Eternal Tranquility

Clumps of ore were left behind, and the land began to become desolate. The colorful colors gradually faded away, leaving only rough stones that were weathered into strange shapes.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if this world had been abandoned by the world. Even if the sand and stones rolled occasionally, no sound could be heard.

Liu Qinghuan could only hear his own heavy breathing. Along the way, he took advantage of the extremely special environment of Jingluoyuan to hide here and there, not daring to relax at all, so as to avoid being caught up again.

Feeling the concentration of spiritual energy, I felt a little at ease. This place was already deep in the Silent Plains. The chaotic and rioting spiritual energy was almost thin. The space gave people a strong squeezing feeling, like jumping. After entering a deep pool with extremely viscous water, every move requires more energy.

This is the true face of Jingluo Plain. Although it is not an absolute forbidden spirit place, it is more terrifying than the forbidden spirit place. The ubiquitous and powerful pressure can make a person explode directly, even if he has cultivated for thousands of tribulations. The Immortal Body Technique is also very difficult at this time.

Liu Qinghuan took a deep breath, found a hollow between several large rocks, squeezed in and sat down.

He was seriously injured, and the Mahayana sword was a bit reluctant to catch after all. Fortunately, he himself is the Aoki Holy Body, and his self-recovery ability is not only the best in the Three Thousand Worlds, but also the best in the Three Thousand Realms.

But before healing his wounds, he first took out a bag of stone ash wood crystals and poured it into the Wanmu bottle. Over the years, Songxi Cave Heaven Map has been continuously harvesting stone ash wood crystals, and most of the low-quality ones were traded to the cave. In the hands of all ethnic groups, those with good quality were selected by Chu Yi and stored in the warehouse.

The wooden crystals in Liu Qinghuan's hands are among the treasures. Each one is like a clear crystal, and some even have a hint of gold. The power contained is extremely huge. After being accumulated in ten thousand wooden bottles, it will become his next reliance against the Mahayana monks. one.

Putting away the Wanmu bottle, he carefully checked the Buddha seal on his right shoulder and found that the seal was not damaged. The loose feeling before seemed to be just his illusion.

To be on the safe side, Liu Qinghuan re-strengthened the seal. Although he did not know how to use the Seal of Pure Brahma Cloud Light Buddha, he had seen Ji Shi perform it many times before, and if he gained anything, it would be okay to reinforce it.

After handling these two matters, Liu Qinghuan calmed down and began to concentrate on tending to his injuries.

The outside world became quiet again. Except for the occasional whine of the wind, it was as silent as a tomb. After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight rustling sound, which seemed to be the sound of sand rolling across the ground after being blown by the wind.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly and looked outside the cave. The Immortal Killing Spear that had been at hand suddenly stabbed out, breaking the silence of heaven and earth in an instant!

Several large rocks that formed the cave exploded with a bang, and one of them flew out, but was caught by a big skinny hand and crushed into pieces. A low and hoarse laugh sounded: "You are quite alert, you can be considered a catch." It’s up to you!”

Liu Qinghuan swiped the tip of his spear and stabbed towards the place where the sound was. Hearing the sound of gold and stone clashing, a black shadow flew out from the flying sand and rocks and landed on a big rock not far away.

He was an old man with a haggard appearance, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his hair was so sparse that it hung messily on the back of his head. He stooped slightly and looked at Liu Qinghuan as if he were looking at an object, without any warmth.

Liu Qinghuan was also sizing up the other party. When he saw the other party's hands, his expression became stern and he said, "Who are you?"

The face of the withered old man seemed to be darkened, and he said in a very cold tone: "You don't need to know who I am, you only need to know that your life is in my hands now. If you know better, hand over the fairy treasure immediately!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled when he heard this, turned his hand over, and Wanmu Bottle appeared in his hand.

"Okay, come and get it if you can!"

As he spoke, he raised the ten thousand wooden bottle, and a few drops of crystal nectar fell into his mouth. The next moment, the green gold light burst out, surrounding him like a brilliant flame.

"However, Immortal Bao has already recognized me as his master, so I'm afraid he doesn't want to follow you."

The eyes of the withered old man became hot and greedy, and he said: "Whether you want to follow me or not is not something you can decide during the integration period..."

Liu Qing laughed sarcastically and interrupted him: "So what if you are in the Mahayana realm? This place is Jingluo Plain and you cannot use magic. Unless you are also a physical practitioner, what can you do to me!"

"Is this what you rely on?" The haggard old man laughed as if he had heard some joke: "Hahaha, you are so self-righteous! I don't know how high the sky is!"

Before he finished speaking, the haggard old man's rickety waist straightened up, and a strange clicking sound came from his skinny body. His figure soared into the sky like an eagle, and Liu Qinghuan looked at the joints of his hands a few more times. There was an explosion, and his skinny fingers were quickly dyed black, and he suddenly grabbed it with his claws!

"I'll show you, even if you don't cultivate your body, I can tear you into pieces!"

"Okay!" Not only was Liu Qinghuan not afraid, but his eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit. He shouted loudly, and the immortal-killing spear that was ready to go was like the sound of wind and thunder. The tip of the spear flashed with silver light, and it clicked in an instant. On that claw that suddenly appeared through the barrier of space.

As soon as he made contact, the haggard old man felt that something was wrong. The unimaginable power made his hands numb, and a fierce aura rushed into his body, tearing at his soul.

There was a loud bang, as if a thunder exploded between the two, and the ground suddenly sank three feet. The huge force that swept out even broke the hard stone into fine powder, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, like a heavy fog. Suddenly falling, sand flew all over the sky, and was quickly pushed back to the ground by the omnipresent weight between heaven and earth.

A moment later, the haggard old man emerged from the pit with a look of shock on his face.

Then, a silver-black spear followed closely, like a dragon swimming in fear, with fighting spirit burning like fire!

Liu Qinghuan was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. Even though the opponent was a Mahayana monk, he not only showed no signs of retreat or timidity, but also forged ahead with determination and a determined attitude.

The Immortal Killing Spear entangled the opponent like a spiritual snake, but the silver light flashed sharply, and the evil energy rushed wildly. Every time it was thrust out, terrifying power exploded, the sky shook, and the earth opened up deep holes. crack.

For a moment, the withered old man was forced back by his indomitable momentum, and his hands were trembling under the repeated blows with the Immortal Killing Spear. He couldn't help but feel furious and wanted to take back the initiative. However, the strange spatial pressure in Jingluo Plain made the meridians all over his body motionless, making him unable to cast any spells at all.

However, Liu Qinghuan's immortal body was cultivated under great pressure. On the contrary, the more he fought, the smoother and smoother he became.

This is the reason why he chose Jingluo Plain. Only here can his physical cultivation advantages be maximized.

However, although most of the Mahayana monks have never practiced physical training, their legal bodies have withstood the tempering of the lightning tribulation of ascending to immortality, and their strength is no lower than that of ordinary physical training. Therefore, the withered old man seems to be at a disadvantage at this time, but he is not Losing appearance.

A fierce battle is going on here, and several figures appear on the horizon, rushing towards this side quickly!