Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 987 Soul Comes
An Baichang, who is aging again, is shocking, like a kind of flashback.

Previous treatments had failed.

If the original treatment is used again, An Bochang doesn't know how he will be tortured.

The seven big shots gathered together again.

"Is there a possibility..." An Qingli murmured, "Blood has thoughts?"

"Blood has thoughts?" The other six people sounded very fresh.

An Qingli has a different world experience, and there is also Xiao Jintan, the symbiotic god plant, so he continued: "If his blood is regarded as a living thing, a life form that coexists with him, then he will suddenly suffer from aging , it makes sense."

The other big guys looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mu Sheng said: "Apprentice, your idea is very bold. If blood has life and is a special life form in the cursed land, then does this life form have a soul?"

An Qingli said: "Please ask someone to see it."

A divine alchemist asked, "Who please look at it?"

An Qingli said: "Are there no people with different pupils in the upper world? Those with different pupils can see the spirit, please come here."

"Yes, yes." An old doctor said immortally, "But I have already made an oath that I will no longer help others see ghosts."

"Huh?" An Qingli was a little puzzled.

Someone said: "If you see too much, you will stop talking. So after many years of pretentiousness, it stopped."

Another person said: "That's their own choice. So far, no new pretentious people have appeared."

An Qingli said: "There is no upper realm, so is there no lower realm?"

The white-haired old doctor with a sense of immortality said: "People in the upper realm are too capable, so they generally don't easily descend to the realm, because they disrupt the order of the lower realm."

Mu Sheng said: "Bring Meng Die here."

An Qingli said: "That's not Meng Die, it's Feng Yin."

Mu Sheng said: "It doesn't matter who she is, let's take a look."

"What do you guys think?" An Qingli asked the rest.

The rest of humanity said: "If people don't come, it's fine if the soul comes, so as not to mess up the rules and be backlashed by heaven."

An Qingli nodded.

The God Alchemy Mansion has set up the gossip altar, and the Immortal Monarch Realm is placed between the cross-legged altar and the Qingli, concentrating on the mind and closing the eyes to sense.

Huayanzong of the Central Plains in Bianlan Realm.

Since An Qingli's ascent, another 2000 years have passed.

The old man dies, and the new ancestor grows up.

Feng Yu has grown into one of the ancestors of Hua Yanzong's Zhenzong.

Back then when he broke into the cemetery of Emperor Zhou Shihuang, Feng Yin got a powerful ghost by his side.

An Qingli's promotion, Shangshan's promotion, Sui Zhen's promotion to suppress Feng Yin, and the death of several elderly ancestors, Feng Yin is already No. 1 in the Bianlan world.

In the southern Tianyun sect, there is a thunder wing tiger to restrain ghosts, so Feng Yin is still overwhelmed.

"When will it be my turn to ascend!"

Feng Yin, who was in the middle of Mahayana, felt very lonely.

In today's Bian Lanjie, apart from her middle stage Mahayana, there are still several early stages of Mahayana.

In the early days of Mahayana, except for Ji Yanjin from the Ji family, the others were all old guys who were thousands of years old.

Being in the Lower Realm is so boring, really boring.

Feng Yin still likes the days when a group of people broke into Zhou Shihuang's tomb together.

An Qingli sensed Feng Yin.

Holding scissors in hand, Feng Yin is doing it herself, wrapping a bandage on a wooden puppet.

And a group of evil little ghosts, all as honest as grandsons, are cleaning up the house for Feng Yin in her ghost castle.

Feng Yin's ghost castle was built on a mass grave, so eerie that no living person wants to step in.

An Qingli, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, locked onto Feng Yin, twitched her fingertips, and suddenly said, "The soul is here."

Feng Yin from the lower realm suddenly yawned, squinted in sleepiness, and lay down on the table involuntarily, like taking a nap.

Feng Yin probably had a dream.

In the dream, she traveled through layers of clouds, not knowing where she was going.

Then the sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and the scene in front of me suddenly became brighter.

In the empty sky, a huge crystal coffin suddenly appeared again.

Crystal coffin?
coffin?

Feng Yin probably knew that she was dreaming, and she often came into contact with ghosts and dreamed about coffins, which was quite normal.

When I got closer, I saw that there was still a person lying in the coffin.

dead?

No, it's alive.

Still a wrinkled, ugly toad-like living person.

"What's the situation now?"

Feng Yu walked around the crystal coffin twice, and looked around vigilantly.

In the current situation, if you want to kiss the sleeping toad, will the toad wake up?
But that toad man was too ugly, and Feng Yin was also a skinny person, so ugly that he couldn't speak.

However, the surrounding area was empty and there was no response at all.

Feng Yin realized that something was wrong.

The physical body struggled to wake up, but couldn't wake up at all.

bad bad!

Feng Yin's heart tightened.

This is to catch too many ghosts, but to be caught by ghosts.

To get rid of this nightmare, do I really need a kiss?
Feng Yin was very unwilling, but in order to get rid of the nightmare, she still clenched her fists and pouted, like a strong man cutting off his wrist, and approached An Bochang's wrinkled face.

But An Baichang is the real An Baichang!

All that Feng Yin saw was an illusion, a fantasy deliberately created by An Qingli, only An Baichang fell there straight.

"Don't...don't kiss!" Lying in the crystal coffin, An Baichang quickly said with his stomach closed, "I had a wife and children! You just need to tell me how many souls I have in me! "

Feng Yin pouted and froze in place, and suddenly made an attack, a Ghost Flame Knife suddenly slashed An Baichang's stomach.

However, the Ghost Flame Knife pierced through An Baichang's stomach without any damage to An Baichang.

"What a powerful ghost!"

Shocked, Feng Yin made a formula with both hands, offering all the runes and incantations to exorcise ghosts.

But An Baichang is not a ghost, even if he is a ghost, he is also a ghost from the fairy world.

"Feng Yin, don't make trouble." An Qingli's voice suddenly came out.

"Evil ghost!"

Feng Yin was even more shocked, that ghost was really powerful, knowing that he had a three-point respect for An Qingli, so he deliberately conjured up An Qingli's voice to confuse him.

An Qingli sighed in her heart, and seeing the ruthless look on Feng Yin's face, she immediately had a thought, and an invisible force controlled Feng Yin's spirit, making Feng Yin unable to move at all.

Feng Yin's heart beat like a drum, what a powerful ghost!
Could it be that in Zhou Shihuang's tomb, the last spirit from the fairy world came down to seek revenge again!
This time, she, Feng Yin, might be in danger.

"Don't move." It was An Qingli's voice.

If you don't move, don't move!
Being constrained by others, Feng Yin still knew the current affairs, and if she couldn't beat her, she immediately bowed her head and admitted her counsel. The quick change of attitude was really amazing.

An Qingli said: "Look, the person in that coffin has a symbiotic soul, or a parasitic soul."

Feng Yin followed the example of kindness, quickly opened her yin and yang eyes, took a few serious glances, and then replied: "There is no symbiotic spirit, no parasitic spirit, I swear."

"You swear?" An Qingli suddenly smiled.

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