Eternal Tranquility

Crow Ridge is a mountain that looks like it has been cut by a knife. After crossing Crow Ridge, there is a misty plain, and a blood river flows around the foot of the mountain.

At this time, a fierce and chaotic battle was taking place beside the Blood River. The first thing that came into view was a ghost-clawed fig with black and red branches, feebly waving its branches. Its body was covered in scars, and there was a big hole in the middle of the trunk, oozing blood-like sap.

Just around it, Yunzheng was facing the attacks of three monks one-on-three, while also avoiding the attacks of a group of ghost soldiers.

The ghost soldiers were dressed in tattered armor and helmets that covered their entire heads. Their eyes were like deep black holes, and their bodies were covered in black. They were armed with various weapons and were in groups of three or five. Although their cultivation was not high, they cooperated well and caused a lot of trouble for Yun Zheng and the other three people when they went back and forth.

Yun Zheng's sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the icy blue sword light brought out flying snowflakes, which circled around a group of soldier ghosts. After the black air burst out, the tattered armor and helmets rolled to the ground.

His eyes were silvery white, and his body moved to the side without any warning. The ground he was originally standing on suddenly cracked, spewing out lava-like fire. Another sword slashed down a golden ring that was attached to his head, and the long sword flew out. The cold sword energy caused another group of soldiers who rushed over to ghost to quickly get a layer of white frost on their bodies, and their movements became extremely sluggish.

The ice-blue long sword ignored them and flashed over their heads. The sword energy suddenly exploded, shaking away all the wisps of fog around them.

The middle-aged monk who was hiding in the fog and casting spells was shocked when he saw this. When he flew to avoid the sword light, he stretched out his hand. The surrounding fog flowed into his hand like mercury, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into a crackling fog sword that flashed with lightning. .

The fog sword was completely black, solid and thick, and there were electric lights like small snakes crawling on the sword.

"Hehe, boy, you are too young! Don't think that your sword is powerful just because you have it. Let me give you a taste of my Thunder Mist Sword!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and used the fog sword in his hand to face the ice-blue Pilian who was chasing behind him.

"Really?" Yun Zheng showed a hint of sneer, and with one wrong step, he dodged a whirling whirlwind without even looking. At the same time, the ice blue sword light suddenly deviated in one direction. After passing by the fog sword, it seemed to be shooting in an uninhabited direction.

The middle-aged monk felt confused. Just as he was wondering, he saw one of his companions accidentally being hit by a branch wielded by the Ghost Claw Banyan Tree. His body rolled to the ground, and then he flipped up. As soon as he raised his head, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill running through his body. In his suddenly enlarged pupils, an ice blue sword was getting closer and closer.

The middle-aged monk felt as if he had seen a ghost. He watched helplessly as his companion was being decapitated by Yun Zheng's sword, as if he had fallen under Yun Zheng's sword!

"You, you..." The middle-aged monk stammered and was speechless.

Yunzheng's silver eyes flickered twice, sweat flowed down his cheeks, and returned to a pair of dark eyes.

The Eye of Lingxi is a talent that comes with Yun Zheng's immortal body, the Lingxi Body. There is a certain chance that he can see what will happen in the next few breaths! However, this technique was very draining on oneself, so after killing one person to relieve the pressure, Yun Zheng immediately put it away.

He glanced at the man mockingly, and smashed the ghost of a soldier who rushed forward into ice cubes with one palm, his sword aura on his body awe-inspiring.

But at this moment, he heard a string of ringing sounds, and he suddenly shook, feeling that the scenery in front of him was all spinning.

Yun Zheng, who felt something bad in his heart, broke out in a cold sweat and tried hard to get rid of the disturbance in his mind caused by the sound of the bell.

When he came to his senses again, he saw a figure in Xuanyi standing in front of him, with golden fire feathers flying in the air. In the distance, the male cultivator who had just attacked him frantically shook the broken bell in his hand. A long blue sword flashed in the air. A black hole appeared between the eyebrows of the male cultivator. His eyes froze and he knelt down.

Yun Zheng raised the corners of his mouth and let out a laugh.

The figure in Xuan Yi controlled the blue long sword and slashed at the middle-aged monk on the other side. When he had time to look back at him, a sickly and unfamiliar white face appeared and smiled at him: "Are you still stunned?"

Yun Zheng's mouth twitched, and he became energetic. He stepped to his side, pinched the sword in his hand, and the ice blue long sword that was originally parked in the air flew across the sky, joining the ranks of those chasing the middle-aged monks.

He couldn't help but crack a big smile, but he laughed habitually: "I said your face is too ugly, can't you become more handsome? It's not as pleasing to the eye as your own face!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and didn't reply. The two of them worked together and quickly killed the middle-aged monk, and the remaining dozens of soldier ghosts were also killed one by one.

The little monk Jingjue hurried over, held up his Zen staff and ran to the tattered armor, and began to save the remaining souls one by one, but his eyes looked curiously at the two people standing side by side from time to time.

Liu Qinghuan took back the Po Gang Golden Lotus and Qingying Sword and looked at Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng also looked at him.

The two looked at each other and laughed. Liu Qinghuan opened her hands with joy.

I still remember that on the deathbed of Duanyuan, Yun Zheng still disliked Liu Qinghuan's hug, but this time he also opened his hands.

After many years of separation, the two brothers finally embraced each other excitedly.

"Yunzheng!"

"Liu Qinghuan!"

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

The young men got to know each other and embarked on the path of cultivating immortality together. Because of the pursuit of the road, they spent most of their time in two places, each busy with their own things, but they never forgot the most sincere friendship when they were young.

Now after many years of separation, Liu Qinghuan has been wandering in the Saofeng Continent for more than ten years. He never expected to meet Yun Zheng again in such a far away place. The excitement and joy in my heart was indescribable. I only slapped Yunzheng's back a few times, and there was also a heavy slap on my own back.

After a while, the two of them let go, their eyes a little red.

Yun Zheng turned his head to hide it, then turned around and returned to his usual arrogant expression, snorting: "I thought you were dead! Back then, I even made a special trip to the Wenshi Sect..."

"Ah, have you looked for me at Wenshi Sect?" Liu Qinghuan asked quickly: "Have you met my master? How is he, and how is Wenshi Sect?"

"They are very nice, but your master is very worried about you!" Yun Zheng said: "When you disappeared that year, your master was furious and had a big fight with the Shaoyang sect Minghua Zhenjun who came to visit him, which caused the entire world of immortal cultivation to be angry. sensation."

True Lord Minghua is Zhou Xiaoqing’s elder.

Liu Qinghuan blinked away the moisture in his eyes: "I made you worry..."

"It's good that you know!" Yun Zheng glared at him and asked, "Why did you run so far away?"

Liu Qinghuan briefly told the story about how he accepted the sect's mission to go to the Eastern Sea of ​​​​Desolation, and then Zhou Xiaoqing threw the mana crystal out of resentment, which led to the Penglai chelicera turtle.

"Hey, the Penglai chelated turtle!" Yun Zheng's eyes shone: "This is a legendary beast on the same level as the true dragon, god and phoenix. I really don't know whether your luck is good or bad. You can still survive when you encounter the Penglai chelated turtle. Survive.”

"The Penglai turtle has the ability to travel through space. I couldn't escape at that time, so I could only hide on its back, and then it took me to the Sao Feng Continent." Liu Qinghuan said, asking Yunzheng eagerly: "What about you? How did you get here?"

At this time, Jingjue completed his salvation of the remnant soul and walked up to the two of them, holding up a wooden sign: "Is that tree over there called the Ghost Claw Banyan Tree?"