There was a strong wind, and the entire tomb was filled with sand and rocks.
A cold and strange laugh came from the main tomb room.
It’s actually a female voice!
This surprised An Qingli.
It turned out that Queen Shu was the childhood sweetheart of King Yao. An Qingli suddenly called "Queen Shu" just to stimulate King Yao who was suppressed in the tomb.
Unexpectedly, An Qingli's call did not summon the resentful spirit of King Yao, but instead summoned the resentful spirit of Queen Shu.
After the cold and strange laughter, a spine-chilling sneer came from the tomb.
"There has never been any Queen Shu, only Crown Princess Da of Prince Yao! I have always been just Crown Princess Da!"
The mustard space is violently floating in the dark wind.
An Qingli put away his surprise and said as calmly as possible: "Is this Princess Da? You are beautiful."
"You..." The sneer stopped temporarily, and the cold wind also stopped. The woman's voice was a little startled, and suddenly she became angry again, and she shouted sternly, "Don't think that if you praise me a few times, I will let you go." You live until the third watch!"
An Qingli continued to praise: "You are indeed beautiful, peaceful and beautiful, not tainted by smoke and fire, like a female Bodhisattva who is indifferent to the world."
"You...you praise me like this..." The voice of the woman in the tomb stagnated again, and suddenly said, "You praise me like this, but it makes it difficult for me to do anything. Yao, you take care of it."
Yao?
King Yao?
An Qingli raised his eyebrows, could there be two resentful spirits in this coffin at the same time?
It’s hard to deal with even one resentful spirit, so how about two?
Xiao Jintan frowned.
The cold wind is blowing again.
It's even more frightening than the dark wind just now.
This King Yao's methods are even better than that of the beautiful Queen.
This King Yao is the real resentful spirit. The dark wind is filled with thick black energy and has caused many murders.
"How do you want to die?"
Black air instantly filled the entire tomb, and a huge ghostly shadow floated above the main tomb chamber.
It was a powerful resentful spirit that An Qingli had never encountered before, and its soul strength was still higher than that of the Mahayana black dragon.
The mustard space was filled with cold air.
This cold air is very similar to the cold air coming from the netherworld after taking the Resurrection Pill.
The low-level creatures in the Mustard Seed Space are muttering uneasily and hiding their bodies in fear.
An Qingli gritted his teeth and replied: "Is it okay if I don't die? I have no enmity or enmity with you. I am not a member of the royal family of Wancheng Kingdom, let alone a member of Wancheng Kingdom."
"The thief is so poor-mouthed!" The ghost figure was floating in the black air, making a gesture of fluttering his sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter where you come from! If you have a way to break the space formation here, I can spare you. You will not die."
An Qingli's heart sank, and he thought to himself, I still expected you to give me a solution, but instead you asked me for a solution.
However, An Qingli did not say this out loud, and only said: "I have no clue at the moment, so I would like to ask Prince Yao for advice."
The ghost snorted coldly, stirred up an even greater evil wind, and cursed angrily: "Useless thing!"
The little Pegasus stared closely at An Qingli's luck, but a chill came over her soul. She couldn't help but curse silently in her heart, you two ghost couple have been trapped for thousands of years, and you haven't found a way to solve it, let alone things to use.
Xiao Jintan's soul went to Anqingli Divine Mansion to prevent it from being eroded by the cold air.
An Qingli stood still, quickly sorting out his thoughts, and continued talking to the huge ghost: "I wonder who set up this array, and why are the virtuous couple trapped here?"
The phrase "virtuous couple" obviously pleased the ghost.
The wind inside the tomb has subsided slightly.
In the Mustard Seed space, the coldness on the bodies of the few little ones subsided and they suddenly felt a little more relaxed.
In the moon feast picture, Xiao Huzi was holding a thunder stone as big as a millstone. He also felt the sudden cold air, and crackling thunder and lightning arose all over his body. He hurriedly used his mind to ask An Qingli what was going on.
With a thought in his mind, An Qingli asked the little tiger to gather with the other little ones for a while and quickly talked about the tomb of King Yao.
There is a large space formation, plus two powerful resentful spirits. Qingli, their family, is patiently trying to deal with each other.
"Who set up this array?!"
The past events came to mind, and the ghost was furious again, filling the tomb with a cold air.
An Qingli's whole body was ignited with netherworld fire. The fire was not very strong, and several little ones immediately came close to warm themselves.
However, the cold ghost energy was extremely useful to An Qingli, and it actually significantly helped the practice of "Eight Desolations and Netherworld Art".
An Qingli's eyes flashed.
Opportunity!
An opportunity comparable to that of the Ghost Resentful Butterfly in the Buddhist Kingdom.
Wraith spirits in the Mahayana realm and above are actually a great opportunity for the Eight Wilderness Netherworld Fires.
Even if there is no salvation and no merit, it is still a great opportunity for Netherworld Fire.
An unexpected surprise.
"Yao, don't be angry." The female voice came to comfort him again.
Only the woman's voice was heard, but the woman's soul was not seen.
I'm afraid that with that woman's soul power, she still won't be able to get out of the main tomb.
In the black air, King Yao's soul said angrily: "The person who set up this array is my father! My father took away my son's wife, framed me, deposed me as the crown prince, forced me to commit suicide, trapped my couple's souls, and they will not die a good death!"
The Yin Qi in the tomb became heavier, and many creatures in the mustard space were suffering. Even Shangshan couldn't help but shudder, and Lian Xinzhu was moved by worry.
"It doesn't matter for now."
An Qingli's body flashed and she went straight to the sky above the Mustard Seed space. With a thought, she actively attracted countless cold and ghostly auras into the Mustard Seed space and surrounded her.
An Qingli was high in the sky, and when he thought again, a huge black fire suddenly ignited around him.
The fire was raging.
The blazing black fire is like a black sun, burning violently in the mustard space.
Although the black flame is a bit scary, it has a reassuring warmth.
The ghost energy is consumed quickly.
An Qingli held a piece of spiritual essence in his hand, and the "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" and "Eight Desolate Netherworld Techniques" were running rapidly at the same time.
The acupuncture points in the body were quickly opened and filled up.
Therefore, opportunities are essential in cultivating the Tao. A few breaths of time can open an acupuncture point, which is worth ten years of dedicated hard work.
The ghostly figure of King Yao is still dissipating the cold ghostly aura wantonly, for no other reason than that he may have been alone for too long and needs to deliberately show off his specialness.
An Qingli frantically consumed the cold ghost energy, firstly to protect himself, and secondly to seize the opportunity.
If King Yao suddenly retreated into the tomb, it would be a bit difficult to deal with it.
An Qingli concentrated on consuming ghost energy and didn't bother to talk for a moment.
Each acupuncture point in the body was opened one after another.
When the ghost revealed the past, it was not supported by An Qingli for a long time. Instead, he became violent and asked angrily An Qingli, who was probably scared to death: "What will happen if the old man seizes his wife and kills his son?"
An Qingli was surrounded by black fire, pretending to feel chills all over his body, and replied with a trembling voice: "The end should be bad. As far as I know, none of the previous rulers have ascended to the upper world, and they were all buried in the imperial mausoleum. It should be good.
No."
"It's okay if it doesn't get better! It's okay if it doesn't get better! He deserves to die too. He lost the phoenix seal in a stupid way, and he wronged his own son!" The ghost laughed maniacally, and more cold ghostly aura emerged from the solid ghost.