Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

After transcending the two clumps of chaotic spirits, An Qingli manipulated the mustard space again and hurried to the imperial mausoleum.

The imperial mausoleum was shrouded in fog.

Fierce battles continued in the mist.

Fortunately, those half-dead creatures are powerful, but they are insane.

So many half-dead gathered together, and did not cause absolute crushing to the living.

An ancestor only had one leg left, and was still jumping around in the mist.

It's not that he doesn't want to throw the defensive array, but the defensive array has been exhausted.

These half-dead creatures are too brave.

Not afraid of pain, not afraid of poison, when encountering the defensive barrier, he completely ignores it, and directly relies on his withered body to slam into it until the defensive barrier is smashed.

In addition, the speed of these half-dead creatures is extremely fast. Many times, the defensive array is bitten by the half-dead things before it is thrown.

The one-legged patriarch was bitten off by those half-dead creatures one after another, as well as one leg.

He didn't even give him a chance to take the pill.

It was also his bad luck.

Shangshan manipulated the finger-tapping space, wandering in the mist, tried to take him into the finger-tapping space several times for a rest, but he dodged by himself.

An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and entered the mist.

Sensing An Qingli's approach, Shangshan urged Lian Xinzhu to say, "Qingli, save people first."

An Qingli responded, and hurriedly manipulated the Jiazi space to catch up to the one-legged ancestor. With a thought, a ball of black fire instantly came out of the Jiazi space and quickly spread out in a large circle on the ground.

The black fire burned into a circular wall of fire several feet high.

The one-legged patriarch narrowed his eyes and recognized An Qingli's black fire. He was overjoyed to send charcoal in the snow, and hurriedly jumped into the black fire from above.

Inside the black fire, he had to breathe temporarily, the ancestor quickly took the pill, replenished his spiritual power, and continued to repair the bitten off hands and feet.

A few more ancestors found the black fire in the mist and hurriedly approached it from a distance.

The undead smelled the breath of the living in the black fire, and they didn't care, and rushed from everywhere.

Some of them, however, act only on instinct.

Like moths to a flame, one undead is connected to another, continuously plunging into the black flame.

At the beginning, the black fire only burned on their shriveled flesh, and it didn't show its power.

When those undead creatures sensed the pain in their souls, they were already shouting "Jie Jie" in the mist.

There are high-level undead things that are so painful that they jump straight into the sky.

The mist of Wu Ling failed to trap the high-level undead.

"Don't let the scourge go out!"

A high-ranking ancestor hurriedly shouted.

An undead creature that survived the catastrophe escaped from the imperial mausoleum, and it might be another disaster no less than that of a ghost and resentful butterfly.

Patriarch Qi Wu suddenly chased him out, aiming at the undead thing with an axe.

The horse-like brilliance suddenly struck out, and the speed was astonishingly fast.

The unbearably painful undead thing was split into two by the horse, breaking into two halves.

But there were several undead creatures one after another. Under the burning pain of the black fire, they didn't care about the extremely attractive fresh creatures in the mist, and they panicked and escaped from the mist formed by the Wuling.

Fortunately, there are Thunderwing Tiger and Fire Cloud Leopard guarding all directions.

Thunderwing Tiger released thunder and lightning, and Fire Cloud Leopard stepped on the clouds and breathed out fire. Relying on their speed, they chased and killed those fleeing creatures.

However, there are too many undead things, and Bianlan Realm still seems to be understaffed.

Originally, the ancestor of Buddhist cultivator, who had gained a lot of merit in the bloodthirsty formation and did not participate in the affairs of the imperial tomb, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and took the initiative to join the battle, and together deal with those high-level undead creatures in the sky.

Underneath the imperial mausoleum, An Qingli had another thought, and the black fire burned into a fortress.

In the center of the fortress, there is a large cloud of flying unicorn blood.

The smell from the blood has a fatal attraction to those undead.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Countless undead creatures, with stiff bodies, densely packed, jumped towards the black fire regardless.

The Black Flame is dangerous, but most undead are unaware of it.

In their perception, I am afraid that only the blood of the little Pegasus is left.

"Jie Jie!"

The strange screams filled An Qingli's eardrums.

An Qingli isolated her ear consciousness, held the spirit marrow in her left hand, and quickly ran the rejuvenation formula to quickly replenish the consumed spiritual power in her body.

The Nether Black Fire blazed.

There are undead things that are directly reduced to ashes under the black fire.

And the undead, covered in black fire, was also rushing towards the ball of unicorn blood.

In addition, there are undead things, who have so little spiritual wisdom, are burned by the black fire, and feel the pain on the soul, so they run away in a hurry.

With the black fire attracting most of the undead, the undead are no longer so dense.

All the ancestors in the Bianlan Realm took a breather for a while, and Fudan recovered a bit, then went towards the fleeing undead creatures.

The undead that flee with the black fire are generally higher-level and move faster.

There are a few undead creatures, chopped off to only one head, still running around in the mist.

The three patriarchs, each using their own methods, joined forces to confront a Mahayana-level head.

But the head of the Mahayana realm didn't know what fear was at all, and ran towards an ancestor on his own initiative.

An ancestor was unfortunately bitten, the blood in his body drained rapidly, and the head was also stained with black fire.

commit a sin!

Such a powerful head, such a powerful black fire!
Fortunately, the head is stupid, it won't let go when it bites, and it won't move the ground until it sucks the blood of the prey dry.

The old ancestor sighed in his heart, quickly broke his arm, and asked for life.

"Qiu devil, hold on first!"

Before the words were finished, a ninth-order killing array slammed towards the ancestor's head.

Moxiu surnamed Qiu was trapped by the killing array, immediately broke his arm and fled to the side.

An ancestor outside the formation hurriedly used finger formulas to control it, and another ancestor stood by to protect him.

A giant sword in the formation condensed in an instant, imprisoning the head of the Mahayana realm, and split the extremely hard head with a sword.

Broken Arm Patriarch hurriedly took several pills, and finally walked out of the formation alive.

However, he couldn't take a break.

You have to save your spiritual and physical energy as much as possible to deal with other undead things.

Where the black fire was raging, a golden light suddenly appeared, which was the golden light of Buddhism, brilliant and dazzling.

But the ancestor of Bian Lanjie has no time to pay attention to it. It is no secret that An Qingli helps the Buddhist sect to raise trees, and there are high-level relics from the Buddhist sect.

Shangshan manipulated the finger-tapping space, whether it was saving people, or sneak attacking, he never stopped at all.

The ancestors of all parties have already formed small teams in twos and threes, and cooperated with each other to kill those high-level undead creatures.

The patriarch Qiwu in the Mahayana realm, relying on his speed and the immortal ax in his hand, was mainly responsible for harvesting.

Within the entire fog, and outside the fog, there are great chaos at the Transcending Tribulation Realm and above.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark, extremely dangerous.

The sect masters, holding the cracked soul cards, looked at the flickering soul lamps of the ancestors, worrying endlessly.

The soul lamp fluctuated so frequently and violently, the danger of this battle completely surpassed the one against the Qi family.