Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 991
An Qingli used to hold a scalpel before, and although it was directly on the soul of a person, her hand was extremely steady.

The foreign object is very small and escapes extremely fast.

However, An Qingli in the Immortal King's Realm made his moves extremely quickly.

Only one knife.

The knife is too big.

But An Qingli, like embroidering flowers with a big knife, just cut down with a single knife, impartial and steady, and gouged out the foreign object.

"what……"

An Baichang's soul was dug out, and naturally he was overwhelmed with pain, and his resentment once again condensed.

"I'm a ghost... a ghost... and..." the resentful spirit growled.

With a thought in An Qingli's mind, the black fire burned, and Wraith was startled.

The gouged out foreign body must return to An Baichang's soul.

With a black crescent slash, the foreign body spirit was completely wiped out.

The Soul Detaining Formation was withdrawn.

An Baichang's wounded soul couldn't wait to die, and hid back in his body.

"It hurts...it hurts me to death...give me a good time, let me die..."

Sure enough, An Bochang wailed in pain, and the cry was so shrill that it made people's hearts tremble.

Shangshan played the Requiem.

Mu Sheng forced An Baichang to drink some requiem soup.

But the physical trauma was too painful, An Baichang yelled and struggled, and even the soul-raising coffin fell apart.

A medical immortal sacrificed a soul-binding lock and forcibly bound An Baichang's body and soul.

This kind of forcible suppression made An Baichang's yelling quieter, but An Bochang was in so much pain that he couldn't even yell, and the pain only increased a lot.

"You deserve it, let you run around."

A divine alchemist cursed and swore, raised his sleeves, and moved the tied-up An Baichang into a new soul-cultivating coffin.

"Tell me, if we are like this, will we seriously raise a resentful spirit?" Some people are worried, but An Baichang's strong will to survive is impressive.

An Bochang's soul did not want to sleep deeply, for fear that he would not wake up from sleep.

In the sky above the Divine Pill Mansion, there was a great force of resentment.

Some people watched from a distance to find out.

It took a bit of effort for several people to completely calm down An Baichang's spirit.

The coffin was sealed and affixed with a high-level soul-raising charm to nourish An Baichang's incomplete soul.

When the work was done, An Qingli's soul came out of Feng Yin's body.

Feng Yin fell limply to the ground as if she had collapsed.

An Qingli took Feng Yin's soul into her sleeve.

An Shaoyi went up to the altar again, cast Yuanguang technique, and sent Feng Yin and An Qingli back to the lower realm.

An Qingli stayed in the lower realm for a few days, and did not leave calmly until Feng Yin woke up.

"Old... Zu, you are awake!"

The Suzerain of Huayan Sect had tears in his eyes again.

"How long did I sleep this time?" Feng Yin lay on the couch, still reminiscing about the scene in her dream.

She remembered that she also made An Qingli swear.

The vow was made, but what about the benefits...

"Three...three years."

"Three years, so long?"

Feng Yan got up from the couch, and suddenly sensed that the spiritual power in her body began to fluctuate sharply.

"This is... this is...."

The eyes of the surrounding people widened in shock.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Yin let out a hearty laugh, and suddenly got up from the couch again, sensing the cultivation in her body, rising steadily.

The ferocious aura of heaven and earth went straight to Feng Yin's source.

Late Mahayana period?

Feng Yin, the patriarch of the Zhenzong of Huayanzong, went straight to the late Mahayana period in a dream for three years?

This... What is the reason for this?
However, Feng Yin didn't care about answering, and in a flash, she went to the sky above Hua Yanzong.

The turbulent spiritual power of heaven and earth is still pouring into Feng Yin's body.

Strands of robbery clouds began to gather.

"My God! My God!"

Countless disciples of Huayan Sect were shocked. They are young and unprincipled ancestor Feng Yu who loves Western Buddhists. Could it be possible that today, if they work hard, they will not be able to ascend to the sky? !
Jieyun has become a climate.

The entire borderland was once again in shock.

In this world, there is such a great thing, sleeping for a few years, can you fly up?

However, the facts are in front of us.

Feng Yin is really going to fly.

"Ancestor Feng Yu, if you fly away, what will our Huayan Sect do?" The Huayan Sect's suzerain is dedicated to his duties, and he always puts the interests of the sect first.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll take care of you, Feng Yin's patriarch!"

Under the cloud of catastrophe, Feng Yin laughed heartily, raised her leg and took a step, first went to the Western Buddhist country, and had a look at Huineng Buddha who was in the later stage of the catastrophe.

Huineng Buddha is still so pleasing to the eye.

"Master, work harder, Wuling and I will wait for you up there!"

Feng Yin waved to Huineng eagerly, then took a step forward and went to the ghost sect in the north.

For thousands of years, the ghost sect in the north has become popular, and even bold enough to come to the Central Plains to grab territory.

Feng Yin, who was in the late Mahayana period, cleared the territory for the Central Plains cultivation world before ascension.

The ancestors of the Guimen sect hid in the barrier, trembling, and dared not show their faces at all.

"Born from the same root, we are all in the same family, Feng... Marriage, we all started playing ghosts, why bother..."

Someone is pleading for himself.

Feng Yin raised her hand, shattered the enchantment below with one palm, harvested the lives of several people, and captured a few souls, laughing and said: "Who is in the same family as you rats. I am in the same family as An Qingli of Tian Yunzong, then Listen up, everyone in the east, west, north, south, and middle school. From now on, the Huayan Sect in the Central Plains and the Tianyun Sect in the South will be one family. There are people in both of these two schools, so don't mess around."

"Ancestor Feng Yan, what does it mean that there are people above?" someone asked with wide eyes.

"How old are people who don't understand this?!"

Feng Yin was in high spirits, and didn't move anywhere, so she simply flew through the sky above the northern ghost sect.

How arrogant!

The onlookers talked endlessly.

But Feng Yin said that she has someone above her!

I'm afraid it's because there are really people above, that's why they are so arrogant, brazenly crossing the thunder calamity in another family's territory.

Terrible thunders, one after another, came down brazenly.

"There is someone above me!"

Feng Yin fought against a thunderstorm, so she yelled to cheer herself up.

"I want to go up, see the handsome man!"

Feng Yin staggered again and shouted.

"I want to find my sister Wu Ling!"

Feng Yin was under the thundercloud again, with disheveled hair and clenched fists.

"boom!"

Another thunderbolt fell, making people terrified.

"An Qingli, give me strength!"

Feng Yin's hair was disheveled again, like a crazy woman, she yelled.

Everyone in Hua Yanzong looked at each other in blank dismay, did this ancestor Feng Yin call the wrong person?
Hua Yanzong has established a sect for more than 10,000 years, and dozens of ascended masters have emerged.

With so many ascended bosses from this sect, instead of calling for help, what are they doing calling An Qingli from Tianyun Sect?
Could it be that……

Could it be...

perhaps……

It was An Qingli who only ascended to the upper realm 2000 years ago who gave Feng Yan the opportunity to ascend.

The people of Tianyun Sect who came to watch couldn't help but look at each other.

Could it be that the patriarch Qingli really gave this great opportunity? !

Someone was clever, knelt in the air on the spot, looked up at the sky and prayed devoutly: "Give me a chance, old ancestor Qingli!"

"Give me a chance, Patriarch Qingli!"

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