Eternal Tranquility

Seeing the calm Liu Qinghuan in front of the bronze gate, the young man in white stopped in shock, a haze flashed in his eyes, paused, and said in a consultative tone: "So, if I remove the demon from your wife, Seal, can you cancel today’s matter?”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him meaningfully, took out the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, and a turbid blood-yellow Ming River flowed out from the pen. The realm of reincarnation unfolded, and said categorically: "No!"

"Then what else is there to say!" The face of the young man in white twisted. "I tell you, my magic mark is branded on my soul. Even if I am reincarnated, there will be endless troubles. Hahaha, just watch your wife suffer. Bar!"

The soul flag in his hand was waved into a big flag, demonic energy rolled out, a thunderous roar sounded, and thousands of demonic souls rushed in like a torrent!

With a stroke of Liu Qinghuan's pen, the blood-yellow Hades River meandered up into the air. The river water fell like a pouring rain, and when it hit the ground, it turned into countless evil ghosts full of resentment, rushing towards their enemies who would not let go even if they died.

The cycle of life and death circulates, and there is a hint of cause and effect in it. Liu Qinghuan has been wandering around for many years, looking back at the joys and sorrows on the shore day after day. He finally realized a little bit of the law of cause and effect, and for the first time, the Tao realm was touched by the power of cause and effect. .

The entire underground cave seemed to have turned into a world of demons and ghosts. Everywhere you looked, there were demon souls and ghosts tearing apart. The small space could no longer bear the fighting between the two empty-level monks. The cave walls shook and trembled, and deep and long cracks spread rapidly. Blocks of earth, rocks and mud fell one after another.

A cunning flash appeared in the eyes of the young man in white, and he repeatedly slapped the roof of the cave with his palms. As a result, the cave collapsed faster and the scene became more chaotic, and he was able to escape through the chaos.

However, Liu Qinghuan had already locked onto him with his spiritual consciousness and figured out his strength. Apart from the white clothes on his body, there was nothing outstanding about him.

I saw him flashing and appearing behind the boy in white with great accuracy. Amidst the other's exclamations, a hand passed through the heavy defenses like a flower and a willow, and gently held his exposed and defenseless neck. !

"No~"

The boy in white had just shouted the first word when he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it was exploding. A divine consciousness that was so powerful that he couldn't resist penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent, looking through his memories and destroying them. His will.

Although the white clothes have excellent defensive power, most of the defensive magic weapons of the robe type only protect body parts, or direct power and spell attacks, and are not as comprehensive as the defensive magic weapons of the jewelry type.

"It turns out he was just lucky again..."

When he first saw the bronze door, Liu Qinghuan thought he was in some extraordinary place, but it turned out that he was just an ordinary magic cultivator who knew a little about secret magic words and obtained a treasure due to some coincidence.

Now that he had completely controlled the other party, Liu Qinghuan was not polite and gave the order to the other party's soul to open the storage space, and then slapped it with one palm, ending the other party's struggle and pain.

“There’s quite a lot of stuff!”

The storage space of the empty-level monk has accumulated a lifetime of earnings. All kinds of spiritual materials, magic tools and spiritual stones are piled up in a mountain. Liu Qinghuan didn't even count them. He packed them all into his storage space and then threw out a wisp of real fire. Burn the opponent's body and put away the white clothes together.

And with the death of the controller, the soul flag fell to the ground. The released demon souls were stunned for a while, and then fled away with a coaxing sound.

Naturally, Liu Qinghuan would not let these demon souls leave. If they ran to the ground, they would only bring disaster to the world. He reached out and made a move, and the soul flag that fell on the ground flew into his hand.

Because the owner is dead, the soul flag has become an ownerless thing. It can be used with a simple sacrifice, and the demon souls that have not had time to escape are taken back into the flag one by one.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

At this time, the collapse of the underground cave had progressed beyond control, and large chunks of earth and rock fell down.

Everything was done here, so Liu Qinghuan didn't stay much. He walked toward the ground in a flash, and heard a loud roar. The deep valley under his feet no longer existed, and was buried underneath by collapsed rocks.

"Senior, senior!"

The female cultivator in palace attire who had been guarding outside saw Liu Qinghuan flying out and rushed over. She looked behind him anxiously, but saw no one. Her voice couldn't help but tremble: "My junior sister..."

Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Her Dharma body has been destroyed, and only her soul was rescued, but it was branded with a demonic mark."

"Can, can I see her?" the female cultivator in palace attire requested.

He opened his sleeves and released Mu Yinyin's weak soul. After thinking about it, he walked further away, leaving space for them.

The voices of the two people talking could be heard from behind, as well as the regretful and painful cries of the female cultivator in palace attire. It took a while before she became quiet.

The female cultivator in palace attire came over, bowed to Liu Qinghuan and said: "Thank you, senior, for coming to the rescue this time. Without you, my junior sister would have been doomed this time. I have an uninvited invitation from you, and I want to take her with me." The soul is about to return to the sect and ask for help from the elders in the sect..."

"No!" Liu Qinghuan flatly refused: "The magic mark on her body needs to be removed as soon as possible, and special techniques are needed, otherwise it will be further eroded, so she must follow me!"

"Ah!" The female cultivator in palace attire looked surprised.

"I'm willing to go with him."

"Mu Yinyin" spoke and walked to Liu Qinghuan: "Second sister, you go back first, I will follow him."

"This..." The female cultivator in palace attire hesitated: "But, he..."

"He won't hurt me."

"Mu Yinyin" looked at Liu Qinghuan with a hint of emotion in her eyes: "I believe him."

Now that I had agreed, and Liu Qinghuan's attitude was extremely firm, the female cultivator in palace attire could not say anything more. The two reluctantly said goodbye, and Liu Qinghuan took it back into his sleeve again and flew out of the mountain.

The mountains in this area are all the kind of giant peaks that tower into the clouds. They are majestic, magnificent, and have extremely strong aura.

Liu Qinghuan wanted to find a quiet and undisturbed place. He flew over several mountains and suddenly looked down at the place as if aware.

I saw eight giant peaks standing on the ground in an orderly manner, some majestic, some solitary as a sharp edge, some dense bamboo shadows, some spiritual springs and waterfalls.

Liu Qinghuan's surprise was beyond words. If an immortal peak were added in the middle, wouldn't it be the front mountain scenery of the Wenshi Sect?

Recalling that when Master Wen Shi asked him to go out to search for the other eight sub-peaks, he mistakenly entered the Forgotten City and was unable to leave. He thought he would not be able to complete the instructions given by his ancestor, but he did not want to end up here.

So, maybe everything that happened today was already determined? He was destined to go back to the shore, not only to rescue Mu Yinyin's soul, but also to find these eight peaks.

Liu Qinghuan was filled with emotions for a moment. He landed on the Bamboo Forest Mountain and looked at the familiar bamboo shadows everywhere, and his heart was settled.