Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 779

The big space array is lively, there is also the Transcending Tribulation Realm, and there is also the destroyed teleportation array.

If An Qingli and the others hadn't destroyed the teleportation array in advance, these people would have died in the turbulent space.

Now these people are trying to destroy that space formation from the inside.

However, the combat power could not be reached at all. Waves of people came in, and wave after wave of people were trapped here, anxiously surrounding the place where the formation was engraved.

"Heaven, who will save us?" Someone was on the verge of collapse, and prayed to the sky with his hair.

An Qingjin was also there, bringing her youngest son along, and they should have come to look for Wu Xingyun together.

Ji Lianhao is also there, and has successfully transformed into a ghost cultivator. He has no body, only a spirit, and is attached to a tailor-made puppet.

In addition, there are quite a few formation masters, probably because too many people have been trapped one after another, so they are eager to try their skills and save sentient beings.

The impulsive Daoist Lei Yan was also there, an eighth-rank formation master from the Sui family, who sneaked here without telling Qiu Xuanjing.

At this time, together with a group of formation masters from all over the world, they were contemplating and scratching their heads around the runes of the space formation.

But An Qingli ignored them for the time being, and only paid attention to the space turbulence through the Shenmu.

"Okay." An Qingli communicated with Shenmu with her mind.

At this time, there is still the soul of the Moon Emperor in the Shenmu, and it is still the soul of the fourth rank of the immortal rank.

The Moon Emperor suddenly raised a hand, with five slender fingers bent into claws.

Sharp claws like a dragon or a phoenix.

The Moon Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and poured his whole body's spiritual power between his five fingers.

The aura lingers between the five fingers, which is the strength of the body in the late Mahayana period.

next moment.

Those five fingers quickly grabbed the coffin with an astonishing speed.

That's the speed and strength of a fourth-order immortal.

The coffin seemed to sense the threat, and a defensive barrier immediately formed on the whole body.

The defensive barrier was extremely solid, and it could repair itself with the help of the spiritual energy around it, even An Qingli's Nether Fire could do nothing about it.

But Moon Emperor pierced through that layer of barrier with extreme speed of attack.

The sharp five fingers pierced through the barrier and continued down.

The five fingers were dripping with blood immediately, leaving five shallow blood holes on the surface of the coffin.

The blood hole is neither big nor deep.

But that's enough.

The blood hole broke through the fairy rune of the upper realm.

The structure of the fairy-level rune itself is extremely exquisite, and it seems that it was drawn by an immortal from the upper realm. After being destroyed by such brute force, the barrier on the surface immediately collapsed.

The Moon Emperor showed a smile on his face, with a heart of revenge.

"Quick! Push!" An Qingli immediately urged.

If the coffin can be destroyed in one fell swoop, maybe Shenmu can still escape with the Moon Emperor by teleporting without a trace.

Yuehuang immediately reacted, and stretched out his hand to push the coffin into the turbulent flow.

However, it is still a bit late.

At the moment when the barrier collapsed, the coffin lid trembled slightly, such a slight tremor, that it was difficult to detect it at all.

As soon as Yuehuang stretched out his hand to push the coffin, the coffin spun quickly and instantly slammed Yuehuang into the turbulent flow.

An Qingli's mind suddenly tightened.

Half of Yuehuang's body suddenly entered the turbulent flow, and then retreated instantly, but the small half of his body was gone.

"Ant, courting death!"

There was an extremely majestic and majestic sound from the coffin.

"Butcher, it really is you!" Yuehuang heard the man's voice, and was instantly annoyed.

The person in the coffin was undoubtedly Zhou Shihuang.

Perhaps the First Emperor of Zhou never died, but was just borrowing a coffin to support his body, in order to survive the mighty thunder and calamity, and one day be able to ascend to the upper realm.

Or maybe, there is only Zhou Shihuang's soul wandering in the world.

But no matter what the situation is, the Moon Emperor must die Zhou Shihuang, so that he can live up to the oath he made to the Moon God back then!

In the next moment, the Moon Emperor lost his usual elegance and made an astonishing move.

With one hand, he hugged the coffin tightly, with a determined face, and carried the coffin to the front in a turbulent flow.

The coffin trembled violently, trying to get rid of this crazy woman.

However, the mighty pressure of the Moon Emperor's soul quickly spread out.

A roar suddenly came from inside the coffin: "Presumptuous!"

As soon as the words fell, the coffin turned around on the spot, trying to suppress the Moon Emperor under the coffin.

"It's time for you to pay for your life!"

Moon Emperor tightly hugged the coffin, and even used his mouth in a disgraceful manner. He opened his mouth wide, and quickly knocked down, inserting a row of teeth into the coffin lid.

The coffin was airtight, and the runes on it were damaged again.

The turbulence roared.

Blood and tears flew together, the scene was extremely tragic and heroic, where was the elegant and carefree Moon Emperor.

The soul in the coffin was extremely strong, almost on par with the Moon Emperor, and the two confronted each other with all their strength.

An Qingli knew Yuehuang's determination, and said in a deep voice, "Use fire!"

The Moon Emperor moved his mind, and countless black crescents pierced through his body, cutting towards the coffin below him.

Without the protection of the enchantment, the black crescent fell on the coffin, burning faintly.

Moon Emperor's body is also black fire, and it is also a ghost fire that specializes in subduing spirits and the like.

But the Moon Emperor had a crazy smile in his eyes, and continued to wrap around the coffin tightly, turbulently going forward.

The coffin struggled endlessly, as if the things inside the coffin wanted to struggle out.

However, the Moon Emperor quickly depleted his soul and imprisoned him forcibly.

This burst of intense entanglement has disturbed the surrounding turbulence.

This relatively stable place was already full of turbulence.

Deep and shallow dents began to appear all over the coffin.

This is especially true for Shenmu, who was strangled beyond recognition by the turbulent flow.

An Qingli could sense that the connection between her and Shenmu was getting weaker and weaker.

The next moment, the face of the Shenmu humanoid completely disintegrated, revealing its true form, reduced to a piece of dead wood.

Seeing that the dead wood was about to be swept away by the turbulence.

But the Moon Emperor's soul immediately caught up and possessed himself among the dead trees.

If there is no physical object to hide, the soul of the Moon Emperor in this turbulent flow is like paper, allowing it to be slaughtered.

It was just the short time the Moon Emperor possessed the dead wood, and the coffin finally got rid of the confinement as he wished. With a quick spin, the coffin was about to return to the relatively safe place.

Today's Shenmu is completely under the control of the Moon Emperor.

Moreover, the divine tree that showed its true form also possessed the terrifying toughness of the divine tree itself, even if Qi Wu chopped it with the sky-splitting ax every day, it would not be able to break it.

This is the god tree of the upper realm.

It's just that although the Shenmu is extremely tough, it is a little light, and it keeps ups and downs in the turbulent current.

Fortunately, there is still the soul of the Moon Emperor sitting in command.

Moon Emperor condensed the remaining soul power, forcibly held the sacred tree, then raised the sacred tree steadily, pointed at the coffin, and slammed it hard.

The coffin wants to hide, but where to hide, there are turbulent currents nearby.

Like a heavy hammer, the divine tree hit the coffin heavily, smashing a big hole in the coffin.

The heavy coffin slid forward in embarrassment, completely entering the turbulent flow.

"Crazy, who are you?" There was another thunderous shout from inside the coffin, and a burly man came out of the broken coffin with angry eyes.

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