Eternal Tranquility

Shu Shang turned to look at him and said with a playful smile: "I can't tell! That is Emperor Luo Tu's favorite concubine. She was born in Senluo City. What do you want to know about her?"

Liu Qinghuan felt his eyes go dark, and he had the urge to abandon the Tainan Immortal Sword immediately!

Based on the demeanor of the female cultivator in red, he had already had a hunch that she had an unusual identity, but he did not expect that she was actually a concubine favored by the Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost Emperor is a god whose cultivation is equivalent to that of a human being. Doesn't this put him in an indirect confrontation with a Ghost Emperor? !

"Fellow Taoist Qingmu?"

Shu Shang's confused voice brought back Liu Qinghuan's absent-mindedness. He touched his nose and said calmly in the face of the other party's probing eyes: "I just didn't expect her status to be so high. I had a chance encounter with her many years ago."

The two parties were not familiar with each other, and Shu Shang naturally did not want to go into details. He just smiled and said: "It turns out that you are old acquaintances. It just so happens that the concubine Su Luo that Emperor Zhaoyang married this time is the biological sister of Emperor Hongshang. When the time comes, She will definitely appear in Youdu, maybe you will have a chance to meet her. "

The other party obviously misunderstood his relationship with Hongshang. Liu Qinghuan explained a few words, but it tended to get darker and darker, so he simply stopped talking.

Next, the two of them chatted while watching the light screen to pay attention to the insect tide situation on the ground.

Such a huge swarm of corpse insects would leave no grass in its path, and even the stones and land would be thinned by two. If it were placed in the human world, it would probably cause extremely terrible losses. However, the Nether World is vast and sparsely populated, with vast tracts of extremely desolate wasteland. Even Xiuxian City is mostly built underground, minimizing the harm caused by the insect tide.

As the day passed, an overwhelming number of insects passed overhead, and the vibrations on the ground and the sound of flapping wings never stopped for a moment. The entrance passage to the ancient tomb dungeon, which was buried by stones, was relatively safe and did not attract the attention of the insects outside.

The atmosphere in the entire dungeon relaxed a little, and everyone who was nervous could finally take a breather. Many people gradually became optimistic and began to talk and laugh with their friends.

However, something unexpected happened when everyone relaxed, and the collective hiding place of more than a dozen monks was discovered by the corpse insects.

They were all low-level monks who had not entered the dungeon with spirit stones before. They hid in the cave dug under the stone house outside. After the hiding place was discovered, they refused to sit still and wait for death. They gathered in a pile and ran out, covered in blood red. The Ganghuo Sha cursed loudly and threw spells or magic weapons in an attempt to stop the insect swarm from attacking.

Although ordinary corpse insects would avoid them, blood sickle spiny insects and blood slugs were not afraid of the smell of Ganghuo Sand, and one after another quickly surrounded the group from all directions.

After the few people on the outermost periphery were chewed into bones by insects in just a few breaths, the desperate low-level monks were filled with resentment. They shouted and ran toward the dungeon, holding the words "You can't live even if I die." "With the mentality of perishing together, he used the last moment of his life to blast open the entrance to the outermost ruins of the stone palace.

As a result, the ancient tomb dungeon that might not have been exposed at all was exposed. Blood sickle insects that could burrow into the ground waved their scythes and scrambled to get into the passage.

Others in the dungeon were still chatting and laughing easily, but Liu Qinghuan and Shu Shang were the only ones who saw this dramatic scene, and both of them were a little stunned.

The city defense formation has been activated and the entire dungeon is completely closed. It is too late to stop it.

Shu Shang yelled at the people below in anger, and slapped the head of a steward who had ordered an increase in the entrance fee at that time.

Liu Qinghuan secretly shook his head, what's the point of pursuing it now. Just for a few hundred low-grade spiritual stones, the whole city was exposed. Not to mention the losses outweighed the gains, it was simply stupid.

However, he still had to face what he had to face. He asked: "Fellow Taoist Shushang, with the current defense, how long can the dungeon withstand it?"

Shu Shang barely restrained his anger and said: "It's hard to say, don't look at those damn bugs. I can crush a large number of them with one hand, but there are too many of them, and although their intelligence is low, it does exist. And I don’t know about fear and death... I can probably withstand it for a few hours."

Liu Qinghuan nodded and stood up: "Okay, I'll go over there and guard first."

Shu Shang politely raised his hands and said, "Thank you for all the help, fellow Taoist."

Liu Qinghuan waved his hand and passed through the low-level monks who were gradually panicking, and arrived at the hall where the coffin was parked.

It only took an hour for the thick walls of the dungeon to be chewed through by swarms of insects; half a day later, the city defense formation was blown to pieces by blood slugs that all self-destructed.

The breakdown of the formation heralded the fall of the entire dungeon. Although the black torrent of insects at the entrance was temporarily blocked by the cyan spiritual barrier released by Liu Qinghuan, the Blood Scythe Spiny Insects came in from other places. Suddenly there were screams and everyone got involved in killing the insects.

If there is only one of these bugs, they are actually not very powerful. Even monks in the Qi training stage can barely deal with it, but when there are more of them...

There are probably only a few hundred monks in the entire dungeon, and even if there are some with high cultivation levels, it's okay for one person to deal with ten or hundreds of them, but what about thousands of them? As for the entire insect wave, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands... just them.

Liu Qinghuan was not relaxed either. Although the spiritual barrier he used was as thick as a cyan wall and completely blocked the entrance, it could not withstand the swarm of Blood Scythe Thorn Insects. They were too crazy and fierce. The two pairs of scythes were swung like spinning windmills. , the spiritual power was lost much faster than he imagined.

After persisting for another half day, blood sickle insects from other places were already rushing in the passage like a tide. Shu Shang and a group of guards and monks from the ancient tomb dungeon had retreated underground, and no one came to inform him to follow them.

Liu Qinghuan shrugged, feeling that the reward was worthy of him. The moment he removed the spiritual barrier, his figure had already escaped into the soil.

There was still a sea of ​​insects outside. Liu Qinghuan escaped for a distance in the soil, killed the blood sickle spiny insects he encountered, and then jumped to the ground.

Before the insect tide could react, he had already flown high into the sky, turned into a flash of blue light, and disappeared into the horizon.

No matter how fast the insect swarm was, it could not reach the speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator, so they could only watch his back disappear, unable to catch up.

It wasn't until he completely got rid of the zombie worm tide that Liu Qinghuan stopped and found a place to refine the floating shuttle first.

The entire ship has an extremely smooth and round streamlined shape, about one foot long. The outer layer is a smooth ship wall that emits a light white-green glow. The interior is spacious and comfortable, covered with thick velvet carpets.

After placing a few pieces of high-quality spirit-gathering stones into the grooves in the cabin, and activating the magic circle on the shuttle, the hull made a gentle buzzing, the four walls turned translucent white, and the hull slowly disappeared.

He smiled with satisfaction, cast a spell, and the floating shuttle rushed out with a whoosh.

The desolate mountains receded quickly from under their feet, and the dim sky remained unchanged. Liu Qinghuan took out the jade slip of the map, determined the direction of Youdu, and rushed to the southeast at lightning speed.

In the boat, Liu Qinghuan took out a small table and placed it by the window. He took out the broken pages in his hand and continued to meditate. Next to him, a human-looking doll was drinking tea, and soon the aroma of tea filled the entire cabin.

The puppet poured a glass with graceful movements, placed it gently in Liu Qinghuan's hand, and then sat back on the bow of the boat, staring blankly outside.

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and glanced at it. It had a slender head, eyebrows, and skin as smooth as gel. It was extremely beautiful and exquisite, but after all, it was not as lively as a real person, and it lacked a little bit of humanity.

However, it was enough to do some chores and control the boat.

After thinking about it, he lowered his head and returned his attention to the broken page in his hand.

This fragment of page was the one he got from Liu Zhenwu that day. It recorded a legendary magical technique: the technique of holding one's body. He has been studying it for several months and now has some insights.

When monks are fighting enemies, there are many ways to imprison others, such as various immortal ropes, body binding ropes, etc. There are also various spells and restrictions, but most of these spells rely on the ability to seal acupoints and seal spirits. It can be realized, and it is also extremely easy for the opponent to break away or break through.

The reason why the body-fixing technique is called an immortal technique is because after being immobilized by this technique, the opponent cannot break free by his own strength. The body, spiritual power, spiritual consciousness, and even the Nascent Soul can be completely sealed.

The only drawback is that the immobilization technique will automatically resolve itself when subjected to severe external attacks. In addition, there is another premise that the person performing the technique must have a higher or similar level of cultivation than the other party in order to be able to immobilize the other party.

But even with these two limitations, it does not undermine the power of the immobilization technique at all. After all, a spell that can seal even the Nascent Soul is not something that ordinary spells can do.

On that day, had Liu Zhenwu not reached into his Dantian and grabbed his Nascent Soul, he would not have been able to free himself from the immobilization technique. If the other party hadn't forgotten that he had twin babies, he would most likely be the one who died.

but……

Liu Qinghuan suddenly remembered that he had actually seen a more powerful body-fixing technique, which was Jingjue's speech technique. With the word "fix", Jingjue made the general Zhong Zhaowu, who was much higher than him in cultivation, unable to move. With the word "death", the opponent could not escape death even if he was a ghost.

Jingjue... He hadn't thought of his good friend for many years. Ever since he disappeared in Yun Mengze many years ago, he and Yun Zheng had been searching for him for a while, but there was no trace of that innocent little monk. Later, the sealing war broke out, and I was too busy to take care of it. As time went by, I slowly forgot about it.

Liu Qinghuan sighed slightly, with a hint of melancholy in his heart.

Speaking of which, those former friends slowly lost contact one by one. Some have a growing gap in cultivation between them, and they have nothing to say when they are together, such as Lin Guang, Jia Zhou, etc.; some are busy working on their own, and as time goes by, the contact becomes less and less, and the friendship naturally fades; there are also The people and I have embarked on different paths, and there is no chance of intersection.

A person's life seems to be a process of constant loss. For Liu Qinghuan, the love between his parents that he had lost before he could feel it, the friendship between teenagers that gradually dimmed, the frivolity and wanton laughter that he once had, the passion and high-spiritedness that he once had, all have passed over the years and turned into the joy of giving birth to a baby. The demons in my heart, until I forget my love, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle.

With a slight smile on his lips, he continued to study the body-fixing technique.

…

The trip to Youdu was a thousand miles away, not to mention the loneliness and boredom during the journey. Liu Qinghuan chose a route that passed through several immortal cities. Every time he arrived, he would go for a walk.

Xiao Hei's injury was almost healed. He refused to stay in the Spirit Beast Bag or the Songxi Cave Sky Map anymore, so he simply took it with him.

Everywhere he went, he had to walk through various shops, firstly to collect historical, geographical and other classics related to the Nine Nether Realm, and secondly, to look for elixir recipes or new elixir seeds.

However, the harvest is not great. Firstly, there are very few elixirs that can be used in the Nascent Soul stage. Secondly, even if there are, most of them are used by ghost cultivators, and almost none are used by human cultivators.

"It seems that we have to wait until we get to Youdu." Liu Qinghuan said casually as he walked out of the city: "Xiao Hei, have you bought everything you want to buy? Then we rushed to Youdu at full speed without stopping. ”

Xiao Hei was holding a pile of messy food, his mouth still full. When he heard what he said, he quickly ran to a stall on the roadside.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at the stall and saw that there were some strange-shaped, strange-colored, and strange-tasting things piled on top, but there were many low-level monks lining up to buy them.

Liu Qinghuan was speechless. While Xiao Hei was lining up, he took two casual steps and glanced at a stall next to him.

It was boring to wait, so he walked over, picked up a tattered book on it, and was about to open it.

"Hey!" He slapped a hand on the book, and the young boy sitting lazily behind the stall said with his eyes hanging: "This is a sword manual. You can buy it, but you can't read it!"

Liu Qinghuan hid his cultivation and wore only a very simple green shirt. This young monk with only Foundation Establishment cultivation was not afraid of him at all.

He stretched out his fingers and flicked the dust on the page, only to see the eight characters "Tianlong Daxian's Peerless Sword Manual" written on it. He smiled good-naturedly and said, "If you don't look at it, how will you know whether it is practical or not?"

The young boy thought about it, scratched his head, and said reluctantly: "Okay, then you can only read one page!"

Staring at Liu Qinghuan as he opened the book cover, he saw that he no longer turned back. He felt relieved and said carelessly: "I managed to snatch this sword manual from someone else in an ancient tomb. If it hadn't been for me recently. Come on, I will never sell it! You know the Great Immortal Tianlong, the one who can go to heaven and earth..."

Liu Qinghuan didn't pay attention to what he was saying at this time. She frowned slightly and interrupted him: "How can I sell this sword manual?"

The young monk's face was filled with joy, but he said with a slight hesitation: "Two hundred and fifty spiritual stones?"

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a half-smile, and he immediately changed his mind: "Two hundred, fixed price, I won't sell it any lower!"

Liu Qinghuan reached into his arms and took out two middle-grade spiritual stones and threw them to him. Then he turned the page of the sword manual in his hand and saw that the first few words on it were: Can Zi Jue …

He fished it out gently, and he caught the little monk who rolled up the things and wanted to run away. He tapped several large acupoints on his body and stopped him in place, unable to move anymore.

He turned another page, and soon he finished the thin book of sword manuals, with a bit of disappointment on his face.

As expected, it was a piece of deceptive stuff. Except for the second page, most of the other pages contained the most basic swordsmanship, and it was not a set. One page even recorded a recipe. As for the cover, it’s even more fake.

He casually took off the soundproof cover, raised his eyes, pointed at the second page and said: "If you tell me where you got this page, I will give you two hundred spiritual stones."

The little monk who was standing there like a wooden stake turned red from holding back. Liu Qinghuan slapped his throat, and the other party immediately let out an earth-shattering cough. While coughing, his eyes kept rolling.

Liu Qinghuan smiled, but his face suddenly turned cold: "If you are not honest, your life will be spared!"