, it was a slender mother and an ignorant little baby.