Eternal Tranquility

The accident happened between lightning and flint. Liu Qinghuan and Liang Jing'an were not far away from each other, and they were caught off guard when they saw the other's sword slashing in front of them. It was impossible to hide anymore, and they could only lean back when there was no chance. , shot out with one palm at the same time!

The sharp sword energy scraped across his face, and blood immediately appeared on one side of Liu Qinghuan's body. At the same time, Liang Jing'an was not much better.

Although his palm didn't use all his strength, it was still powerful. In addition, Liang Jing'an had lost his mind at this time and didn't even know how to hide, so he was caught. He took a few steps back and was hit with a bang. Go up the cave wall. With a clang, the sword in his hand rolled to the ground, and the hand holding the sword dropped weakly.

What was found at the door did not attract much attention in the stone room, because the inside was already in a mess, and everyone's eyes were red and the sky was dark.

Liu Qinghuan quickly tapped his body a few times and took two more pills. Hearing Liang Jing'an roar, he actually struggled to get up and fight again.

Liu Qinghuan leapt forward, and without waiting for the opponent's waving hands to reach up, he sealed several of the opponent's large acupoints, unable to move anymore, and sprayed several mouthfuls of green air into his face.

Liang Jing'an's frantic and distracted eyes finally became clearer. He stared blankly ahead for a moment. The light in his eyes came together again, and shame and fear appeared on his face.

Liu Qinghuan let go of the hand holding him down: "Are you awake?"

"Brother Liu!" Liang Jing'an muttered, even more ashamed: "I..."

"Okay, I know." Liu Qinghuan pulled him up: "My palm was not light, you first determine the extent of the injury."

Seeing Liang Jing'an taking the elixir himself, Liu Qinghuan looked away from him and looked into the door.

Amidst all the spiritual lights, the fierce battle in the stone room has reached a fever pitch. An alien monk has died unexpectedly, and his body is soaked in a pool of blood. There are three other people fighting in the melee, Master Song Jing, the female cultivator, There was another cultivator from another world, almost half of his body was stained red with blood, and he was completely desperate.

Liu Qinghuan looked away, but couldn't find the horse-faced male cultivator, and couldn't help but feel wary.

Liang Jing'an finally calmed down his turbulent energy and blood. He stood by the door and looked in. He said with a solemn expression: "Fellow Taoist Song Jing seems to have been seriously injured."

Liu Qinghuan stepped into the stone chamber door and said, "Well, we have to find a way to pull him out of the battle circle."

"How to pull?" Liang Jing'an was puzzled: "They were fighting so fiercely. If we get closer, we might be immediately attacked, and it would be easier to hurt people with random arrows."

If you want to cut into a fierce battle in the middle, and the opponent is still mentally obsessed, if you are not much stronger than the opponent, you will be involved.

While he was speaking, he saw Liu Qinghuan running out. She flashed through the flying spells in an ethereal manner. She quickly approached the female cultivator closest to the door. She grabbed her collar like lightning and lifted it up. Throw it out!

The female cultivator flew backwards, hitting several tables along the way, and did not stop until she hit the bookshelf against the wall.

With a roar, another monk from another world who was fighting with the female cultivator saw someone suddenly breaking into the battle. He rushed over without saying a word, and there was a sharp ghost roar as soon as he took action.

Liu Qinghuan turned sharply to avoid the murderous black light. Jingwei's sword swiped in the air, swinging away the wooden sword that Song Jing had slashed. He took a few steps behind the male cultivator and pointed out.

This person was neither Song Jing, who was also a monk in Yunmengze, nor a female cultivator who was still useful, so Liu Qinghuan showed no mercy, and the Qiankun finger instantly opened a bloody hole in his heart.

The male cultivator was pushed forward by the tremendous force, staggered a few more steps, and finally fell to the ground. Black energy was emanating from his body like water leaking out, condensing into a ball of floating spirit.

Yuanshen held the golden elixir in his arms, and finally regained his consciousness. He glanced at his own body in horror, then looked at Liu Qinghuan with hatred, and ran away screaming.

Liu Qinghuan had no time to worry about him anymore, because Song Jing's sword arrived again, this time with even greater force, and the room was filled with the sound of pine waves and wind.

The blade of Jingwei Sword was leveled, the blue and purple sword light flourished, and it slashed forward without any fancy.

The two swords clashed with each other in mid-air, and the sword energy erupted like a torrent, sweeping in all directions. However, the stone platforms in the stone chamber were as solid as rocks. Only the light shield on the stone platform closest to the two people flashed and shattered with a snap, revealing the shining aqua blue orb inside.

Liu Qinghuan used the Hui Zi Jue, the most powerful of the eight-character sword techniques. With one strike, the wooden sword flew backwards. A gap was suddenly cut out of it, and Song Jing was also sucked back. Qi and blood surged and spurted out. Two mouthfuls of blood, and the figure flew backwards.

Liu Qinghuan followed closely behind him and moved behind him before he landed, firmly grabbing his shoulders and connecting with his hands.

At this time, I heard Liang Jing'an's roar from behind: "If you want to take the opportunity to pick up the leak, there is no way!"

Liu Qinghuan grabbed Song Jing with one hand and looked back, and saw Liang Jing'an fanning him with a banana fan. The horse-faced male cultivator who had never been seen turned over and swung away from the stone platform where the light shield was broken, and flashed a few meters away. Ten feet away.

Liu Qinghuan winced and saw that the other party was also looking over. As they looked at each other, the other party's eyes were clear and scrutinizing.

The scene froze for a few breaths, then the horse-faced male cultivator suddenly laughed, cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoists, you are polite!"

Liang Jing'an glared angrily: "Whoever is polite to you, get out of here!"

The horse-faced male cultivator didn't care at all, and said: "If we can all gather here, it can be regarded as a fateful meeting in the mountains and rivers. Why do we need to be so isolated."

His eyes swept around the huge stone room: "Besides, there are so many things here, and everyone can be harmonious, so why bother fighting for one or two pieces until they are bloody?"

Liang Jing'an sarcastically said: "It depends on whether you have the ability to participate in the treasure distribution."

At this time, there was a groan from the corner, but it came from the female nun who had been forgotten by everyone. The horse-faced male cultivator backed away cautiously, until he retreated to the corner, squatting down to check his injuries.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw that Song Jing, who was restrained by him, could not move but was staring at the exposed aqua orb without blinking, with eyes full of desire and greed.

Liu Qinghuan repeated his old trick and sprayed a few puffs of green air on his face, regaining his consciousness.

Handing him over to Liang Jing'an who came over, Liu Qinghuan no longer cared about the others, but walked to the stone platform, picked up the orb as big as a human head, and fell into deep thought in a warm spiritual light like a blue ocean.

"Fellow Taoist Qingmu." A low voice came from behind, and when he turned around, it was Song Jing who had recovered from his injuries slightly, and stamped deeply with gratitude: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me, otherwise I would be afraid of my life today." It’s going to be folded here.”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be polite."

The two of them exchanged a few more polite words before Liang Jing stepped in and said with a hint of excitement in her tone: "Brother Liu, I'm afraid this is a treasure trove! What should we do next? And..."

He shook his head to the other side: "There are two people over there, what should I do?"

The horse-faced male cultivator obviously heard these completely undisguised words and stood up warily, looking at the three people here.

The female cultivator stood leaning on a stone platform, her face as pale as paper, and she was obviously seriously injured. The eyes that fell on Liu Qinghuan were cold, cold, and filled with suppressed resentment.

Liu Qinghuan turned back expressionlessly and looked at the aqua blue orb in his hand. Instead of putting it away, he put it back on the stone platform.

This behavior was beyond everyone's expectations. After all, those present, the two alien monks, were afraid of the number and strength of the three people opposite them, so they had no doubts about Ben Tie, while Song Jing and Liang Jing'an had no objection to Liu Qinghuan taking away the orb. Anyone who disagrees does not understand what he meant by this move.

Liang Jing'an said doubtfully: "Brother Liu?"

Liu Qinghuan touched the place where the Qingming Jingxin Pendant was, put away the Jingwei Sword, and said solemnly: "Everyone, have you never doubted that everything here is an illusion?"

"W-what!" Liang Jing'an was shocked, while everyone else's expressions changed.

"Abandoned ruins, weird monster insects, and so many unclaimed treasures that can make people lose their minds, and you suddenly lost your mind before." Liu Qinghuan turned around and walked towards the door, looking without any nostalgia: "I don't So confident that it’s all true.”

There was a look of struggle on Song Jing's face, her eyes swept over the many stone platforms and shelves against the wall, obviously unwilling to believe that this God-given good luck was fake: "But, but, what if all this is true? "

On the other side, the horse-faced male cultivator looked at Liu Qinghuan thoughtfully with a serious look on his face.

Liu Qinghuan walked straight towards the door, when footsteps came from behind, but Liang Jing'an followed.

The other party smiled at him: "Brother Liu, I believe you."

Liu Qinghuan felt a warm feeling in her heart, but raised her eyebrows: "Even if I'm going to find a way out of here?"

Liang Jing'an's face showed full trust after being together for a long time: "Hey, I just know that following you is the right thing to do."

"Are you really willing to give up? Maybe I was wrong. This is not an illusion, and you missed a lot of treasures."

"I, Mr. Liang, am not that short-sighted!"

That’s right! There were three other people in the stone room who had not moved at all, and Song Jing's face darkened.

While they were talking, the two of them had already reached the door. At this time, they saw that the doorway, which had been wide open, suddenly twisted and turned into the same stone wall as the surrounding ones, fitting perfectly without any difference!

An exclamation came from behind, Liu Qinghuan's face changed, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his feet were even more empty!