Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan was pulled into a narrow passage by the silver rope. Although his consciousness could still be used, his magic power was so restricted that he could not move at all. He could only stare helplessly at the gray wall above his head that was constantly receding.

There was deathly silence all around, and the "click-click" sound became clearer at this moment, as if there were countless winches hidden in the wall, running all the time.

Suddenly, the squeezing feeling from the narrow passage suddenly disappeared, and he was thrown out.

The surroundings are still dark, and even if you look with your spiritual consciousness, you can still only see endless darkness.

His body was falling rapidly, but Liu Qinghuan felt happy. He felt that the chains around him had been loosened, and his magic power could finally be used.

He kneaded the secrets on his hands, green energy surged out of his feet, and stabilized his body first.

A gust of wind blew. The wind was gentle and soothing. It could only blow the willow branches by the river and make the wild flowers on the deserted road sway.

But Liu Qinghuan shivered violently, feeling shaken and dizzy!

"Hungry wind!"

According to legend, there is a kind of wind that can blow away people's souls and extinguish the three fires of life and soul. They are like hungry ghosts in hell, which is extremely terrifying.

He was shocked and quickly calmed down, and the pale golden Yangshen virtual fire suddenly appeared on his body.

The hungry wind cannot be resisted by ordinary magical weapons or spells. Only the golden flames of Yang Shen can barely resist it.

Another gust of hungry wind blew by, the golden flames swayed, and everyone was weakened by the pressure.

He finally understood that the Treasure Mirror Palace was really not an ordinary secret realm. None of them, such as the Demon Shadow Immortal Crystal Jade, the Star Sting, and the broken arrow, were rare treasures that only existed in ancient books. Now that Hungry Wind has appeared, it is really not enough. strange.

At this time, another bright golden flame leaped into view, and the Yang Realm monk who was arrested like him was also thrown in, and the Yang God Virtual Fire on his body was also blown away.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan flying upwards desperately, the man said: "It's useless, the exit can't be above."

Liu Qinghuan paused: "Senior, do you know how to leave this place?"

"Leave?" The other party smiled coldly: "Since you and I were thrown here, don't think about getting out easily. The only solution is now..."

As he spoke, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

Liu Qinghuan asked: "Senior, do you have a plan?"

The man glanced at Liu Qinghuan and suddenly said: "For the sake of sharing the same fate, I won't care about what happened before. My name is Mo Xuan. Although my cultivation level is higher than yours, I am both in the realm of Yin and Yang. If you are a middle-aged person, please call me Taoist friend."

Liu Qinghuan was wary: He refused to give his name before, but now he suddenly said it?

He smiled and said, "It turns out to be fellow Taoist Mo Xuan, so you are polite."

Mo Xuan looked away and fell on the gray wall not far away from which they were thrown.

"The interior of the Palace of Treasure Mirrors rotates according to the number of the celestial body. The sun, the yin, the twelve zodiac signs, the twenty-eight constellations, the main star is one hundred and four, and the secondary stars are one seventy-eight. They are unpredictable. They change positions from time to time. Even if they are calculated, there is no time to find them. Leave the door."

"Now there is something that requires you and me to work together. Are you willing?"

Liu Qinghuan thought about it for a while. Although there was some rift between the two before, fortunately they didn't really take action, so it was not that there was no room for cooperation.

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me."

Mo Xuan took out a small golden ax, pointed at the gray wall with a cold expression and said: "Break it!"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, but he frowned again.

Judging from previous experiences, this gray iron wall seems to be made of some kind of magical material. When the spell is applied, the power will be greatly weakened, and it can also block the penetration of spiritual consciousness.

"You mean, break it with brute force?"

"Although it may be a bit difficult, how can you know if you don't try it." Mo Xuandao: "It's better than standing here drying the hair."

I'm afraid it's not that it's somewhat difficult, but it's extremely difficult.

Liu Qinghuan still had doubts. If the gray wall was so easy to break, would the Treasure Mirror Palace still exist today?

Hidden within the gray wall is the mechanism formation that operates on the basis of the numbers of the heavens. Generally, formations can affect the overall situation with just one move, so you must be on guard against it.

"This... how about we still search in this space, maybe we can find other exits?"

But Mo Xuan insisted: "Anyway, let's try it first before talking."

Then he stepped back further and threw the ax in his hand.

The palm-sized axe grew in the wind, and its blade extended several feet long.

In a very short period of time, the sharp gold energy became strong, and Mo Xuan shouted loudly: "Behead!"

"boom!"

The golden light shattered the ground, and the earth shook.

The whole space roared loudly, like a pool full of golden liquid being overturned. Countless sharp lights flew in all directions, and the power was terrifying.

Liu Qinghuan dodged, avoiding a splash of sharp light, and looked at the gray wall where the ax struck.

The result was very disappointing. There was only a very shallow slash mark left on the gray wall, which was difficult to detect without looking carefully.

Mo Xuan's face became a little ugly, and he refused to stop there, controlling the golden ax to slash out continuously.

Large swaths of golden light erupted, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head. The opponent's cultivation level was higher than his, and the golden ax was not low-grade, so he couldn't cut through the gray wall, especially him.

Seeing that Mo Xuan wouldn't give up for a moment, he thought for a moment, retreated dozens of feet away, created another barrier, took out the broken arrow he had just obtained, and started to refine it with real fire.

It takes a lot of time to completely refine a magic weapon. But if it only reaches the point where it can be manipulated, it will be very fast.

Since the arrow in the illusion seems to have the ability to shoot the sun and the stars, even though it is broken now, there are still some parts left, so the power should not be low.

But what surprised him was that the arrow was more difficult to refine than he expected. The cold killing intent attached to the arrow had the potential to explode suddenly if it was touched.

Liu Qinghuan was anxious in his heart. The hungry wind was still blowing. It had not been long since Liu Qinghuan advanced to the empty level. Although the golden flames outside Yang Shen were much stronger than those at the same level, sooner or later they would all be blown out by the hungry wind.

Once it is completely destroyed, all that will be left is the soul being scattered.

In such a desperate situation, Liu Qinghuan gritted his teeth and simply mobilized all his magic power to suppress it with a strong and firm will!

As the two competed, he gradually developed a strange feeling, as if he were standing on the top of a mountain, with the vast land under his feet, killing or destroying, all in one thought.

At this moment, the mental method that has been running on its own is getting faster and faster, and the clear and clear spiritual power is like a surging wave, rumbling in the meridians.

Suddenly, Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, and a wisp of black light flew out of his right eye and landed on the broken arrow!

The originally restless murderous intention suddenly died down, and he became much more calm.

On this end, Mo Xuan cut for a long time, but only made the shallow mark become slightly deeper, so he had no choice but to give up.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Liu Qinghuan flying over from a distance, and he sighed: "It's my fault... Baojing Palace was built by Taoist Wang Ren who is known as the genius of heaven and earth. It really doesn't have any flaws."

Liu Qinghuan said, "How about I give it a try?"

The author really wanted to change to writing during the day, but then found that he had no inspiration at all during the day, and couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time, which made people despair... Does anyone have a solution?