In the later stage of the Qi family's transformation into gods, their hearts trembled violently.
Ever since he had this natal magic weapon, no monk of the same level has ever been able to escape from this dragon whisker hook.
How could this be?
The gods of the Qi family were shocked.
Green flowers were attacking him endlessly. He relied on his defensive robes to hold up the light yellow aura shield, but the spiritual energy in his body was rapidly depleting.
Just when his spiritual power was exhausted, An Qingli, who suddenly disappeared, appeared again like a ghost and came to the top of his head.
Shrouded in murderous intent.
He hurriedly raised the dragon's beard hook iron chain with both arms and tried his best to block it.
This iron chain is also made of a rare material and should be able to withstand a slash from the opponent's flying sword.
But the sword in An Qingli's hand was as ghostly as her figure. She found a tricky angle and stabbed out in one go.
Stung in a vital spot.
In the late stage of his transformation, he swung his dragon whisker hook and came towards An Qingli again.
But An Qingli's figure disappeared again.
In the later stages of his transformation, his mind was so tense that he was completely unable to determine where An Qingli would land.
The dragon's beard hook missed.
But blood burst out at this moment.
The person in the late stage of spiritual transformation was covering one side of his neck, as if he still hadn't realized why it was he who was in the late stage of spiritual transformation who died.
It shouldn’t be!
The other party was clearly in the early stage of divine transformation, and he clearly took the initiative to enter the flower formation and wanted the early stage divine agent to die.
He couldn't allow him to think too much, and countless green flowers swarmed over.
Just in an instant, the late-stage spirit-transformation man stopped breathing.
The flower array was silent for a while, as beautiful as a scroll. An Qingli moved his hand and found the storage bag and storage ring on the man.
At this moment, a huge pressure fell from the sky.
"Go to hell!"
A Qi family member crossed the border and arrived nearby in a panic. He pressed down with his big palm, and the huge palm print penetrated the layers of flowers and pinched An Qingli directly.
An Qingli relies on three heaven-level skills. No matter how powerful he is at the same level, he is only in the stage of becoming a god.
Compared to the Tribulation Realm, which is a much higher realm, he is still like an ant.
The five fingers of the big handprint were closed, and An Qingli was about to be crushed to death like a chicken.
But An Qingli didn't move, maybe because he was frightened, or maybe he didn't have time to react.
The next moment, an unparalleled darkness suddenly spread out with An Qingli as the center.
The big palm print carrying great power was invisible and dissipated by the extreme darkness the moment it was about to touch An Qingli.
An Qingli stood calmly on the spot, holding back the flower sword formation, and the rejuvenation formula in his body was running rapidly.
The Qi family was facing a terrible disaster. They closed their hands and tried to escape, but they were overtaken by the darkness and couldn't escape for a while.
In the darkness, loud laughter came.
“I—finally appear—it’s my turn to perform!”
An Qingli returned to the Mustard Seed Space, and the Black Taro Demon King quickly harvested the Qi family's Tribulation, and took An Qingli up into the sky to the battle circle in the Tribulation Realm.
The ultimate darkness spreads.
Another blind fight that never saw the light of day.
Even the thunder and lightning magical power of the eighth-level Thunder Winged Tiger has lost its luster.
The rain was pouring down, but once it fell into the darkness, it never fell.
"Thank you for your help!" An ancestor from the Bianlan Realm said solemnly, guarding against everything around him, "But please don't take off your clothes!"
"Okay - no problem -"
Black Yam laughed and agreed, wandering around in his dark home.
It was not in a hurry to kill the opponent, and the Tribulation Realm was not that easy to kill. Instead, it listened to the suggestions of a few of the others, and it was more important to take the treasure by surprise and grab the storage bag.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the wind howled incessantly.
Even though the Qi family had talismans and formations, and had accumulated a lot of good things over the past 50,000 years, in the end the people from the Bianlan Realm were so brave that they completely defeated the Qi family.
The Qi family used the one-way teleportation array to escape many potential people in advance, but many of them were killed by people who had ambushed them in advance in the Bianlan Realm.
After the rainy night, the three major forces of Wancheng Kingdom, Zhou Zhuqi and Zhou Zhuqi were destroyed one after another. In this way, all the cities of Wancheng Kingdom were under the control of Bianlan Realm.
"It's finally quiet."
"It finally stopped."
"Finally got it."
The darkness fades away and the sun rises in the east.
The ancestors of the Bianlan Realm were bleeding and injured, looking down.
The ground is bloody.
The Qi family was destroyed, and the Bianlan Realm also suffered a lot of losses.
But this battle must be fought, otherwise how can there be stability for future generations.
Kill to stop killing, even individual Buddhist practitioners agree with this principle.
The idea of swearing to seek stability is not trustworthy, but it cannot be fully trusted, not to mention that it is only for the generation that swears it.
If the Bianlan Realm had not been enlightened by the Mahayana realm, and if there had not been this ancient demon flower that emerged from nowhere, the losses in the battle with the Wancheng Kingdom would have been even more severe.
Fortunately, they finally won. As for the remnants of the three major surnames, they will be in trouble for a while, but they will slowly disappear over time.
From now on, there will no longer be any kingdom of ten thousand chariots, no one party will seize the luck of the other party, and no more thousands or millions of people will be buried with them.
From now on, the only connection between the two places is Bianlan Boundary, the only Bianlan Boundary.
Under the morning sun, the wind blew the blood-stained robes of the ancestors, making hunting sounds.
Shangshan controls the array.
The bloodthirsty formation stopped operating, and many Buddhist cultivators poured into the Bianlan Realm, surrounding the formation for salvation.
In order not to stand out, An Qingli also transformed into a Buddhist cultivator and participated in it.
The Black Potato Demon King is always by An Qingli's side. After all, there is an old king who is a threat.
The old king's Wancheng Kingdom was completely destroyed, but he never showed up, which was because he was very patient.
The bloodthirsty formation is full of resentment.
One million resentful souls is not a small number, and there are many resentful souls among them who have a high level of cultivation.
The low-level Buddhist cultivators sat far away from the formation, densely packed, and worried about being attacked by evil spirits.
An Qingli was sitting in the front seat, wearing a Buddhist relic on his wrist, reciting the salvation scriptures, and the power of merits and virtues entered his body.
The power of merit turned into spiritual power, which continuously contributed to the accumulation of spiritual power in An Qingli's body.
After Buddhist cultivators redeemed the bloodthirsty souls of the great battle, they no longer participated in other affairs of the Wancheng Kingdom.
An ancestor of Buddhist cultivators recognized An Qingli's identity through the relics on An Qingli's wrist.
He was not surprised that An Qingli was involved in Buddhism. This alchemy master had made great achievements by gathering black corpse konjac, and he deserved this merit.
He was not surprised that An Qingli could recite Buddhist scriptures.
After all, there may be lost Buddhist scriptures hidden in some ancient cave deep in the mountains, and they are all included in the Tibetan Gong Pavilions of great powers.
But what surprised him was that An Qingli could actually collect the power of merit and turn it into his own use!
We must know that among the hundreds of thousands of orthodox Buddhist cultivators in Buddhism, only those who have wisdom and practice orthodox Buddhist techniques can turn the power of merit into their own use.
Wisdom root is like the spiritual root of Taoism, which is not very common.
However, wisdom roots can be present at birth, but they are rare. Most wisdom roots are acquired through cultivation.
However, how could An Qingli of this sect have such leisure time? It is really weird to practice Buddhism's obscure and difficult orthodox methods, which also attach great importance to the cultivation of mind.