Eternal Tranquility

There were whispers in the small mountain col, and the monks who were preparing to go to the Great Mirage of the Yin Moon Blood Realm were looking for someone to go with them.

Kuhai, who was dressed in red and green, stood up and wiped his mouth with his oily hand: "Liu Xiao'er, you don't want to find someone to accompany you? I have made an agreement with your Master Zamao, and I only promise to look after you once you enter the Great Mirage. As for how to get there, you have to figure it out yourself.”

Liu Qinghuan patted the dust on his clothes, glanced around the people, and said: "This junior believes that it is more convenient to hide alone in a completely unfamiliar environment."

Obviously, there were a few people who had the same idea as him. They stood on the outside with their hands folded, looking coldly at those who were eager to talk to each other.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly. Two Yuanying monks and a Prajna realm Zen master took the lead out of the mountain col and joined the next group of monks who were about to enter the space passage.

Liu Qinghuan silently checked the things on his body. The magic weapon, healing elixir, and specially prepared clothes were all placed in front of Najie. The two spirit beasts had returned to the spirit beast bag from the Songxi Cave Heaven Map.

Before entering the journey to another world, he looked back behind him one last time.

Yunmengze, I hope to see you again one day.

The experience of passing through the cross-border space channel was like sitting in the cross-continental teleportation circle a hundred times. His body rotated uncontrollably, and colorful lights squeezed in from all directions, as if they were vowing to crush him into pieces.

The next moment, he staggered slightly, his feet sank, and he stood upright again.

The first thing that catches the eye is the two moons in the sky, one crescent moon and one full moon, hanging on both sides of the sky, scattering the bright moonlight on the earth, illuminating the eerie and strange mountains below.

The wind roared, bringing with it a strong smell of blood, fierce shouts of killing, and the sound of magic weapons breaking through the air.

They were on a high mountain. It was obvious that the entire top of the mountain had been struck by lightning on a large scale, with scorch marks everywhere and almost flattened to the ground. There were pools of blood that dyed the land black, and some scattered limbs and burnt flesh could still be vaguely seen.

A palace with a golden protective shield is located in the center of the mountain top, and monks from Yun Mengze come in and out from time to time. The gravity circle seemed to have been deployed immediately, but it could not stop the high-level alien monks.

Battle groups that were fighting fiercely spread out in the air, and the dazzling magic light was still dazzling under the dark moonlight. However, Liu Qinghuan noticed that there were still some people running around on the top of the mountain, carefully avoiding attacks from the air, and quickly burying certain things in their hands into the ground.

The group of monks who entered before them had already rushed to the platform in front of the palace, where several high-level monks were standing, busy assigning tasks and moving people to various locations down the mountain.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. It seemed that the Immortal Cultivation Alliance had made full use of the opportunity created by Taizun Dayan, quickly put down the Linglong Treasure Pavilion, established defenses, and strived to gain a foothold in the Yin Yue Blood Realm.

After being pushed behind him, Liu Qinghuan quickly moved to the side to make way for the monk who was teleporting from behind.

"Come all over!"

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw that everyone in their group was gathering in an open space nearby, so he followed them.

Kuhai and another Nascent Soul cultivator had disappeared. Only the Nascent Soul cultivator named Cuixu who had lectured before remained. When everyone was gathered, he quickly said: "Remember, our mission is top secret. Except for these people present, no information about the mission can be revealed to anyone else! In addition, we don’t know where we are in the Yin Yue Blood Realm, but I believe that you are all elite monks selected by the alliance, and I will not give you this. Cause any obstacles!"

There was a hint of uneasiness on someone's face. The environment was obviously different from Yun Mengze's, and the lingering thick smell of blood made people's heartstrings tighten. However, most people are like Liu Qinghuan, with a calm expression that is almost indifferent.

True Monarch Cuixu said sternly and resolutely: "The Great Mirage regrets the cliff and remember this place. We three Nascent Souls will wait for you there for three years after arriving. If you have not arrived in three years, please look for it on your own." Access to the sea, get out of here right now!"

The others dispersed one after another. Liu Qinghuan looked at them briefly, then chose a direction and ran down the mountain.

The shape of the mountain they attacked was rather strange. It looked like a finger pointing straight to the sky, tall and straight. The bottom of the mountain is like a clenched fist, covered by dense jungle.

Cuiwei's sword flashed at his side, and instantly turned into a big sword and slashed away, forcing back an alien golden elixir monk who was charging towards him.

The man's tangled hair was dancing in the wind, and a few strands were cut off before he could avoid it, so he couldn't help but retreat. Seeing that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, he smiled evilly and no longer hid his figure. With his hands, a disc-shaped jagged magic weapon flew towards him with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and pulled out a long A trajectory composed of black air.

Liu Qinghuan maintained his falling posture and changed the sword technique in his hand. He saw that the wide Jingwei sword suddenly restrained all the misty blue and purple light, and even restrained all the sword energy, but an even greater momentum was condensed in peace. Then, facing the disc magic weapon, he slashed at it!

The Hui Zi Jue of the Eight-Character Sword Technique, the sword power is gentle and returns to its original nature, without a hint of fancy, but leaves the opponent with nowhere to hide.

After hearing an extremely loud clanging sound, the surrounding air shook violently, and the rapidly rotating disc magic weapon was broken and exploded in the huge sword force of Hui Zi Jue, as if it was being forcibly held down.

The wild-haired monk let out an angry roar. He was like an arrow from a string. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Liu Qinghuan. With his palms smashed out, he let out a mighty tiger roar and rushed forward to fight with him!

Liu Qinghuan's feet were a little lower, and under the opponent's arms that were so thick that they were completely out of proportion to his body, he swayed away like a weak catkin.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another monk from another world approaching in the distance. Liu Qinghuan's face flashed with a stern look, and the Jingwei Sword, which had returned to a slender blade, flew out of the air. The speed was so fast that only a stream of light could be seen, and he slashed fiercely. On each other's arms.

But with the sound of "dang", the arm was slashed as if it were on a stone. It only cut two or three points in and it was difficult to get any closer.

Liu Qinghuan was horrified. This person's body was actually made stronger than the magic weapon? !

Seeing this situation, the wild-haired monk couldn't help laughing proudly, and with one big palm, he grabbed the Jingwei sword that was tightly clamped by his muscles.

How could Liu Qinghuan let him succeed? Jingwei Sword shook its head and tail under his palm. The slender sword shrank into a short dagger as thin as a cicada's wing and crystal clear in an instant. Slight ripples rippled and escaped when he closed his palms. Entered the void.

The wild-haired monk screamed in surprise, but felt a chill in the back of his head. He stumbled forward in shock, narrowly dodging the blue-purple sword light that was about to escape.

"Fellow Taoist, can you help me?" said the monk from another world who came over. He grabbed his hand into the air, and a silver-white thing like running water appeared in his hand, as if he had caught a handful of moonlight.

Liu Qinghuan retreated defensively and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him.

"Go away!" The disheveled monk seemed to feel that he had lost face and his face was not good-looking. He shouted angrily: "This man is mine, and the things on him are also mine. Even if you help me, I will not share it with you." One and a half stars!”

These words made the monk who was about to step forward become cold-faced, and said: "I don't know what is good or bad, I'm afraid you will be beaten or killed!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at the dark forest below him. If we continue to struggle here, there is no guarantee that people from other worlds will not come.

The wild-haired monk sneered at the man's back and punched his chest. Black ink-like demonic energy instantly surged out of his body. He twisted his body and pounced like that evil tiger, punching one after another. He punched Liu Qinghuan.

The offensives of both sides immediately changed. Liu Qinghuan would not put her body in a head-to-head confrontation with his powerful fists and kicks. In the bursting wind, her body fell like a fallen leaf. At the same time, Jingwei sword slashed out repeatedly, blocking the waves. The incoming offensive.

The two of them were going back and forth, and they had been fighting for several rounds in a short time. Liu Qinghuan fell faster, and after a moment, he fell into the jungle below one after another.

This jungle was also messed up by thunder before. The charred trees were half leaning and falling together, and smoke was still rising in some places. The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, and the slightest breeze would spread it everywhere.

Liu Qinghuan opened a spiritual shield close to his body to isolate the ashes. The offensive behind him was still continuous, but he was not too lazy to struggle with it anymore. His powerful consciousness condensed into an invisible whip and was thrown out without reservation. The force was so fierce that the void seemed to crack with a bang!

The disheveled monk suddenly let out a scream and rolled his body uncontrollably into the tangled web of vines.

Liu Qinghuan raised his sword and dropped it, and the screams turned into the last gasp before death, and then returned to silence.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, used his spiritual power to capture the other person's storage bag, and touched a black leaf from his chest.

"This is...?" He picked up the leaf and looked at it, only to see that both sides were covered with needle-sized yinyue inscriptions, but it was a physical training method.

Liu Qinghuan quickly scanned a section. This was probably the technique that that person practiced. It seemed to draw the power of the moonlight to refine the body.

But this was not the time to take a closer look. He threw the leaves into Najie, leaned back, and disappeared into a big tree.

Recalling the terrain he had memorized from the air, Liu Qinghuan pointed to the south, called Chu Yi and entered the black and white field of vision, and quickly escaped out of the mountain.

Soon, he arrived at the foot of the mountain, and in front of him was the battlefield where low-level monks were fighting.

Yunmengze's side entered the Yin-Moon Blood Realm immediately after Taizun Dayan ascended, so they were able to successfully occupy the mountain and at the same time push the battle line ten miles below the mountain.

There was a big river there. The river was only a few dozen feet wide, but it was extremely fast. The sound of the river was like thousands of troops marching.

The two worlds started fighting fiercely along this river.

Compared to the Yin Yue Blood Realm side, which has a large number of people, Brother Yun Mengze is obviously better at cooperating in combat. Each team may have a few people, or a dozen people, attacking and defending each other, and forming a large team. The large team is divided into several directions. In front of each team is a murderous monk with a sharp knife in his ear. Under the command of the sound transmission crystal, they rushed to the left or right, fighting in and out of the river with the monks from other worlds.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but stop and watch for a while. He had known that Yan Jing was very good at commanding the details on the battlefield in addition to the overall situation, but this was the first time he was outside the situation and watched from a distance.

At the same time, he was also looking for an opening, thinking about how to pass through this fierce battlefield.

In the sky was the battlefield of high-level monks, and there were undercurrents surging under the water. His eyes moved to the right, where a majestic waterfall hung. The abundant water vapor rose halfway up the mountain, but there were not many people nearby.

Liu Qinghuan patted Junior One on the head, pointed to that place and said: "Junior First, let's go there."

"Water!" came the dissatisfied mutter of Chu Yi in his mind. The little guy didn't like having his wings wet by water.

Although she was reluctant, she turned around obediently and reached the waterfall in a few leaps.

One person and one animal clung to the waterfall, moving quickly through the mist and avoiding the occasional alien monks that flew by.

Fortunately, the river was not wide, so it didn't take long for them to sneak across the river.

The mountains and forests here also have traces of being affected by thunder, but they are not nearly completely destroyed like the other side. There are more monks from other worlds coming and going, and it becomes more and more difficult to get through.

Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment and let Chu Yi fly a little higher.

In the black and white vision, everything containing spiritual energy shines brightly. The brighter the light, the greater the cultivation level.

On a mountain to the east of where he was currently, there were several sun-like lights gathered together. That place was also the place with the most people, and it was much brighter than other places.

That should be the camp of the alien monks. Liu Qinghuan thought and glanced around.

After the rough route was engraved in his mind, he asked Chu Yi to find a corner of the rocks. Within a moment, he had changed into a distinctive style of Yin Yue Blood Realm clothes. He was more than half a head taller, and his skin tone was darker than before. The cheekbones on his face are even higher, and his face looks strange.

On the first day of the new year, he returned to the spirit beast bag. His body swayed and he escaped into a small tree that was half a person tall next to him.

The two alien monks holding swords turned around the rocks and looked around with alert expressions.

"I said no." One of them said, his voice was low and vague as usual in the language of the Yin Yue Blood Realm: "You are too nervous, those people are blocked by us at the Finger Peak, and there is no way they can get here through the battlefield. Let’s go quickly, I heard that the people above are angry, they are very angry that they haven’t been able to fight back those outsiders for so long!”

The other person slashed at the small tree with a sword! Finding nothing unusual, he snorted and mumbled: "Didn't you see that the blood over there has dyed the river red? Why don't they go there themselves if they want to die? Let's go, let's find a place to stay, who cares?" !”

The two cursed and turned away, but Liu Qinghuan had already escaped when this person appeared.

He locked all the aura around him within his body, completely integrating himself with the wood energy, and looked for an opportunity to escape to the west where there were the fewest people.

The night in the Yin Yue Blood Realm is extremely long, three times as long as the day. There are three moons in this world, but only two appeared tonight. Because one of them is a crescent moon, the moonlight is only slightly brighter, and the mountains below are still shrouded in darkness.

The farther out you go, the quieter and denser the jungle in the mountains becomes, making it almost impossible to walk anywhere without being struck by lightning.

Tall trees hold up a vast space, but it is filled with vines all over the sky. They stretch out everywhere, twisting around big trees, grass and other places that can be entangled. The wide leaves isolate the moonlight, forming a huge A dark web, all those who enter the forest seem to be swallowed up by it.

However, this could not hinder Liu Qinghuan, but made his progress smoother. By the time the white fish belly appeared in the east, he was already far away from the battlefield between the two worlds.