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Chapter 720 Difficult Bond Formation

The thick Haotian stone book hangs vertically in the air, facing An Qingli's position, and solemnly swears an oath.

The sound of the oath carries the flavor of endless time, indeed it comes from distant antiquity.

"I, the Haotian Stone Book Spirit, swear with my soul to the Haotian God, I will only use An Qingli's heart and soul to form a contract with him. Otherwise, I shall not have any intention of harming him, otherwise the sky will rain thunder.

Punishment, wipe out my will."

The sound of the oath echoed in the tomb.

An Qingli also immediately swore an oath: "I, An Qingli, swear here to make a blood contract with the Haotian Stone Book. I shall not damage this book intentionally, and shall not use it as a material for refining weapons. Otherwise, thunder will be sent down from heaven and the book will be wiped out."

Get rid of my will."

"Very good." The old voice said with a smile, and then added, "Be prepared. You may suffer a little, or you may fall into a coma. I try to be careful."

An Qingli heard the hidden meaning and summoned Xiao Jintan to guard the divine palace. The little Pegasus carefully confirmed the luck on An Qingli's head, and then a drop of red blood flew out of the mustard space and headed towards the stone book.

A small drop of hard work is as small as an ant compared with the Haotian Stone Book.

The stone book did not move, but an inexplicable suction force wrapped around the drop of bright red heart blood and went to the three meaningful characters "An Qingli" on the title page of the book.

The blood of my heart covered the three big characters, and then flowed quickly like a river, filling the strokes of each character in an instant.

The three characters "An Qingli" flashed with red light, rising up with a dazzling red light, and then the red light disappeared again, and the Haotian Stone Book returned to its usual gray halo.

It is a noble gray color that is rare in the world.

Little Lingxi's eyes were bright when she saw it. She had never seen such a beautiful gray color before. She wanted to mix this color and dye it to the bangs on Little Pegasus' forehead.

An Qingli's soul trembled, and he had already felt the sudden pull with the Haotian Stone Book.

However, the grade of the Haotian stone book was too high, and it seemed to have a touch of divine power, causing An Qingli's sea of ​​consciousness to stir up huge waves, as if it would expand in the next moment.

An Qingli stood stiffly on the spot, the huge pain seemed to tear his body apart.

Little Jintan took root in An Qingli Divine Mansion, and the golden branches spread rapidly, densely wrapping An Qingli Divine Mansion, which offset part of the torture suffered by An Qingli Divine Mansion.

Even so, An Qingli's face was still pale. She relaxed her mind and took the initiative to carry the fairy book from the upper world.

Xiao Jintan only delayed and alleviated the pain and prolonged the process. If there is a total amount of pain, the total amount of pain has not actually changed.

The painful process is long.

An Qingli was covered in sweat, and even felt exhausted. This immortal stone book was indeed too heavy, and it was really difficult for the little spirit to bear it.

This was the most difficult and painful time for An Qingli to form a contract along the way.

But the old voice said that this was also a test given by God Haotian to the destined people. He also said with some surprise that there was actually a divine plant here. After all, he still had some luck and ability, and it was not just words.

An Qingli's face was as white as paper, and he responded in pain: "That's true."

To walk in the world of cultivation, you can't do it just by talking, you can rely on luck as well as strength.

Luck boosts strength, and strength in turn stabilizes luck.

For example, when facing the black corpse konjac, the evil star that others regarded as fatal was actually used by her and became her help.

The golden branches of Xiao Jin Tan almost wrapped An Qingli's divine palace into a cocoon, and then, under the instructions of An Qingli's thoughts, the golden cocoon was loosened little by little.

The other few little ones looked at An Qingli worriedly.

The pain in the soul is a thousand times more unbearable than the pain in the body, and the pain is truly unbearable.

Their Qingli family was a man who would not even blink if his arm was broken, but at this moment his body was in a shaky state.

Little Lingxi wanted to cry, but she didn't shed any tears. She kept looking at An Qingli, feeling very anxious in her heart.

Without even realizing it, little Lingxi's flesh and bones all over his body suddenly made "bang bang" sounds several times in a row, and his figure surged several times, turning into the size of a buffalo in the field. He pressed against the crumbling An Qingli and gave An Qingli a massage.

up the backrest.

An Qingli, who still had some strength left, glanced at the enlarged little Lingxi and said silently "Thank you".

"Qingli." Xiao Lingxi called out worriedly, her head already showing a gentle, kind and chubby round face, her two front hooves turned into human-shaped hands, holding An Qingli firmly, while her two hind hooves still retained their animal shape.

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The little Pegasus was not used to the sudden increase in size of the half-human and half-animal spirit, and was a little sad. It was still the little little spirit beast before, which was cuter.

Outside the Mustard Seed Space, the Haotian Stone Book was slowly turning page by page.

An Qingli's endurance exceeded the stone book spirit's estimate, so the turning of the stone book actually sped up a lot faster.

Every time he turns a page of the book, it is an ordeal for An Qingli.

It took me a full day and night to flip through this book before this ordeal finally came to an end.

An Qingli collapsed on Xiao Lingxi's back weakly, the rejuvenation formula in his body running wildly.

After regaining some strength, An Qingli raised his hand slightly, and with a thought, the huge Haotian stone book suddenly disappeared from the tomb, and the next moment it entered the mustard space, turned into the size of a fingernail, and hovered over An Qing

Fence palm.

"Welcome to my world." An Qingli raised his lips weakly.

The Haotian Stone Book turned around in An Qingli's palm, looked at the surrounding vegetation and forests, and said in an old voice with a bit of surprise: "I expected that your Hidden Space was of a high level, reaching the Immortal level, but I didn't expect that it was

So high. Good things like this are hard to find even in the upper world."

"Really?" An Qingli, who quickly regained his strength, stood up, crossed his legs on Xiao Lingxi's back, looked at this fifth-grade immortal weapon made by God, and said with a smile, "Maybe you can tell me

Matters of the higher world.”

The eyes of several little ones were bright, and they immediately gathered closer.

The old voice said with a smile: "Now is not the time."

"Why?" An Qingli asked again. The contract between her and Haotian Shishu was not a master-servant contract, but similar to an equal contract, but An Qingli was the master and could control and read everything in the book at will.

This fairy book had been damaged. After forming the contract, she could sense the weakness of the old weapon spirit, similar to the weakness of a strong crossbow.

The old voice laughed and said: "I'm too tired. I want to sleep for ten thousand years before waking up. Moreover, I am too powerful. If you use it in the lower realm, it will easily alarm the immortals in the upper realm and attract the immortals to come down to earth to seize it. In that case, the gain will not be worth the loss.

"

An Qingli said: "Aren't you alarmist?"

She originally planned to take this book with her to visit the Tomb of the First Emperor.

Of course, whether to enter the tomb or not, the bottom line is white luck. If the luck is black, you should actively avoid it.

The old voice was serious: "I'm definitely not alarmist."

The little Pegasus pondered: "Then why did the master punish you?"

The old man coughed a few times in a weak voice, and replied tiredly: "Probably dig a hole and offer it, and everyone will be better off."


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