The two ancestors, Qiu Xuanjing and Qi Min Qigao, both looked at An Qingli with smiles.
More people came out one after another, looking at An Qingli with smiles.
There were many Anjia people, and the Anjia family said with a smile: "We Anjia are all counting on you to make elixirs and become our support for Anjia. It is much safer to stay in the sect, why can't we learn from your master and stay in the sect peacefully?"
Door, concentrate on refining elixir."
Ancestor Qixian Qisi also whispered softly: "Little girl, let Mu Sheng go. You have to stay in the sect and give us a super ninth-grade alchemy master as soon as possible."
An Qingli frowned and said to Qi Xian Qisi: "Master is master and I am me. Master is leaving. He doesn't owe anyone and he has left no debt. Why should I pay it back?"
Qiu Xuanjing said displeasedly: "You let Mu Sheng go on purpose!"
An Qingli said: "Master is leaving, who can keep him? I just try my best to save master's life."
Many people were dissatisfied and said: "You masters and disciples are all white-eyed wolves!"
An Qingli said loudly: "No, Master. He has already refined a lot of elixirs for the sect. The debt he owes has long been repaid. I will also repay the sect's care for me!"
"quibble!"
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger suddenly appeared, opened its mouth wide and roared angrily at An Qingli, directly shattering An Qingli's internal organs.
An Qingli collapsed to the ground, his mouth full of blood, unable to mobilize any physical or spiritual energy. He felt powerless as never before, feeling like a waste with his Dantian destroyed.
"Don't be greedy, just make the elixir with peace of mind!" The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger glared angrily.
An Qingli collapsed to the ground, clenched his fists, and said weakly but firmly: "My way is the way of dual cultivation of alchemy and magic, and it will never change!"
"Refining elixir with peace of mind!" The ninth-level Lei Yihu stepped on An Qingli's body.
An Qingli repeated in great pain: "There will be no change!"
"Refining elixirs with peace of mind! Refining elixirs with peace of mind!"
The originally smiling Qiu Xuanjing, the An family, and the ancestors of the Tribulation Realm all became ferocious.
Everyone surrounded An Qingli and roared ferociously: "Make elixir with peace of mind!"
An Qingli was so disturbed that he could no longer speak, but he became more determined in the dual cultivation of alchemy and magic.
The little Pegasus suddenly appeared and said with a long face: "Master, you finally have wings, but they have to be broken. Don't let them!"
Xiao Huzi also helped: "They are the white-eyed wolves! Without you, how would a grandmaster reach the ninth level? Without you, how would the Qiwu Ancestor's Mahayana realm come to be? Without these white-eyed wolves! Master, we have the same problem.
I owe them!”
The figures of Little Huzi and Little Pegasus overlap each other, and each figure is saying: "Master, they are forcing you not to let go of these white-eyed wolves!"
An Qingli was so noisy that he had a splitting headache.
An Qingli was sitting cross-legged in the earthen kiln, his head covered with hot sweat and his expression was painful.
Qiu Xuanjing suddenly stood still and said categorically: "Give up practicing law and only refine elixirs!"
"Only make elixirs!"
Everyone shouted to An Qingli loudly, completely overwhelming a few small voices.
A few little ones were shivering and curled up into a ball.
A sense of powerlessness gripped An Qingli, making An Qingli unable to move at all.
"My son!"
Young Mrs. Liu appeared crying, holding five-year-old An Qingli in her arms, and rushed to the An family's ancestral home to ask for help.
An Qingli frowned, real memories of the past mixed with unreal illusions flashed through his mind.
Suddenly, An Qingli remembered the white-haired Liu, who was lying on the bed with tears streaming down her face, and suddenly said: "This is fake, it's all an illusion! I want to become stronger! I step into cultivation."
The beginning of the world is to become stronger!"
With a wild laugh, An Qingli looked in all directions and raised his voice: "I insist on practicing the Dharma, what are you going to do to me!"
Mu Sheng was dressed in gorgeous clothes, hanging high above everyone, and said arrogantly: "You can also become stronger by refining elixirs!"
But An Qingli raised his head and said: "Master, I want to be strong, and I want to be as strong as Patriarch Qi Wu who looks down on all living beings, right from the beginning!"
"Evil traitor!"
However, An Qingli raised the corner of his mouth, held the Ruyi Red Flame Sword in his hand, stood up slowly, and retorted: "Master, the evil disciple yelled too much, the apprentice can take it as praise."
Mu Sheng's hands were shaking with anger: "Evil disciple..."
An Qingli's hand holding the sword suddenly waved forward, instantly cutting through Mu Sheng's illusion.
"Evil disciple..."
Mu Sheng's illusion split into two halves, but the "evil disciple" in his mouth still echoed.
An Qingli raised his lips and said, "I'm sorry, master. Since you are one of the apprentice's inner demons, don't blame the apprentice for being unfilial."
After the words fell, An Qingli's eyebrows darkened, and he struck several swords one after another, completely cutting into pieces Mu Sheng's illusion.
"Evil traitor!"
Everyone pointed at An Qingli, spitting and cursing.
An Qingli dragged his severely damaged body, stood upright, and said proudly: "I dare to kill Master's illusion, let alone you!"
"Injustice!"
Everyone was angry and shocked.
An Qingli didn't care about those people's faces, who he was, what level of cultivation he had, or what grudges and grudges he had. He held the Ruyi Red Flame Sword in his hand and killed them heartily.
The sounds of "injustice" kept pounding my eardrums.
Little Jintan, Little Huzi, Little Pegasus, Bingfeng and Little Lingxi also showed their magical powers and accompanied An Qingli to kill happily.
Finally, the last one to kill was Qiu Xuanjing, who had the toughest attitude.
"I'm sorry, uncle, sect master!"
An Qingli raised his lips and smiled, then slashed out with his sword.
Qiu Xuanjing's eyes widened, and the illusion was instantly annihilated.
An Qingli knew everything in the sea, and everything suddenly became clear and bright.
Little Jintan chanted the Buddha's name in the mustard space, and his Qingli family was really a filial disciple and a wise nephew.
An Qingli's square and elegant face in the earthen kiln finally relaxed, and there was an obvious "click" in his body. The golden elixir in his dantian shattered, cracks spread all over, and dazzling lights emitted.
A crystal clear little baby gradually took shape inside the golden elixir, vaguely looking like An Qingli.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth also poured in crazily, helping the little baby break out the pill.
The sky above Xiaojing Lake was surging and thunderclouds were gathering.
An Qingli suddenly opened his eyes, and in a flash, he left the small earth kiln and the small mirror lake, went to the sky above the Spiritual Medicine Peak, and then continued to wander to a barren mountain in the sect that was specially used to overcome tribulations.
It is said to be a barren mountain, but in fact it has long been a wasteland with pits and pits, and not a single blade of grass grows all year round.
Thick thunderclouds followed closely, and the electric light flashed inside, which was quite frightening.
The little tiger fluttered its wings and stood behind An Qingli, feeling very proud.
"Incredible! Incredible!"
There was another vibration up and down the Spiritual Medicine Peak.
The buzzing sound of discussion filled the mountains and plains, and there were many elders and disciples who chased out to witness.
When An Qingli broke into the peak at the age of eight, the sensation she caused is still there. Now, just over a hundred years old, she has endured the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation. Such a proud daughter of heaven really did not disappoint.
Chu Yaohe couldn't sit still, so he left the peak master's hall and stepped away to take a look.