Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan pointed at the door and said: "So you brought me here and sealed the cave door so that even my spiritual consciousness couldn't pass out. Are you planning to let me out before the elixir is refined?"

Facing Liu Qinghuan's question, the old man in red smiled slightly, his expression was completely natural.

"Fellow Taoist should also know that the Qijue Demon Luck Pill is an extraordinary thing and is listed as a taboo in the entire world of immortality..."

Having said this, he blinked at Liu Qinghuan and showed a tacit smile.

Liu Qinghuan's face was expressionless, but there was a slight disgust in his heart.

"If the news leaks out, it may cause an uproar. Therefore, we have no choice but to temporarily aggrieve fellow Taoists."

Luck, or fate, destiny, and luck, can cause illnesses in a person, a city, a country, or the entire world, all of which will rise and fall with luck.

However, the theory of luck is the most illusory, and no one can figure it out, but it is real. Therefore, the Great Destiny Technique ranks first in the Three Thousand Avenues, and it is well deserved.

The Qi Jue Demon Luck Pill has such a heaven-defying effect and has a certain probability of changing luck. At the same time, because the refining process is extremely bloody and cruel, it is listed as a taboo.

People under the eaves had to bow their heads. Even if Liu Qinghuan disagreed in his heart, he couldn't say it out at this time unless he didn't want to walk out of this cave door again.

Yi Yi probably didn't expect that what Qing Tianfeng wanted to refine was the Qi Jue Demon Luck Pill, otherwise it would never have been possible to borrow him. And now, let alone spreading the news, he doesn't know when he will be free again.

Liu Qinghuan silently followed the old man in red clothes to the heart of the mountain and met several other people.

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Guangrou Realm, a fifth-grade small world, is neither big nor small. There are tens of thousands of mortals and monks. There has been no major war in the world of immortals, and there has not been any amazing and brilliant overhaul. In Three Thousand Small Worlds, In the world, it belongs to the kind of marginal small interface that rarely attracts the attention of the outside world.

"Don't go near the fight scene. Don't ask about eccentric things. When you are about to enter the door, ask who is alive. When you are about to enter the hall, your voice must be raised..."

The sound of reading came from the private school at the end of the village. Beside the rushing stream, several aunts and young ladies were chatting and laughing while doing laundry. Not far away was a field, where men were busy picking up crops.

The small village is quiet and peaceful, filled with the ordinary happiness of ordinary people.

A white-bearded Taoist in green clothes and long coat passed by on the road outside the village. Several naked children ran out of the village chasing each other. When they saw him, they stopped curiously and timidly.

The white-bearded Taoist smiled softly. His kind-faced and fairy-like appearance made it difficult to feel bad. He touched in his arms, took out a few candies, and shook them at the children.

…

In the huge underground cave, hundreds of mortals huddled together in fear, with fear and despair on their faces, and they all looked up at the ceiling of the cave in the darkness.

There, a huge furnace cauldron hung, and from time to time there was the sound of "gurgling" coming from the cauldron. The black mist was steaming, and the terrifying aura suppressed the mortals below who only dared to sob softly.

Under their feet, the stream of light suddenly lit up, and the strands of light quickly spread out, and a huge formation emerged.

The exclamations suddenly rose. The old man in red clothes sitting in front of the water mirror rubbed his brow and said impatiently: "Hurry up and start!"

A monk standing next to him held an array plate in his hand, and a streak of light passed through his fingertips. He saw a loud buzzing sound from the large array in the water mirror, and black flames burst into flames.

"Ahhh!"

The mortals screamed again and again, thinking that they were going to be burned to death, but found that there was no pain coming from them. The flames were like nothingness, but they looked terrifying.

The commotion gradually stopped, and the mortals didn't know what was going on. They crowded tightly with the people around them in fear, but they didn't realize that their eyebrows were gradually filled with a layer of darkness.

Liu Qinghuan stood behind a few people and turned his head a little unbearably, not looking at the scene in the water mirror.

…

The white-bearded Taoist was walking through the clouds, with an endless stretch of dense jungle below. Suddenly he heard a beast roar that made the whole mountain tremble.

The Taoist looked down and saw several young monks chasing after the monster. The light of spells spread across the sky, and their every move was full of vitality and high spirits.

The Taoist twirled his long beard, his eyes showing satisfaction.

…

"Ouch~!"

In the underground cave, powerful monsters rushed against the cave wall crazily, and the light curtain rising from the ground magic circle was knocked to the point of collapse.

The monk who controlled the magic circle could no longer hold on any longer and growled, "Hurry up and do it!"

On the big cauldron hanging in the air, Liu Qinghuan looked cold as he flew out spells one after another quickly. Then he heard a roaring sound coming from the cauldron, and mist chains flew downward like sharp arrows.

"Puff puff puff~"

Blood splashed everywhere, and the monster beasts that had been struggling violently a moment ago became dying soon after. On the contrary, the mist chains inserted into their bodies were dyed bright red and became thicker.

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Qingyun Sect is the largest immortal cultivation sect in the Guangrou world. It has been passed down for thousands of years, has the best spiritual veins, and has the most disciples.

Lingfeng Shanren is one of the only three great god-transforming monks in the Guangrou world, and is also the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect. At this time, he is practicing in seclusion in his cave, with no external objects in his mind, and a quiet body.

The incense burner in the corner was filled with green smoke. Suddenly, as if disturbed by the wind, the rising smoke was slightly scattered.

However, Lingfeng Mountain Man was completely immersed in his cultivation and did not notice this, nor did he know that someone had just visited his cave.

…

Screams echoed in the cave, and the monks rolled and screamed on the ground. However, no matter how they struggled, their bodies quickly became dry like empty water bags, and then a shadow was forcibly pulled out from the skylight above their heads. , and then inhaled the black mist above.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It seemed that the sound of the heartbeat was getting louder and louder, and gradually, the entire cave and the entire mountain seemed to tremble with the beating sound.

The face of the old man in red was glowing with excitement, and he shook his hands and said: "It's done! It's done!"

Several other people also cheered: "Hahaha, after failing so many times, I finally passed another difficulty!"

Liu Qinghuan looked at the tragic situation in the water mirror in front of him, resisted showing his true emotions on his face, and asked: "What should we do in the next stage?"

Several years have passed since he was imprisoned in this mountain and began to refine the Qijue Demon Luck Pill. However, until today, Liu Qinghuan has never seen the complete pill recipe. Only the old man in red told them what to do at every stage.

The old man in red laughed a few more times before he finally calmed down and said: "There is only one final level left. Of course it is also the most difficult and critical level, but it is not a trivial matter like now. It's just It can be accomplished by sacrificing a few people and a few monsters.”

Liu Qinghuan's heart sank: Over the years, in order to refine the Seven Magic Luck Pills, Qingtian Peak has captured countless mortals, monsters, and monks and thrown them into the sacrificial formation. Every time they failed, countless lives died tragically. Just a few people and a few monsters?

And in order not to expose his identity and to protect his own life, he could only violate his usual code of conduct and become an accomplice.

The only thing that made him feel at ease was that, apart from those innocent mortals, most of those captured by Qingtian Peak were demon cultivators.

Perhaps they have won each other's trust over the years, so the old man in red finally stopped showing off: "Fellow Taoists have worked hard these years, and you must be tired of staying in this mountain, but the refining below is... It can’t be done in this mountain, we have to go to another place.”

He showed a bloodthirsty smile: "If you want to refine the Qi Jue Demon Luck Pill, you need to sacrifice the luck of all living things in the world to truly refine it!"