The Haotian Stone Book really says that you should just sleep.
Originally, he was woken up from his slumber by the Black Corpse Konjac, and was moved by An Qingli and the Smelting Fire. He spent some energy and energy to form a contract with An Qingli.
It's also because there is no immortal power in the lower realm, so it cannot support this damaged immortal weapon.
"What is this?" Little Pegasus shook her bangs and sighed, "There is a peerless treasure, but it is shelved in a high cabinet and you spend a lot of effort to invite an ancestor to offer it to you?"
Xiao Jintan said with joy: "Meeting is fate. The Mustard Seed Space is also a damaged fairy weapon. When you meet Qingli, you will be saved by Qingli."
Bingfeng is relatively calm: "Good karma and bad karma are not necessarily certain."
This stone book is really a stone book, and there is a big secret hidden behind it. Perhaps Qingli needs to read it page by page to know everything.
"That's true. Anyway, when Qingli contracted me, he didn't expect me to spend so much on spiritual stones, and so did you, Bingfeng. Back then, you were just a starving little bird who couldn't tell the difference."
Xiao Jintan laughed out loud, and then said seriously: "But something that can attract the covetousness of the immortals in the upper world is indeed a good thing that is difficult to keep in the lower world. Just look at the black taro."
The wilted black taro is still in the moon feast picture, eagerly waiting for the master alchemist to come and serve him. He really envies Xiao Jin Tan, who always has An Qingli.
What kind of rejuvenation technique can make all kinds of plants and trees rush to seek refuge?
But in the lower world, there is currently only An Qingli who can master the "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" to such a high level.
An Qingli did not participate in the discussion, and took the initiative to run the Rejuvenation Technique to restore himself to the best state, and then manipulated the mustard seed space to arrive in front of the mountain-like pile of spiritual stones.
This pile of spiritual stones was ostensibly used for burial purposes, but was actually used to support the damaged Haotian Stone Book.
Otherwise, Haotian Stone Book would not only care about these spiritual stones.
Although these spiritual stones are not as useful as the immortal energy, they are still necessary.
The Haotian Stone Book longed for immortal power, and was persuaded by An Qingli, who had great potential and could ascend through elixir making.
Moreover, An Qingli also read the title page of the stone book, which is the page with her name.
It turned out that the prince in the tomb was the reincarnation of the Haotian Stone Book Artifact Spirit. However, contrary to expectations, the reincarnated instrument spirit regained its memory, but it had five spiritual roots with extremely poor spiritual roots.
If you really want to plant flowers, they won’t bloom.
There was no hope for the prince's ascension, so he had to use secret methods to seize the Haotian Stone Book from the upper realm and bring it to the lower realm, and was punished by thunder.
After the death, the spirit of the weapon returned to the stone book, but the body of the spirit of the weapon became worse and worse. It was quite old, and a serious illness was added to it.
Then he met An Qingli who broke into the tomb and said that he could take him back to the upper realm through the alchemy path and continue to recuperate without restraint.
As for the people buried with him in this tomb, the prince had clearly expressed his rejection when he was still alive, but the old king believed that the prince was reincarnated as an immortal and could not bear to be ignored, so he personally built his coffin and sent it to the tomb.
An Qingli looked at the mountains of spiritual stones, and with a thought in his mind, he moved the black taro to a low-grade spatial magic weapon. Then he thought again, and removed the stench inside and outside the Moon Banquet Picture, and then he held the Moon Banquet Picture.
Hold it in your hand and show it to the mountain of spiritual stone.
The mountain of spiritual stones disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving behind a large and empty tomb.
Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi opened their eyes again and searched the slightly crude tomb carefully. After confirming that there was nothing good, An Qingli controlled the mustard space to leave this place.
As soon as he came out of the tomb, there was a sound in An Qingli's Dantian.
This is a message from the Supreme Being to ask how you are doing.
I asked more than once.
Most of these high-standard tombs have high-level isolation restrictions. Only through specific communication slips can they communicate with each other.
Therefore, Lian Xin Zhu did not move in the tomb not long ago.
However, An Qingli and Shangshan have a common understanding, which can sense each other's emotions and determine the approximate location of both parties.
Shangshan sensed An Qingli's pain and sent the message continuously. However, An Qingli's soul tablet was not damaged, and although he was tortured, his mind was calm and composed, so Shangshan held it in place and did not reach the emperor.
The mausoleum comes to look for it.
Now An Qingli had just left the prince's tomb. Shangshan sensed that An Qingli was out of trouble and immediately sent another message.
"Return?" Shangshan asked calmly, and then he and all the ancestors worked together to destroy a large formation in the Zhu family.
If An Qingli went to the imperial mausoleum alone, he gained a lot, and Shangshan was no different from the ancestors.
The good things used by living people are no less than those buried underground, and the Zhou family and the Zhu family are not big families with a history of 50,000 years.
The first wave of ancestors who came to the Bianlan Realm really gained a lot. Some of them had family clans behind them, so they directly sent their gains back to their clan clans for safekeeping.
Many high-level monks in Bianlan Realm were jealous and clamored to come. Unfortunately, they were blocked by the bloodthirsty formation and couldn't get the first share of the pie.
Feng Ming, whose cultivation level is not high, can see the soul body, perform several great achievements, and also get a lot of good things, which are temporarily kept by the sect. She will not have to worry until she reaches the realm of overcoming tribulation in this life.
As for the Wuling, it gets a share, and Shangshan, as the formation master, gets another share. They are also smiling from ear to ear. It has completely transformed into a human form, and it is iron-clad.
An Qingli thought about it and read several messages from Lian Xinzhu. His heart warmed slightly and he replied: "Later."
Shangshan narrowed his eyelashes, caught up with a fleeing mid-stage god-transformation figure, and fought with him.
Monks are not afraid of death, but if they become concerned about someone, they will inevitably worry. Shangshan finally understood Mu Sheng's mood at the beginning, especially the bad mood when he cursed the "evil disciple".
However, every monk has his own path, and An Qingli will not stop him from taking risks and fighting at lower levels.
In the middle stage of transformation, Shangshan was forced to panic, with despair and fear in his eyes. In front of Shangshan, there was no peerless beauty. He was clearly an evil beast in the skin of a beauty.
In the sky above Zhu's capital city, a huge fight broke out in darkness, and the fight was inextricable.
The people in the Bianlan Realm cried out in joy, but the Zhu family became more and more frightened as they fought. They attributed the reason to the fact that there was a Mahayana stage on the other side of the Bianlan Realm.
An Qingli manipulated Mustard Seed and continued to visit the imperial mausoleum.
The Haotian Stone Book was temporarily unavailable, so An Qingli took Hei Yao as the vanguard and shuttled through the imperial mausoleum.
The bottom line is still white luck, and black luck should be avoided immediately.
Even though he knew that the black luck meant immortal weapons and talismans, and great good things, An Qingli didn't get greedy.
Maybe it's because although some treasures are good, An Qingli is not the one who is destined for them, so An Qingli is reluctant to part with them.
With the black taro taking the lead, An Qingli made another big harvest and even went to take a look at the Tomb of the First Emperor.
The huge tomb-suppressing beast is still intimidating.
Black luck still lingers above An Qingli's head.
"I can't go, I can't go." The mustard space has retreated far away, and the little Pegasus shook his bright gray bangs and sighed, "It is indeed the tomb of the First Emperor that no one has dared to disturb for fifty thousand years."