With the Mustard Seed Dimension, it is easy to enter those eighth- and ninth-grade formations.
It is also the case that Wancheng Kingdom is far inferior to what it was thousands of years ago, and there are no more immortal formation masters or immortal talisman masters.
The ice phoenix opens the ice soul eye to detect good things from the air first.
Mustard Seed Dimension quietly penetrated the formation and entered the tomb, and every tomb containing burial objects was first scraped.
Entering the tomb, Xiao Lingxi opened the Lingxi Eye again to see if there is any hidden fog spirit.
The Mustard Seed space moved very quickly, and almost all of the sealed tombs were swept away.
However, these good items put in in advance are not very good, but if they are replaced by spiritual stones, they are quite impressive.
There are still five tombs left, which Bingpo cannot see through with his eyes. The mist spirit in the Tribulation Realm may be trapped in one of the tombs.
An Qingli controlled the Mustard Seed space and came to the door of the first tomb. The little Pegasus saw the luck on An Qingli's head and confirmed that he could enter.
On the bottom floor of the first tomb, there is a ninth-grade defensive barrier.
Generally speaking, the ninth-level defensive barrier is already daunting, but the Mustard Seed Space can be entered directly, as if entering an uninhabited land.
Unfortunately, there were no valuable items, only nine ornate empty coffins.
The coffins were placed in front of the coffin in advance, and they turned out to be some of the old king's favorite concubines.
He also explained that this tomb was the burial place for the nine concubines of the old king.
"A person is not dead yet, but his spiritual position is set in advance."
Xiao Jintan disliked the old leader of Wancheng Kingdom even more.
An Qingli left the empty coffins untouched and went to the second tomb.
The second tomb is on the second floor. Little Pegasus said that An Qingli's luck has dropped a little, so he should be able to enter.
There is no barrier outside the tomb. The door of the tomb is very thick and Bingfeng cannot see through it.
This kind of barrier outside the tomb is actually more dangerous. An Qingli manipulated the mustard space and carefully moved forward through the small crack under the tomb.
Halfway through the journey, Bingfeng called to stop, saying that there was wind inside, it was so strong, and there were dark demonic vines growing there.
"Wind?" Xiao Lingxi's eyes lit up, "The fog spirit can also play with the wind. Is the fog spirit inside?!"
An Qingli was still not sure, so he asked Bingfeng what those demonic vines looked like specifically, and found out the abilities and levels of the demonic vines before he continued to manipulate the mustard space to move inside.
If the mustard seed space does not move actively, it will be difficult to detect even in the late Mahayana period, let alone these demonic vines in a dark room.
It was really windy in the dark room.
As soon as Mustard Seed Space entered the dark tomb chamber, it was blown around by the turbulent wind.
However, the interior of Mustard Seed Space is still stable and not affected at all.
The turbulent wind in the house is caused by these demonic vines.
These demonic vines, called wind-sweeping vines, are born with the ability to sway and twist. The longer they grow, the more energetic they twist. They are just like small fish jumping around when they leave the water. If they don't sway, they won't live long.
The wind whistled loudly.
The demon vines were still entangled and wrestling with each other, making a snapping sound.
The little Lingxi opened his Lingxi eyes and searched for treasures and mist spirits in the darkness. Suddenly he said: "The old demon vines with roots in the god-transformation stage have already transformed. Their feet have turned into roots and are rooted in the ground. The human-shaped upper body has become
Like seaweed in the water, swaying intoxicatedly."
An Qingli had already expected it.
The reproduction of this wind-sweeping vine is somewhat similar to the reproduction of a bee colony, both of which produce a swarm of bees.
Those little wind-shooting vines are the descendants of the old wind-shooting vine.
An old man and a group of small ones were swinging vines there, swinging non-stop.
The little Pegasus said "Hey", which was very serious.
Little Lingxi didn't find any treasure in this tomb, nor did she find the fog spirit, but a demon vine in the transformation stage was locked here, and she didn't know what it was used for.
An Qingli thought for a moment and said, "To spread the word."
"Ah?" Xiao Lingxi still didn't understand.
An Qingli explained in the Mustard Seed Space in Sins and Meltdowns: "This tomb has not been completely completed yet, and some treasures have been placed in advance. These wind-sweeping vines are like gatekeepers. Once the thief is found, the relevant people will be notified immediately."
people."
Little Lingxi said "Oh", these demonic vines are also equivalent to gravekeepers.
Bingfeng discovered some spiritual energy fluctuations in the dark tomb.
The place where the spiritual energy fluctuated was surrounded by many small demon vines. Bingfeng opened his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the place where the spiritual energy fluctuated was actually several teleportation arrays.
These teleportation arrays lead to nowhere in the tomb.
It seems that the old demon vine in the transformation stage is not only responsible for guarding the door, but also responsible for security work.
There are no traces of the contract on the old demon vine, and the surroundings of the old demon vine are the bones of monsters and monks. Some of the corpses are so shriveled that only a piece of skin is left. It seems that the old demon vine is used to sucking people.
and the blood of beasts.
An Qingli didn't plan to keep the old demon vine around, lest the old demon vine discover clues when he went to the remaining tombs.
The mustard space was floating in the turbulent wind, and An Qingli calmly took the picture of the moon feast in his hand.
The little tiger hugged the thunder stone and reluctantly came out of it.
An Qingli pointed the Moon Banquet Picture at the defenseless old demon vine, and suddenly a thought came to his mind.
Just listen to the sound of "ah".
The little demonic vines in the room were a little dazed. Where had the ancestor who led them swayed?!
There is no trace of the ancestors anywhere.
An Qingli succeeded with one blow, then displayed the moon feast diagram, aiming at the front, back, left, and right, and quickly activated his thoughts.
The wind-sweeping vines that swayed in the wind were uprooted in pieces. Xiao Jintan vaguely recalled the time when he entered the Fengyu Secret Realm and gathered the Ten Thousand Years Soul-Destroying Grass.
However, at that time, I only managed to harvest a handful of Ten Thousand Years Soul-Destroying Grass, but it was not as satisfying as killing everyone everywhere now.
All the wind-sweeping vines in the room had entered the Moon Banquet Picture, and I felt panicked and confused for a moment. When the little demonic vines left the soil, they felt as uncomfortable as a fish out of water.
There is also a large open space in the Mustard Seed space, as well as several dark caves.
An Qingli moved his mind and moved the small wind vines he had just collected into the dark cave.
After the little vines were confused for a while, they rushed to dig their roots into the soil and swayed quickly in order to recover quickly.
But the old wind-shaking vine was temporarily left in the Moon Banquet Picture by An Qingli.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Zhuifengteng transformed into a human form, bluffing in shock and anger, "I am the old king's subordinate, arrest me? Are you going to go to the altar, or are you frying and roasting?!"
With a thought in An Qingli's mind, a ball of black fire immediately arrived in front of the transformed demon vine.
Grass and trees are most afraid of fire.
What's more, this black fire is the Eight Wilderness Netherworld Fire. Its power is so amazing that the demon vines in the transformation stage are afraid from the bottom of their hearts.
Aged and refined.
The old demon vine knelt down with a plop, bowed like others, raised his hands above his head, and loudly begged for mercy: "Prince and princess, I was wrong! If you want to rob this tomb, you can rob it, but I am innocent! What's more, I haven't done it yet."
I see your face and don’t know who you are, so just let me go!”