Eternal Tranquility

There is a steep cliff to the southeast of the Palace of Sinful Qi, and the chilly wind blew from the bottom of the cliff. Liu Qinghuan suddenly stopped here, and the strong gaze behind him made him turn around suddenly!

A thin monk in yellow clothes floated out from the darkness like a ghost. His long robes were flying empty in the cold wind, making him look very weak and thin. His face was as gray as a dead person, but He stared at Liu Qinghuan with a pair of evil and critical eyes.

Liu Qinghuan's face turned cold. The man looked at him as if he were looking at delicious food, almost salivating. And his cultivation level is also quite weird. He can't move between the early stage of Nascent Soul and the Great Consummation. Sometimes the breath he releases makes people feel fearful and fearful.

The two of them looked at each other from an unknown distance. For a moment, the noisy sounds in the distance and in the sky seemed to have disappeared. Liu Qinghuan stood motionless with cold sweat in his palms. He felt like he would be bitten by a poisonous snake if he moved rashly. A sense of horror.

The man suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing. He coughed heartbreakingly, but his eyes never left Liu Qinghuan. After a while, he slowly put down his hand and whispered as if to himself: "Rare, rare! I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain today. , I haven’t encountered such a pure wood spirit body for a long time, such a rich vitality, ah!”

Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes slightly, watching the other party calmly as he drifted closer like a ghost.

The yellow-clothed monk took in a breath of intoxication, licked his lips, and showed a bloodthirsty smile: "If this body of flesh and blood and essence can be made into pills, it will be a great supplement. It is exactly what I need most now, Jie Jiejie!”

At this point, he looked stern, raised his head high and said arrogantly: "Now, I give you a choice, or you can surrender and be captured. If I am happy, I may be able to spare your life, otherwise... hum!"

His tone was very arrogant, as if he was giving alms. After he finished speaking, there was a hint of coercion that was far stronger than Nascent Soul, making Liu Qinghuan sneer mockingly!

"At the end of the battle, a dying man still dares to speak arrogant words! You want to eat my flesh, do you have the ability to bite it off?"

The Tainan Immortal Sword made a buzzing sound beside him, like an enraged ferocious beast. With his finger, the torrent of sword energy suddenly unfolded, surging out like a violent wind and huge waves, tearing apart the The pressure created deliberately by people!

The Tainan Immortal Sword was in full force at this moment, and golden light emitted. It seemed to have the same majestic power when Liu Qinghuan first saw it.

The yellow-clothed monk's expression changed. When he saw Tainan Immortal Sword running toward him, he floated back a few feet, twisted his fingers, and shook something out of his sleeve.

In an instant, the rotten smell floated three hundred miles from his hand into the wind. Liu Qinghuan was caught off guard by the stench, and his stomach immediately started to churn. He resisted the urge to vomit, and the green light around his body thickened several layers, sealing off his sense of smell. .

Looking again, what was in the hands of the monk in yellow looked like a ball of gray mud. He let out a weird laugh and raised his wrist...

But before he could throw it, the Tainan Immortal Sword that had already hit the top of his head suddenly stopped. Wanjun's momentum dissipated in an instant. Then, as if he had seen a ghost, he turned around and ran towards Liu Qinghuan.

"ah?"

Liu Qinghuan was shocked when he saw Tainan Xianjian rushing back, hiding behind him like a bullied child, and trying to get into his clothes!

The yellow-clothed monk was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly and said: "Hahaha, you are so smart with your sword. You actually knew that the thing in my hand was the resentment mud of the special blade of the Evil Spirit Sword, so you hid quickly."

Liu Qinghuan had veins popping out on his forehead and grabbed the Tainan Fairy Sword: "You...!"

The Tainan Immortal Sword trembled in his hand, looking frustrated and aggrieved.

At this time, the monk in yellow suddenly stopped laughing and said with a cold expression: "We have watched the monkey show, and it's time to get down to business. Since you are unwilling to submit to me, I will personally come to take your flesh and blood!"

After saying that, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a small three-legged cauldron. The surrounding temperature immediately plummeted, and wisps of cold light and ice splashed and exploded. Wherever they landed, layers of thick black ice immediately condensed. Frost.

Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, that small tripod was not just an ordinary spiritual treasure, the quality was even higher than that of a spiritual treasure!

He didn't dare to resist forcefully, so he simply wrapped himself in Jiuqu Hongchen Pu, took a step forward, and was already several miles away when he landed.

"I want to run away!" the monk in yellow shouted, his body twisted strangely, and the next moment he squeezed out of the void not far behind him, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it as fast as lightning!

Unexpectedly, Liu Qinghuan swayed, stepped forward again, and escaped several miles away.

An angry roar echoed through the sky, and the space behind him rippled again.

Liu Qinghuan had a sarcastic look on his face, it would be better to chase this person!

It may be difficult for others to see, but Liu Qinghuan, who practices the sword intention of life and death, can clearly detect that the invisible and qualityless intention of death in his body is about to rush out of his body.

And there was a huge problem with his seemingly unpredictable but actually erratic cultivation. Even if he took out that extraordinary little cauldron, it didn't show its true power at all.

In addition, the two of them had been fighting for so long, and the monk in yellow had been floating around like he had no legs. Although he tried his best to hide it and minimized his movements, he could not hide the fact that his body was stiff.

This made Liu Qinghuan have a guess, so he did not fight with him head-on, and used the Shukuchi Technique to escape from the Sin Qi Palace and buy time.

The two of them actually chased each other like this, and the monk in yellow stared at him, looking for the waves left by the space to keep chasing him. However, the direction and distance of the Earth-shrinking Technique were uncertain. With him chasing like this, how could he chase him? Get on.

Moreover, after several escape techniques, the aura on the man's body became more unstable, his movements became stiffer and slower, and his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Ahhh!" The monk in yellow was almost mad. Liu Qinghuan was like a slippery loach, and he couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

He couldn't help but hesitate. If he continued to follow, he might be the one who was defeated first, but he was extremely reluctant to let go. As long as he swallows the opponent and absorbs his strong vitality, he will be able to recover from his injuries and his body will be stabilized.

But before he could think about it, Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with a sharp, sharp light like a blade. He suddenly turned around, and the Qingshan pot flew high into the sky, and the mouth of the pot fell down!

When the yellow-clothed monk stepped out of the void, he felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and there was a huge shadow on the ground, and the shadow was growing rapidly.

His heart trembled, he raised his head hurriedly, and his pupils shrank violently!

I saw a huge mountain falling down with the force of annihilation!

At this moment, the monk in yellow was frightened, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He couldn't bear it any longer and slapped his chest suddenly. There was only a soft sound of a piece of jade breaking, and the aura around him began to rise rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the late Nascent Soul stage, reached the Great Perfection, and then continued to climb until he reached the Great Perfection. Become a god...

Today's chapter is really stuck. The author spent five hours writing 2,000 words. It's so miserable... It's not that I don't want to update it earlier, it's that there's not enough time every day...