Several hidden space magic weapons were trying to escape, how could An Qingli let them go?
The space magic weapon is a good thing. Once it reaches a high level, it can be a weapon for assassination and escaping.
These space magic weapons still fled in different directions, running very fast.
An Qingli is faster.
First, he teleported to a certain place, and put the space magic weapon into the unsold Moon Banquet Picture.
Then he teleported ten miles away and put another space magic weapon into the Moon Banquet Picture.
The speed is a bit ridiculously fast.
Even Ji Xiaopeng, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, only saw a cyan light group, like a star, flashing in the sky, then flashing again, suddenly appearing, then disappearing suddenly, and he didn't know what he was busy with.
What I saw at the Nascent Soul Stage were all so blurry, let alone those low-level disciples who were building the Golden Core Foundation.
An Qingli was busy alone at high altitude, and Hei Yao, who was watching from the sidelines, had no use for him for a while.
A hidden magic weapon, retreating instead of advancing, quietly sneaked towards An Qingli.
"Hey, finally come to life!"
The black taro rejoiced, and the boundless darkness suddenly spread out.
An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly. In fact, she had not had much pleasure in harvesting, and she was also looking forward to the surprise that the hidden magic weapon that approached actively could give.
"Why is it so dark?!"
Hidden inside the magic weapon, everyone was extremely surprised. Something dark could actually penetrate into the magic weapon, turning everything inside the magic weapon into darkness.
It's... too scary!
Someone flipped his palm and brought out a ball of fire to test. The fireball was burning and steaming, but there was no light at all.
It is really too dark and shocking, this is the power of the Mahayana realm!
In the darkness, Black Taro seemed to be able to feel their voices, and couldn't help laughing wildly: "Be afraid, ants! Let's sink together with this darkness!"
An Qingli picked up a few swollen-looking people from the Tribulation Realm. He flashed his body and teleported without a trace. He directly ignored the dark barrier of Black Taro and escaped from this dark place to go to Shangshan.
around.
Shangshan took one look at those people and put the people who had sealed their spiritual power into the space between his fingers, not intending to give them anything to eat.
Cultivators who have been sealed with spiritual power are slightly better than ordinary people. If they don't eat for three days, they will be so hungry that they will faint.
The Supreme Being planned to starve these people who ate leopard gallbladder pills for three months, or three years.
The Wuling asked the Supreme Being: "Why don't you strip them naked and hang them up so that they can be embarrassed and lose all face?"
An Qingli took Shangshan's jade hand, which was like gelatin, and squeezed it habitually because it felt so good. He felt it in a good mood, and replied with a smile on Shangshan's behalf: "People who practice Taoism are thick-skinned, and they abuse their bodies.
Time is better than cruelty, and memory is longer."
"Everything our Qingli said is right!" Wu Ling agreed and put his hands on his hips, and then said viciously, "It's not an exaggeration to kill these pill-stealers on the spot. First, collect the spirit stones from their bodies, and then starve them to death.
In half a month, let his family spend the spirit stones to get it, and before taking it back, they have to swear that they will become pigs in the next life."
Xiao Jintan was sitting cross-legged in An Qingli Divine Mansion, shaking the golden feather fan that he had transformed into, and agreed with Wu Ling's words.
Nowadays, there are more and more high-level monks in the world of cultivation. When there are too many people, it is easy to cause chaos. It is really difficult to manage.
However, the current prosperity of Bianlan Realm is a short-lived illusion.
The spiritual energy of the entire small world is still declining. In a few hundred years, when the things obtained from Wancheng Kingdom are exhausted, there will be despair and death.
Relying on Dharma practice to soar?
For now, it's still a fantasy.
Because Patriarch Qi Wu, who has the highest level of cultivation and has obtained countless good things, is still stuck in the middle stage of Mahayana.
The calamity cloud dispersed, but the place where the calamity cloud was located was replaced by complete darkness.
High in the sky, in the darkness that suddenly appeared, someone said urgently: "The mission failed, leave quickly!"
"Let's go? Where to go?" Black Taro laughed wildly. These people have not yet seen the power of the Black Taro Demon King. How can they be let go?
The power of darkness swept across, eroding the space magic weapons these people relied on, and a group of people appeared in shock.
But in the darkness, they couldn't see at all and could only stop in place in shock.
Black Taro bared its teeth ferociously, opened its mouth wide, and took the initiative to spit out a breath of smelly fresh air.
"vomit--!"
Someone bent over and vomited on the spot. This was the stench of the Mahayana realm.
The next moment, someone suppressed vomiting and attacked the black taro with several spells of brilliance.
Black Yam was not afraid at all. The brilliance of those magic spells did not emit any light in the darkness. Once they came within ten feet of Black Yam, they completely disappeared.
"Haha!" Black Taro laughed wildly, exhaled another breath of black air, and said arrogantly, "I—below the Mahayana realm—are invincible!"
The people in the darkness smelled the stench, and several more people vomited.
Black Taro roamed freely in the darkness, tearing off his own clothes and exuding the scent of his body. He even deliberately breathed face to face, nostril to nostril, at those people as gracefully as orchids.
The stench of the black corpse konjac in the Mahayana realm.
"vomit--!"
Outside the darkness, countless people held their breath and stayed away.
After a cup of tea, the darkness disappeared, and more than a dozen gods transformed into tribulations, vomiting filth, rolling their eyes, and falling from the sky to the ground like dead fish.
These people have very good eyesight.
It should be the people from the Wancheng Kingdom who came here specifically to take revenge on the people from the Bianlan Realm, or maybe they were called by someone to steal this valuable ninth-grade elixir.
People from the Tianyun Sect Law Enforcement Hall, wearing special masks, rushed over and tied up the thieves who were stunned by the stench for interrogation.
The monks who were in the Tribulation Realm were all stunned and fell to the ground. Who would believe it?
A dozen thieves were taken away, and a lot of the forces behind them should be uncovered.
Ancestor Qi Che raised his hand and a heavy downpour washed the stinking turbid air into the ground.
After the rain, the sky cleared up and there was even a rainbow.
Several Mahayana ancestors from the Bianlan Realm went to An Qingli privately, took out valuable items, and asked An Qingli for the Resurrection Pill that could revive his life.
An Qingli went through several more Dan Lei tribulations and endured the pain to forge his muscles and bones into extremely solid bodies, comparable to those in the late Mahayana period.
Then he made high-level soul-replenishing and poison-removing elixirs for himself and several Tribulation Ancestors, which were used to remove corpse toxins, and prepared to go to the Tomb of the First Emperor to find out.
The little Pegasus, who had taken a lot of blood and received a huge amount of spiritual stones, was unhappy, because he knew he was going to die, but he had to go.
So what if there is a Resurrection Pill? You can only use the Resurrection Pill once, which is equivalent to risking your own life.
But the little tiger is eager to try it. The more dangerous the place, the more he wants to see it, and he is not afraid of death.
Moreover, the spiritual energy in Bianlan Realm and Wancheng Kingdom is declining, and it seems to be declining faster and faster.
Without the strong support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the boundaries inside and outside the Tomb of the First Emperor will gradually weaken.
Rather than having the evil things inside rush out and cause evil in all directions, it is better for the human race to take the initiative to explore and try their best to strangle any evil things in the tomb.