An Qingli took Bi Fangniao to the dense forest, seizing the time to strengthen the Nether Fire.
The stronger the fire, the more terrifying the power of the Netherworld Fire.
The strength of a monk is not just determined by his cultivation.
For example, a powerful magical weapon, a rare magical power, or some special support can be the key to defeating the weak against the strong.
Netherworld Fire is a more terrifying existence than Abyss Fire.
If one day, An Qingli is unfortunately captured, and someone happens to pinch his neck, but unexpectedly, there is a "boom", and the Netherworld Fire suddenly bursts out...
That scene must be quite exciting.
And An Qingli had a wonderful time practicing in the dense forest these days.
As the saying goes, if you bloom, butterflies will come.
An Qingli is not in full bloom, but he has gained a reputation.
The little human tribe and the beasts raided Tongyou Cat's lair and razed its lair to the ground in one fell swoop. They were really acting on behalf of heaven and very happy.
In this wild and desolate land, cats have been suffering for a long time.
If An Qingli hadn't been an outsider, maybe the monsters here would have formed a group to pay their respects and thank him.
However, there are monsters that are grateful, and there are monsters that are jealous of An Qingli's gains.
The den of thieves that Mao'er had worked so hard for so many years was taken away by An Qingli alone. What a shocking fortune that was.
This is better.
It turned out that An Qingli took the initiative to run around looking for monsters and fairy grass, but after a battle with the evil cats, it was those monsters that took the initiative to collide with An Qingli.
An Qingli remained motionless in the dense forest.
The low-tribulation monsters came, and a few small ones fought against them.
And there are quite a few low-level monsters coming.
I don’t know what those monster beasts were thinking, but when they heard that there were many blood deer in the dense forest, they charged forward one after another as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
A few little ones had a great time fighting.
Anyway, in the end of the fight, those alive and dead were all sent into the mustard space.
Keep the living ones alive, and bury the dead ones in the black taro area to use as fertilizer and as a training ground for it.
And if they encounter the troublesome Daluojin Fairyland, or the blood-like Immortal King Realm, a few of them will join forces and go together.
The killing of monsters is cruel and bloody.
The few little ones with extraordinary bloodlines have been in danger many times.
After the low-level monsters charged, slightly higher-level monsters attacked again.
In the middle of the day and night.
Tens of thousands of poisonous moths appeared like locusts.
That scene was also extremely shocking.
There was originally a moon in the sky, but that moon was also obscured by moths.
The moths came in waves, like a huge black cloud.
Wherever the black cloud passed, all the trees and grass were eaten away.
In the blink of an eye, a dense green forest turned into a desert.
But only where An Qingli was sitting cross-legged, there were giant trees and green grass for several miles around.
“Buzz~~”
The swarms of moths will continue to hit An Qingli.
"Boss, do you do the cooking, or should I do it?" Bi Fangniao calmly asked An Qingli.
An Qingli crossed his legs and closed his eyes and replied: "It would be a pity to burn it. With so many poisonous moths, how many poisonous elixirs must be made."
Moreover, in the Mustard Seed Space, there is a large forest of Soul-Destroying Grass, where all kinds of strange poisons are densely covered. If there are more moths, it will definitely be more lively.
A moth from the Immortal King Realm locked onto An Qingli. As for the Bi Fang Bird from the Immortal Emperor Realm, it specially transformed into a small one, about the size of a sparrow, resting peacefully on a branch.
The Immortal Lord Realm moth suddenly accelerated, flapped its wings, and the earthy yellow powder rushed towards An Qingli.
An Qingli remained motionless, and even took a deep breath, taking the initiative to inhale the earthy yellow powder into his body. It seemed that he was savoring the smell of the poisonous smoke.
"Um?!"
The moth in the Immortal King Realm is panicked.
What kind of monster is not afraid of its poison!
In fact, it is somewhat inaccurate to say that this moth is in the Immortal Lord Realm. This moth has not experienced advanced thunder tribulations, and with its soft and tender body and decades of longevity, it cannot withstand any thunder tribulations.
Classifying it as an Immortal King is just because of its speed, which is comparable to that of an ordinary Immortal King.
A moth that lives for fifty years is just like a person who lives for eight or nine hundred thousand years. They are extremely old and extremely rare.
That Immortal Lord Realm moth doesn't have a big brain, he only knows that something bad is going on and he needs to run away quickly.
"run?"
An Qingli raised her lips and smiled, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, the Immortal Lord Realm moth came to her hand like a butterfly.
Of course, this moth is generally black with a few khaki lines on its wings, and is not as beautiful as a butterfly.
Apart from flying fast and being extremely poisonous, this Immortal Lord Realm moth is nothing to be afraid of.
When the other moths saw that their ancestor was captured, they immediately waved their wings and sprayed out countless khaki poisonous powder, trying to swallow up the Anqing fence gate.
An Qingli held his breath and said softly: "Come."
For a moment, the world was quiet, and there was no trace of a poisonous moth anywhere.
But under the cover of the moonlight and moths, a poisonous scorpion from the Immortal Lord Realm took the opportunity to raise its tail, intending to sting An Qingli's back.
Scorpion tail is so fast.
If he was stung, even if An Qingli was not poisoned, the bone-piercing pain would definitely be unavoidable.
But An Qingli still didn't move.
Just on the back, a very thin black needle suddenly condensed and plunged into the poisonous scorpion.
The black needle, as thin as an ox's hair, is like a hidden weapon. It catches people unawares and can kill them with one blow.
As soon as the poisonous scorpion is stung by the black needle, it immediately "booms" and turns into a small ball of black fire.
In an instant, the black fire burned out again, and the poisonous scorpion was completely reduced to nothing, not even a trace of black ash was left.
It turns out that the tiny black needle from before was actually made of Netherworld Fire.
A large ball of netherworld fire was instantly condensed into a small black needle by An Qingli.
One can imagine the power contained in that black needle.
The poisonous scorpions in the False Immortal Realm that have not experienced thunder tribulation will die even faster when they arrive. They may not even have time to scream before they die.
"Master's Nether Fire is so powerful!" Xiao Huzi exclaimed, Nether Fire can still be used in this way!
Then can its thunder and lightning power be able to be squeezed and exploded instantly?
"It's really awesome!"
Xiao Jintan and those big demons also saw it completely.
With such a powerful weapon, even the late Immortal Lord who has experienced thunder tribulation will suffer heavy losses.
An Qingli smiled and said: "It is the Netherworld Fire itself that is powerful. From some perspectives, the Netherworld Fire and me can be regarded as two independent entities."
In other words, if someone practices the same technique as her, but does not have the opportunities she has, even if the other person is in the Immortal Lord Realm or the Immortal Emperor Realm, the Netherworld Fire released will not be as powerful as her Netherworld Fire.
Now, she is the carrier of this Netherworld Fire, and the Netherworld Fire is for her use.
After practicing the technique to the highest level, she could even separate out tiny bits of netherworld fire.
As long as there is enough Netherworld Qi to support the burning of Netherworld Fire, each Netherworld Fire can exist as an independent strange fire.
And those immortal fires were integrated into her soul power.
One day, if her carrier dies, she can still use those immortal fires to return to the world, just like the immortal fire demon.