Eternal Tranquility

As the middle-aged male cultivator inserted the dark golden bone into his chest, the aura around him began to rise sharply.

Above the head, a huge vortex is forming rapidly, and countless streams of light are flying and circling, either bright golden light, or as blazing as fire, or as green mountains and green belts, or as clear as water, overflowing the entire sky.

"Ah~!"

The middle-aged male cultivator looked up to the sky and howled angrily. The surrounding fields roared, the heaven and earth shook, and the mighty light surged down like an angry sea, pouring crazily into his Tianling Cap.

A vicissitudes of life and ferocious aura dispersed, and the originally stable small world began to collapse. It was not broken by the outside world, but turned into the purest five elements spiritual energy and surged back again.

They saw that the body of the middle-aged male cultivator expanded rapidly like blowing air, and his skin was cracked. However, there was no blood gushing out, but various spiritual lights flowing out, as if his whole body had turned into a ball of scorching light.

"The Five Elements Return to Origin?"

Liu Qinghuan was secretly shocked. It seemed that the other party was not low in the cultivation of the Great Dao, and he had actually touched the realm of the return of the Five Elements.

At the beginning of the Hongmeng, the heaven and earth were as chaotic as chicken eggs, with no distinction between yin and yang. Then the sky and the earth were created, and the clear yang became the sky, and the yin and turbidity became the earth. All things were born, and the five elements were differentiated.

Therefore, the Great Five Elements Technique is also called the Five Emperors and Great Demonic Powers. It is the ultimate magical power of the five elements of heaven and earth. After being practiced, it can reverse the five elements and possess supreme power.

Liu Qinghuan's expression was solemn, and the old wooden oar gently cut through the water, causing ripples to spread out. The waves became bigger and bigger, raising mist all over the sky.

The maze gradually grows on the river, and clues of strange phenomena emerge from time to time in the mist. Sometimes there are thunderous clouds on the mountains and mountains, dragons, tigers, snakes and scorpions are arrogant and rampant; sometimes there are staggered figures, and fairies, ghosts and demons are rampant.

There are looming and looming threads emerging, densely packed, connecting all kinds of things together, each one is vivid and agile, evolving the cycle of life and death that has no beginning and no end.

The next moment, the sky suddenly broke, and a golden light shot out from the chaos. It violently tore through the blood-yellow wave with a murderous intention, but in the blink of an eye, it suddenly came and bullied him!

Liu Qinghuan clicked the wooden oar, and a whistling sound suddenly began in the water mist. Countless vague figures rose into the sky and surrounded each other.

Thousands of golden lights suddenly emitted, like arrow feathers flying across the sky, leaving deep marks in the space. The ultimate sharp energy roars and screams, trying to tear everything apart, chop everything into pieces!

Among the five elements, gold is the most domineering. In just a moment, it cleared away the lingering mist and turned the blood-yellow river upside down until it almost stopped flowing.

The golden light condensed, and the middle-aged male cultivator reappeared and said with a ferocious smile: "Stop resisting. Do you still think you can defeat me in the face of absolute power?"

As he spoke, white flames burst out all over his body, and he smacked down with a sudden palm!

"boom!"

The wind howled, the fire spread, a flaming palm as heavy as a mountain descended from the head, a terrifying heat wave rolled out, and the whole world seemed to be instantly put into a steamer.

The roaring sound was deafening, and the majestic power poured down.

Below, Liu Qinghuan raised his head and chuckled: "I'm not afraid of you coming out, but I'm afraid that you will never come out."

He turned his wrist and the Qian Qiu Samsara pen hooked back!

Then he saw the river turning upside down, the rapids flying, jet-black death spurting out, the blood-yellow river water making a roaring sound, flowing through the sea of ​​​​fire, leaving only silence wherever it passed.

The raging and rolling flames flashed like fireworks, brilliant for a moment, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the battle for the Tao, everyone insists on their own way. What they fight for is not just strength, but the understanding of the Tao and all the persistence from the day they embark on the path of spiritual cultivation.

Liu Qinghuan tapped his foot lightly, and the decayed wooden boat jumped onto the top of the wave. A yellow light strip stretched out from the bow of the boat, paving it all the way to the feet of the middle-aged male cultivator like a leading road.

"What's this!"

The middle-aged male cultivator flew out of the way, only to find that the road followed him closely. No matter where he went, it was always spread out under his feet, as if waiting for him to step on it.

In the dark, there seemed to be infinite emotions that suddenly emerged. The middle-aged male cultivator's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he suddenly let out a sigh.

"well……"

The lingering sound lingered and echoed for a long time.

The middle-aged male cultivator suddenly covered his mouth, and then his expression became extremely gloomy!

This sigh was obviously not his intention, and his whole body suddenly surged with spiritual light, and the breath of thick earth formed a solid defense, and he looked in all directions as if facing a formidable enemy.

However, there was no attack, and even Liu Qinghuan's figure could not disappear at this time. All he could see was the vast river of Styx, the surging waves, and the long road that was inescapable under his feet.

"Come out, get out!"

The middle-aged male cultivator shouted loudly, and the Five Elements Divine Wheels flew out at the same time. Each one was as heavy as a stone, causing the water waves to roll violently and deep holes to appear on the river.

At this moment, a wisp of faint light emerged from the void, fluttering and shaking, as if it would break if it was pulled. One end stretched into the roaring waves of the angry sea, and the other end was connected to the majestic dragon like an ancient giant spirit god. A young man repairs his body.

A cold voice sounded: "The road is long and we have neither life nor death. The soul returns home and ferries to the other side."

Before the middle-aged male cultivator could react, the ethereal thread of light suddenly straightened, and an irresistible force rose from the depths of his soul. He staggered and was pulled onto the On the yellow light road!

The middle-aged male cultivator was horrified, and the five-color spiritual light spattered wildly. He slapped his palms in all directions, but he seemed to be tied up and could not break free from the invisible shackles.

The road under his feet was shrinking rapidly, and almost in the blink of an eye, he found himself on the dilapidated wooden boat.

The wooden boat shook twice and slowly sank. Bloody yellow river water poured into the boat. Countless dead souls who had had grudges and grudges with the middle-aged male cultivator reappeared, and some pounced on him to chew on him. Some surrounded him angrily and scolded him or cried uncontrollably.

Liu Qinghuan was watching quietly from a distance and murmured: "The five elements transform all things, and all things have birth and death. Life gives all things real life, just like a big tree spreading its branches and leaves in the sun. A little beast playing in the forest is like a stone. Over time, it will be stained with wind and frost..."

At the same time as his whispers, the middle-aged male cultivators roared and cursed.

Qianqiu's reincarnation pen drew a heavy stroke, and when the opponent was about to break free from the Tao realm, he pressed back into the boat.

"Even if you are a monk who does not enter the underworld and transcends reincarnation, you still have to accept the reckoning of heaven. If it does not come now, it will come then. It is useless to struggle. That day will come... Whether you can escape depends on it. You're on your own."

When a monk reaches the Mahayana realm, he will enter the period of transcending tribulations. Each tribulation is heaven's reckoning for his life's merits and demerits. If he can withstand it, he will be able to ascend and become an immortal. If you can't stand it, you will naturally fall back into the mortal world and enter reincarnation.

The Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen is most likely of the same origin as the Judge's Pen in the underworld, and it possesses some of this supreme power, capable of judging life and death and ending reincarnation.

Even though this pen is still sealed, combined with Liu Qinghuan's reincarnation of life and death, although it cannot lead to heaven's reckoning, it can still trap people in the realm of Tao, pull them into a maze, and then be overwhelmed by their own inner demons.

Inner demons are everywhere, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it doesn't matter whether you are an immortal or a god, and you will experience a calamity every tens of thousands of years. Of course, if you can defeat the demons in your heart, you can get out of it.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged male cultivator obviously can't.

"Go ahead..."

The frightened and desperate roars gradually disappeared, and eventually the boat and people sank into the mighty river.

In the past two days, I checked a lot of books to write these chapters. This thing is too difficult to write, and the author is a stubborn person who has to think about every word, so a chapter takes a lot of time and energy. I don’t know whether the written Tao or the talisman conforms to the Tao in your heart. I can only do this to this extent. I hope you will be gentle.