Eternal Tranquility

In front of Dao Wuya, it seemed that a grand hunt was being held. People kept coming out of every nook and cranny and rushing down the cliff in groups. The shouts broke the silence of the mountains and formed a torrent of excitement and excitement.

The first monk who fell finally passed through the fog layer and appeared in everyone's sight.

Liu Qinghuan moved his eyes and saw at a glance that the monk's outer clothes were stained with blood, his breath was weak, and he was obviously seriously injured.

However, the man's consciousness was still there and he had been trying to control his body. However, he was obviously affected by the turbid mist and the mana in his body was not flowing smoothly, so he could only barely control the speed of his fall.

If so, he fell into the deep stream below and should still have a life left.

Unfortunately, just as he passed through the last layer of turbid fog, all kinds of strange things mixed with swords, guns and sticks flew towards him from all directions.

Liu Qinghuan even saw a man round his arms and throw a stone the size of a human head high into the sky with just his arm strength!

The stone carried huge power and arrived first like a meteor. It hit the monk with a bow and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He was then overwhelmed by various attacks.

In the hands of these power-cultivating aliens, even ordinary stones have become weapons that cannot be underestimated.

The monk struggled and screamed, but it seemed that he was unable to do so, and he was beaten so hard that he staggered and fell.

Before he could fall into the deep stream, a big net flew out of nowhere, hooded his head, and quickly recovered him.

For a moment, all kinds of shouts and curses came from all over the mountain, and one person was heard yelling: "What are you making a fuss about? It's here again!"

Sure enough, several more monks broke through the fog layer and fell down.

Therefore, everyone had no time to talk nonsense, and they all rushed to their respective goals and prepared to snatch people.

These Qingming monks, who may have had infinite glory or a bright path, were once knocked down from the mortal world. Before they could see clearly the sinister scenery of Zhuoyuan, they fell into the claws of greedy aliens.

Some people died, some were caught, and some managed to escape from heavy attacks, only to be captured by some high-level force masters waiting outside.

The cold wind blew up from the deep stream at the bottom of the cliff, but it could not disperse the boiling blood. It was like an apocalyptic carnival, and everyone's eyes were bloodshot. Some people even hurriedly came from Blackwater City to join in the carnival.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Who lives and who dies?

Who is cheering ecstatically, and who is wailing miserably?

The turbid abyss of poor mountains and rivers cannot breed the flowers of good, but can only breed the bitter fruits of evil.

Within the turbid abyss, alien cultivators are besieging hunter cultivators, and outside the turbid abyss, human cultivators are also besieging alien cultivators. At that time, it was just the same scene.

Liu Qinghuan stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his hands, and let out an inaudible sigh, slowly drifting in the wind.

At some point, Fu Bao and Ji Ji returned to him, watching this scene in silence.

Just when they all thought that this tragic carnival would continue until no one fell down, several more figures appeared above the last layer of fog.

Liu Qinghuan narrowed his eyes. The lowest cultivation level among these people was Nascent Soul. Among them, a male cultivator in Chu clothes was in the early stage of spiritual transformation.

Although they were all seriously injured, they formed a sword formation connected end to end, and there was a faint light flowing on each of them.

However, none of the alien races who had become jealous noticed the abnormality, and still swarmed with all kinds of crude weapons.

Only this time, whether it was a stick or a stone, it was blocked three feet away from several people.

The next moment, a scorching light suddenly erupted from their bodies, and sword energy poured out like a frenzy!

Countless foreigners were swept into this wave before they could understand what was going on. In the blink of an eye, they were torn into thousands of pieces by the sword energy. Puffs of warm blood mist dyed the cold mountain walls red.

But those Qingming monks did not stay where they were. They used their sword energy to clear the way and quickly broke out. Along the way, people blocking their way killed people, and Buddhas blocking their way killed Buddhas. Therefore, anyone who dared to come forward was disturbed by the flying sword energy. Crushed.

However, they were probably still so panicked that when they chose to break out, they didn't choose the right direction and went straight to the top of the mountain where Liu Qinghuan and the others were standing.

Liu Qinghuan was speechless. As soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of the male cultivator in Chu clothes headed by him.

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of hesitation in his heart. He saw that there were many people on the other hills, but this direction had the fewest enemies, so it was the best place to break through.

Moreover, their speed was extremely fast, and it was too late to change direction at this time, so they looked sternly, pointed their sword forward, and actually wanted to kill them by force.

The male cultivator in Chu Yi whispered, and the others immediately changed their formations, and the swords in everyone's hands glowed with blazing light.

The coldness that had lingered here for years was swept away, a sword light fell to the ground like the scorching sun, and a strange muffled vibration sounded in the air.

In an instant, the entire Dao Wuya was attracted by the huge momentum, and the people nearby felt as if they were suddenly plunged into the scorching heat, sweating like rain.

Liu Qinghuan, who was the first to bear the brunt, still looked calm. The howling wind blew the corners of his clothes, making a hunting sound.

And the avatar next to him suddenly took a step forward and punched out!

There was a loud "bang", and the blazing sun-like sword energy suddenly scattered in all directions, like brilliant sparks, flying in all directions.

Several people in the air opened their mouths and looked at the avatar in disbelief, their faces quickly turning green and red.

Although none of the three people below could see their cultivation level, it was obvious that they could not compete with this attack.

But I saw the man in green clothes below suddenly waved his hand and said to one side: "You guys go."

Several people looked at him in surprise and uncertainty, but they could not be allowed to be in a daze at this time. Many foreigners had quietly gathered around, ready to take action at any time.

The male cultivator in Chu Yi whispered to the person next to him, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head lightly and was about to speak when his brows suddenly wrinkled and he looked back.

Behind him, in the direction of Blackwater City, a voice sounded like thunder, resounding through the sky: "No one can leave today!"

A big black bird swooped down from the fog, its huge wings fanned the wind, blowing up the gray sand in the sky, making it difficult to open your eyes.

Countless aliens fled in panic, and some unlucky ones were actually blown off the top of the mountain and fell into the deep stream.

Liu Qinghuan's expression turned cold, and a green light shot out between his fingers, and the surrounding area was immediately clear and quiet for several feet.

The big bird landed on the ground, lying on all fours, and a half-shirtless man stood high on the bird's head. His brows were like venom, his eyes were like the tips of knives, and his gestures gave people a sense of cold cruelty.

The man glanced at everyone with a look of disdain, then looked at Liu Qinghuan and sneered: "Who dares to break my rules in Zhuoyuan! If you want to let these people go, just keep your own life!"

Silence.

No one answered, everyone looked at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan seemed to have come to his senses now, and said inexplicably: "Are you talking to me? Isn't the Wu who dominates the Zhuoyuan Shangya? Who are you?"

Let me tell you, the author will change the outline if you guess how the plot will develop later. If it's all guessed, what's the point, hehe.