Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, and the blazing white light had dissipated. The surroundings were dark, and everything he could reach was cold earth and stone.

He was actually buried deep underground?

Liu Qinghuan quickly held his breath and used the spirit breath technique, but the next moment his whole body froze in disbelief!

Why did his cultivation suddenly return to the Nascent Soul stage? ? ?

Before he could figure out his situation, he felt the earth shake and the soil above his head was lifted. Under the bright sky, he saw a pair of black eyes without a trace of white.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes met with the other party's, and he found that Yujiu, who was in a state of embarrassment just a moment ago, was now neatly dressed, with no injuries on his body, and was still the aloof Mahayana monk.

There was a trace of doubt in the eyes of both people, and at this moment, a "stop" suddenly sounded.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw Gui Bugui, who had not been masked for many years, flying from a distance: "Brother Yujiu, stop, I know this junior...boy, why are you here?"

Liu Qinghuan quickly glanced around and saw that under the blue sky and bright sun, there was an endless sea of ​​blue and green forests. At his feet was the big pit where he had just been dug out. He suddenly realized: he seemed to have returned to the Mingshan battle area. , when I had just obtained the Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Bottle, it was also the day I met Yujiu face to face for the first time.

Yujiu obviously understood, a grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed his hand and gave it a strong squeeze!

Liu Qinghuan felt a pain in his neck, and his eyesight turned gray...

What does death feel like?

Is it despair like the sky is shattering, or is it eternal relief after a moment of pain, or is it just that all of this is so illusory that it has no sense of reality?

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was only a moment. Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes again. There was still darkness around him, and the mud and rocks pressed heavily on him, burying him deep in the ground.

Illusion?

What happened hundreds of years ago suddenly happened again, but this time, Yujiu also came back with him, and because he was filled with hatred hundreds of years later, he did not allow him to defend himself or stop him. Just kill him directly, not even caring about the immortal treasure.

But it was all too real. Just like when he entered the Abyss of Regret before, he couldn't find any trace of an illusion.

The lingering sound of death was still echoing in his mind, and Liu Qinghuan was in a daze. He was pulled out of the ground again, and stood in front of Yujiu again.

"Stop, I know this junior..."

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and watched Gui Bugui fly over from the same posture.

A sense of absurdity arose in Liu Qinghuan's heart. If it was because of his low cultivation level that he couldn't get rid of this illusion, but what about Yujiu?

After Yujiu entered Siguiyuan, he seemed to have never doubted what happened, but now he should also realize it, right?

But to Liu Qinghuan's surprise, although the hesitation on Yujiu's face was thicker than before, the hand holding his neck still tightened tighter.

Liu Qinghuan shouted quickly: "Don't you think the current situation is very strange? Even if you kill me ten times and a hundred times, you are still in an illusion and of no use. It is better to figure out how to get out of the illusion first."

There was something on Yujiu's face, and he tilted his head as if he was thinking about his proposal, but suddenly he raised his hand and slapped his hand, saying with a smile: "It's a pity that I just want you to die now!"

Liu Qinghuan was speechless immediately: Yes, if his thousands of years of hard work were destroyed overnight, he would be greatly shocked, and he would only want to kill the instigator.

But Yujiu was still at the peak of Mahayana at this time. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he could only stand with his neck straight and wait for death.

"etc!"

Surprisingly, Gui Bugui suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Yujiu's hand, and said with an unhappy face: "Fellow Taoist, this junior has been kind to me. I can't just watch you kill him. Friend Taoist, please If you have any conflicts, why don't you let me mediate?"

He turned to Liu Qinghuan again and scolded: "What's wrong with you kid? Why did you provoke a Mahayana monk?"

"Senior..." Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. Although Gui Bugui had rescued him from Yujiu back then, he didn't expect to do it again. When Yujiu was extremely murderous, he was still willing to do it again. Speak for him.

But what could he say? Said that hundreds of years later, he would use the poison of time to destroy the other party?

"Go away!" Yujiu growled with a cold expression. He made a seal with his free hand, and a murderous black light flew towards Gui Bugui: "If I don't kill him, it will be difficult to vent the hatred in my heart!"

Gui Bugui obviously didn't expect that the other party would take action as soon as he said so. He quickly backed away and his face darkened: "Are you going to take action with me..."

Liu Qinghuan didn't hear the next words, because Yujiu was so murderous that he didn't even listen to Gui Bugui's words and slapped him on the head!

…

Liu Qinghuan touched her head with lingering fear: "Fortunately, it's still there, it's still..."

What it felt like to have his head smashed into pieces, he never wanted to experience it again in his life!

The sound of flapping wings came from underneath him, and Liu Qinghuan raised his head. At this time, he was sitting on Chu Yi's back. A deserted mountain range fell into his sight. He couldn't help but sigh with relief: It's not the Mingshan War Zone after all!

"Master?" Fu Bao looked over in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Someone is really following us?"

Liu Qinghuan's heart moved and asked: "What time is it now?"

Fubao was stunned: "Ah, ah? Didn't the master just collect the main spiritual vein of Suolong Mountain..."

Liu Qinghuan remembered that this was the day Yujiu came to Yunmengze to find him.

He looked back, was silent for a moment, put Chu Yi and Fu Bao back into the spirit beast bag, and ran forward.

Although there is little hope, we cannot sit still and wait for death. We can escape for a while.

However, there were slight ripples in the void behind him, and Yujiu's figure gradually emerged, raising his hand with an extremely powerful pressure!

…

In the endless void, Mochen's cry came from behind. Yujiu smiled ferociously, and one hand turned into a sharp claw, which instantly penetrated his chest...

A void formed under his feet, and a terrifying black beam of light bloomed, shooting his body riddled with holes...

In Youguan Realm, a group of people slowly walked down from Qingtian Peak...

In the abyss of regret, Yujiu found the prison...

"Am I here to experience one hundred and eight ways to die today?"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but ask himself, and found that he was standing on the earth bridge across the abyss, and the scarred mandarin duck was lying motionless on the other end!

Well, it's finally his turn!

This time, Liu Qinghuan didn't hesitate at all. He killed the monster that wanted to attack him with a backhand sword. The vial also flew out at the same time, and appeared above Yujiu's head almost instantly. The dream-tracing poison poured down, and the remaining arrows also pierced towards him. The other person’s eyebrows!

…

A feeling gradually emerged in Liu Qinghuan's heart.

Perhaps, how many times you die is not the most important thing, but how many possibilities there are between life and death.

Looking back on the past, the few times he faced Yujiu, he was always on the verge of life and death, but he was able to seize the extremely weak chance of escape.

However, when the two of them entered the illusion at the same time, after knowing everything that happened, Yujiu was only obsessed with killing him, so due to the huge gap in cultivation, there was no possibility for him to escape.

The only chance he had to kill Yujiu was when the opponent was seriously injured by Yi Xianren's arrow and fell into coma. If he had not hesitated at that time, if the obstructing monster had not appeared...

However, no matter what the final result is, the cause of everything comes from the fairy treasure.

Because of the fairy treasure, Yujiu chased Yunmengze.

Because of the fairy treasure, Yujiu found the altar at the bottom of the lake.

Until the end, the hatred between the two became deeper and deeper, and the fairy treasure became less important, leaving only life and death.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly!

He was in a daze, and the pain coming from his body and the strong feeling of falling made him know that he was finally out of the illusion.

Then he found that he was surrounded by the invisible Tao realm. Outside the Tao realm, countless monsters called inner demons were flying and circling like vultures, waiting for opportunities to move.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand. The Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen that he had been holding in his hand before entering the illusion, and the sword of life and death hidden in the tip of the pen, were constantly flashing with light at this time, and the stone tablet that was originally stored in the sea of ​​​​consciousness was also suspended in the side.

Liu Qinghuan was shocked, but he soon had no time to pay attention to the sudden appearance of the stone tablet, because not far above his head, there was a mandarin dove with half of its wings missing and shocking scars all over his body. Moreover, its eyes were closed tightly, and it seemed that it was still alive. Immerse yourself in the fantasy!

There was no time to think about why he woke up before the other person. If such a great opportunity was missed again, Liu Qinghuan felt that he would really be dead.

The cyan Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar bottle appeared in his hand in an instant, and a gray gas flew out from the mouth of the bottle!