Eternal Tranquility

The beautiful blue-purple sword light rushed into the sky, and the sprayed insect blood splashed all over the ground. Liu Qinghuan stretched out her hand to call back the green ring, and the seven-step sword mantis in mid-air fell to the ground with a crash.

"Ah ah ah, they are all dead at last!" Xiao Hei shouted and sat down regardless of the dirt on the ground. There were also many injuries on his body.

Liu Qinghuan walked over and felt the pain from the hideous wound on his back. He poured out two pills and stuffed them into Xiao Hei's mouth: "How are you doing? Can you still hold on?"

Xiao Hei gasped and gasped: "I can't die for the time being."

The insect corpses on the ground were disappearing quickly like their corpses when they died. Liu Qinghuan tried to pick up a broken wing next to him and watched it turn into a shimmer and disperse in his hands.

"It seems that the things inside cannot be taken out." Liu Qinghuan said: "We will rest after we go back."

He pulled Xiao Hei up, and the two walked back to the white light screen.

"Master, look over there!" Xiao Hei pointed to the corner.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw a small magic circle appearing on the ground over there.

He walked around the circle and said, "This should be a teleportation circle. It may be used to teleport to the next level."

"Ha, let's go quickly." Xiao Hei said impatiently.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the injuries on its body: "I don't know what will happen in the next level...but, okay."

He stood on the magic circle, and Xiao Hei also squeezed in. Because the magic circle was too small, and it was unwilling to return to the spirit beast bag, it made its body smaller.

As soon as he stood firm, the magic circle suddenly activated. After a flash of white light, Liu Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her waist before she could see what was in front of her clearly!

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He was extremely speechless. Seeing Xiao Hei reappearing beside him, he twitched his lips and said, "That's fine. This way, you don't have to waste time healing."

Xiao Hei touched himself and grinned: "Master, this is a good place. If you get injured in the future, just go and die."

Liu Qinghuan glared at it and looked around. The same light curtain, the same house, but outside is a piece of yellow sand.

Xiao Hei also approached the light curtain and asked curiously: "What is the monster this time?"

Liu Qinghuan pointed to the slightly humming yellow sand in the distance: "I don't know..."

In the Thousand Layers of Departure, each illusion is very different. For example, the seven-step sword beetle in the first level has extreme speed and powerful attack power, while the sand snake in the second level is extremely good at hiding and is buried in Being motionless in the yellow sand will give you a fatal blow when you are most careless.

Although there was a safe zone formed by the light curtain, Liu Qinghuan came in to train himself, so it was naturally impossible to hide inside the light curtain. One trial after another, one death after another. When you die, you get up immediately, sum up your experience, and then go out to continue fighting.

A day here is only one hour compared to an hour outside, so in addition to challenging levels, he would return to the Songxi Cave Sky Map at night to practice.

Because of the existence of the spiritual eye spring and the long-standing medicinal fields, the spiritual energy in the picture is now much richer than before. Especially in the small courtyard built near the top of the mountain, the aura is even stronger.

It stands to reason that since Golden Core cultivators require more spiritual power, their cultivation will grow much slower, but Liu Qinghuan feels that it is much smoother now than when he was struggling to cultivate during the foundation building period.

The single spiritual root allows him to practice several times more efficiently than others, and the power of the double elixir also allows him to absorb more than twice the amount of spiritual energy from the outside world at one time. Therefore, even if the spiritual sea is wider, it will take a long time to fill it up. He Yue, but he became more calm and unaware of the loneliness of the years.

In such tense and fulfilling days, it took him more than a month to reach the ninth level of Qianzhong Departure.

As soon as Liu Qinghuan came out of the teleportation circle, he immediately dodged to the side and quickly escaped into a green field.

After passing eight levels in a row, he naturally knew that every time he reached a new level, the teleportation location would be random and he would inevitably be attacked.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by a sword light.

Sword light? !

Liu Qinghuan was shocked, how could there be sword light in this place.

You must know that all the monsters he encountered in the previous eight levels were all kinds of monsters, but there are still people cultivating in this Thousand Layers of Departure?

His feet didn't stop, and he had already escaped twice in an instant. The vegetation in this level is quite prosperous. When he performs the technique of transplanting flowers and trees, he can quickly and keenly sense the aura of the vegetation within a radius of dozens of miles.

Now he can only use trees and some lush flowers and plants to perform his escape technique. When he reaches the mastery of transplanting flowers and trees, it is said that he can escape by relying on a piece of grass or a fallen leaf, which is quite exquisite.

After far away from the place where he was teleported, Liu Qinghuan looked back.

A monk in gray robes drove a black cloud over, stared at the grass where he had just disappeared, and laughed sinisterly: "Jiejie, we're already here, so don't hide!"

As he spoke, the sword light from before brought out a piece of lacquer light and slashed horizontally towards the grass.

Naturally, no one was there for a long time.

"Eh, Escape Technique?" The monk in gray clothes frowned, his breath suddenly became violent, he punched his chest with a fist, and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

The evil spirit suddenly arose, and black clouds quickly gathered in the sky, and the sky immediately became as gloomy and gloomy as dusk.

The mouthful of blood was seen rolling in the air, and soon it condensed into a devil filled with evil spirits, screaming at the gray-clothed monk with teeth and claws.

"Shut up!" the man shouted sternly: "Go and find the person who is hiding!"

The kid still screamed perversely. The gray-clothed monk turned his hand and a slender blood-red whip, only about a foot long, appeared between his two fingers. He whipped it with a snap!

"I have devoted my efforts to raising you, and yet you dare to negotiate terms with me! If I don't beat you today and make you cry for father and mother, how will I be able to control the ghost path in the future!"

The squealing sounds turned into screams, and the kid was whipped by the thin whip and rolled around, whining and begging.

Liu Qinghuan's expression suddenly changed. Who is this person? It's obviously impossible for him to be someone from the Wenshi sect! Then why is he in Qianzhong Departure again?

The ghost stick slipped into his hand, and his consciousness scanned the white light curtain behind him on his right.

After another loud whipping sound, the blood-red kid finally got up. His original evil spirit was now filled with resentment, making him even more sinister.

Liu Qinghuan's feet did not move, and his whole body was almost integrated with the wood spirit of the trees.

He wanted to see how capable this kid was.

I saw its tiny blood-colored eyes looking around, its baby-like little face turned black and red, and it teleported to the place where Liu Qinghuan had just entered. After turning around, it twitched its nose like a dog searching for food. Generally sniffing everywhere.

Liu Qinghuan felt relieved and realized that the kid was going in the wrong direction.

Except for his appearance when he first came in, he has been following the grass and trees since then, hiding his whereabouts very well under the technique of grafting flowers and trees.

He secretly glanced at the male cultivator in gray and frowned.