Eternal Tranquility

The autumn wind rustled, the flags were fluttering, and the large competition area was engraved with layers of formation patterns. It was originally set up for Mahayana monks to practice powerful spells. It was perfect for the competition at this time. In order to prevent the battle on stage from spreading to the audience, all protective formations have been opened.

Taihao and others were standing outside the protective shield at the moment, watching the competition between Liu Qinghuan and Lian Zhen, and commenting enthusiastically.

"Lian Zhen still has the same old habit of always pranking him with the pretty and useless tricks of a warrior in the mortal world. What's the use of that?"

"Yes, although exquisite moves are also very important in a battle, for us monks, intention is more important than form. You can see that he is approaching each other step by step, and his moves follow each other like a shadow. Fellow Taoist Qinglin can easily dodge them. ”

"That's not to say, Qinglin also took a hit just now, but what makes me want to know more is what kind of body-building skills he has practiced that can withstand Lian Zhen's full blow without any damage!"

"It's hard to ask about this, other people's training methods..."

While they were discussing, everyone saw Liu Qinghuan changing his magic weapon, and a big river flowed out under his pen. They couldn't help but feel refreshed, knowing that the real battle had just begun.

Because of Liu Qinghuan's low-key behavior in the past, everyone present only had a superficial understanding of him, and almost no one had seen him take action. Now that the time was right, everyone was eager to see what this Taoist master could do.

When a few shimmering green bamboo leaves flew towards Lian Zhen, Taiqing, who was standing in the crowd, said "Huh" and was slightly surprised: "This is..."

"What?" The person beside him was still looking at the looming black shadow in the long river. Hearing this, he turned his head and asked in confusion: "Isn't it just a few ordinary bamboo leaves..."

Lian Zhen obviously thought the same as this person at first. She didn't take those bamboo leaves seriously. Instead, she rushed straight to the other side of the river on the bridge formed by the blood-killing aura. She didn't notice until the bamboo leaves flew in front of her eyes. Something is wrong!

The snow-white silver blade flashed past. It was a sharp edge that could even cut through space, but it was completely different when it cut through those bamboo leaves. The thin and elegant leaves passed through the blade without any hindrance, heading towards He flies over!

For a moment, Lian Zhen suddenly felt as if his soul was being torn apart. The burning pain suddenly hit him, making him groan in pain. His feet became confused and he fell into the turbid yellow water.

"The Divine Killing Technique!" Someone in the crowd watching the battle saw the secret and exclaimed: "The Divine Killing Technique has been lost, hasn't it?"

Everyone showed a look of horror: The Divine Killing Technique is the most terrifying and powerful killing technique among soul-killing spells. It is said to be able to kill people in an instant, making people unable to guard against it and unable to resist it. Could it be that this Taoist Qinglin actually did it? …

"No!" At this time, Taiqing said: "This should not be the legendary divine killing technique. It is just a manifestation of spiritual consciousness. It may seem similar, but in fact it is very different."

He chuckled lightly and added: "It seems that fellow Taoist Qinglin's spiritual consciousness is very powerful, and he can already condense the invisible and immaterial consciousness into a physical entity."

In fact, Liu Qinghuan only discovered after the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation that the counter-growing bamboo in the sea of ​​consciousness had actually become completely divine. The Nisheng Bamboo has been growing quietly in his sea of ​​consciousness for more than three thousand years. It is usually only used to store the sword's will. Liu Qinghuan didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, the sea of ​​​​consciousness is so big, it can't occupy much space.

Unknowingly, Nishengzhu completely merged with his spiritual consciousness. Perhaps even the ancestor of Wenshi Sect's Zhulin Mountain who created the "Bamboo Heart Planting Swordsmanship" did not expect such a change. .

And after his consciousness was transformed into a bamboo leaf, it became more sharp and confusing than before, which even Lian Zhen caught unawares.

However, the Martial Lord was obviously very experienced in combat. After falling into the dim river water, he suddenly disappeared and avoided the follow-up attacks that were intended to take advantage of the injury to his soul.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes searched the turbulent river. This was the first time that someone could not be found after entering the river of Hades transformed into his Tao realm. This showed that the other person did have some real abilities.

Just as he was thinking about it, a gust of wind suddenly blew in his face, causing his black hair to fly in the wind. Liu Qinghuan turned his head and was suddenly startled:

This competition stage is shrouded in many magic circles. Where does the wind come from? !

In the corner of his eye, a strand of broken hair flew away in the wind. Liu Qinghuan quickly raised his hand, and felt as if countless blades fell down and cut his sleeves.

"Turn Qi into Killing!"

Liu Qinghuan's brows froze. His immortal body could not stop this extreme murderous intention. There were cuts on his arms, and bright red blood slowly seeped out.

This was not the end yet. Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw countless long, narrow swords appearing in the sky, all pointed at him. The boundless killing intent seemed to have opened a huge killing array, trapping him in Among them!

"Is this the Dao realm of the Great Killing Technique?" Liu Qinghuan felt chills all over his body. He turned the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in his hand, and the water of the Styx River surged up to the sky. The dead souls in the river roared and rushed towards the killing swords.

It could only barely block it. As soon as the dead souls touched the sword's edge, they were immediately chopped into pieces and turned into a wisp of black energy and returned to the river. And when thousands of swords fall, even if he is not dead, it really doesn't look good with swords all over his body.

The strength of the middle stage of the Mahayana should not be underestimated. Liu Qinghuan no longer hesitated, his magic power surged, his pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and he quickly wrote a true immortal article without any trace of strokes.

He claps his palm, and the words are printed in the sky: "Collapse!"

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the True Immortal Inscriptions exploded, and ink stains flew in all directions. The blades of swords that touched the ink stains also shattered. In an instant, there were countless thunders, and the sky was filled with murderous aura.

"Brother Taiqing." Taihao walked up to Taiqing and asked, "You are quite accomplished in Zhenxianwen, but can you tell what words he wrote?"

Taiqing stroked his long beard: "It seems to be a new word."

"生?" Taihao thought for a while and asked doubtfully: "Why is it a new word? The meaning of this word seems to be a little different from what it has been in the past. And is it so powerful?"

Taiqing's eyes revealed a deep meaning, and he said: "Perhaps... it has something to do with the way Taoist Qinglin has cultivated. Also, do you think the pen in his hand is somewhat similar to a certain legendary treasure of chaos?"

Taihao looked stern, then smiled again: "You are talking about the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen of the Underworld Judge. How could it be that pen in the hand of fellow Taoist Qinglin? You are a dishonest old man and you like to scare people."

Taiqing just smiled slightly: "What I said is that they are somewhat similar, but I am not saying that there are only a few treasures of chaos in the human world. You and I both know whose hands they are."

Taihao waved his hand, not wanting to continue this topic, and instead said: "If Lian Zhen doesn't show up for a long time, he will be defeated... Hey, what did I say? Isn't he coming out now?"

While he was talking, a figure appeared on the competition ground. Lian Zhen came out of the water silently. While Liu Qinghuan was busy dealing with the murderous swords in the sky, he took the moon-shaped curved blade straight from his vest!

However, he heard a sharp "clang" sound, and the sharp blade teeth clashed with the black pen body. Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are really merciless! You have used them in sneak attacks. Could you have forgotten that this is just a gunshot?" A competition?"

Lian Zhen's eyes were full of cold murderous intent, and she waved out her other hand again, with a flash of silver light!

"The sword has no eyes and the battlefield is merciless. Even if it is a competition, it doesn't matter. I always try my best!"

"Go all out!" Liu Qinghuan sneered, used all his strength to punch, and the golden light burst out!

"Bang!" Both sides flew back. Liu Qinghuan carefully inspected the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen. Fortunately, this pen had been kept by him for many years as his Taoist weapon and was not damaged in the previous confrontation.

"It's like this, I don't have to hold back anymore!" With a stroke of his pen, there was a loud rumble in the Styx River, and a whirlpool appeared at Lian Zhen's feet!

"Oh, do you think that such a small whirlpool can pull me into it?" Lian Zhen said with a sarcastic look on her face, and she waved her palm to disperse the whirlpool.

The water splashed everywhere, but Lian Zhen did not avoid it, because he had been in the Styx River for a long time and had never felt any threat, so he didn't care.

However, something seemed different this time. When the increasingly murky river water splashed onto her body, Lian Zhen's complexion suddenly changed!