Eternal Tranquility

The appearance of Hetu gave Liu Qinghuan a feeling that he was indeed here. If this person attacked at this time, he might have been watching from the side for a long time.

Unfortunate exclamations came from inside the mysterious ark. He Tu clung to the side of the ship and tore off the defensive cover. He was still unhurried when he was discovered. He raised his head and smiled sinisterly at Liu Qinghuan: "Be careful, the demon is here again."

There was a loud bang in the sky, and the thunder meter once again collided with the black cross coming from an angle. Amidst the lightning and thunder, the space suddenly sank inward, and a ripple visible to the naked eye spread out, tyrannically covering several square meters. Both the fog and the river water were cleared for hundreds of miles.

Every time they fight, it is a fierce collision of power, and also a battle of their own ways between Liu Qinghuan and the resentful demon.

The long fork was densely covered with twisted black lines, and when it was swung, there were many demonic shadows, resentment soaring into the sky, and all kinds of terrible illusions, like the flower of the pagoda, disappearing and disappearing, and then annihilated in the burst of thunder.

Even now, the other party still hasn't given up on dragging him into the abyss of hatred, and the soul attacks are all around him.

Every time they fight, there is a vicious murderous intention hidden behind them.

However, Liu Qinghuan didn't have the patience to fight with him any longer. As the extraditer, he couldn't ignore the fate. However, he saw the lightning ruler flashing all over his body turn slightly, and a thick purple thunder shot out from the top!

After forcing the demon back, Liu Qinghuan dodged and landed on the mysterious ark below, and struck back with a palm.

He Tu didn't expect that he could get rid of the demon so quickly. Even though the mysterious boat looked in tatters, it was actually an innate treasure-level treasure with an extremely solid defensive shield. Coupled with the light barrier of divine consciousness left by Liu Qinghuan, It's not that easy to break.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan turning around, Hetu shouted in annoyance, turned into a ball of black mist and flew away, then condensed into a human form in the distance and shouted:

"The extraditer, I advise you to stop struggling. Do you think you can defeat the two of us? It's better to do this. I still have some friendship with the demon resentful baby. You hand over the dead soul on the boat to me, and I will persuade him to let go. You leave."

Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and in mid-air, Heavenly Demon Resentful Infant and Hetu each occupied a side, both looking at him eagerly.

He smiled coldly, put away the thunder meter, and used the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen again: "Sorry, I am not interested in your proposal. In any case, I must cross the river today, and the dead soul must also cross it!"

He waved his sleeves, and pure cyan brilliance emerged, sweeping away all the dark and gloomy auras on his body. A breeze seemed to blow between heaven and earth, and a sense of awe rose into the sky, seeming to sweep away everything. All the filth is washed away.

Because the Tao of cultivation is the cycle of life and death, and he often deals with dead souls, Liu Qinghuan sometimes cannot be seen as a pure Taoist at all. At this moment, all the dark aura representing the path of death dissipated, leaving only the purest aura of purity.

Hetu looked around warily, feeling something bad: "What are you going to do... No, don't even think about it!"

He roared, and his figure suddenly turned into mist again.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the surging black mist and made the first stroke of the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in his hand, muttering: "I didn't want to use it at first... but now I have to use it."

The black mist screamed and rushed downwards. On the other side, the Demonic Resentment Infant also rushed towards him waving his long fork. Black threads of resentment filled most of the sky, trying to suppress the righteousness.

What greeted them was the roaring golden fire. The brilliant Yangshen virtual fire was as bright as the sun, making Hetu unable to get close.

Liu Qinghuan's expression was stern, and all his magic power poured into the Qianqiu Samsara Pen. He wrote the second and third strokes based on the Taoist foundation he had practiced hard day and night for more than a thousand years...

The Qianqiu Samsara Pen requires a lot of power every time it is written. When writing the enemy's real name, it can obliterate it. However, most real names are complicated, so Liu Qinghuan rarely writes words with the Qianqiu Samsara Pen.

However, at this moment, he was writing strokes one by one, and there were several horizontal and vertical strokes in succession, but there was no effort on his face, as if the Qianqiu Samsara Brush was just an ordinary brush, and the foundation of the Dao he had cultivated was the foundation.

Wei Xing, who was hiding in the mysterious ark, wished he could hide himself. The sense of awe rising from the depths of his soul made him unable to even lift his head, and he could only hold the board of the ship shaking like chaff.

The sun sets over the long river, drums sound at dusk and bells sound in the morning. There seems to be bells ringing softly above the maze, and the word "Jing" with a bright green light leaps out...

Liu Qinghuan's vision was far-reaching. When he was promoted to the empty rank, he created a follow-up cultivation method "Qingxu Jingjie" based on the "Zuowang Sutra" that was suitable for him. For many years after that, he has been thinking about the results of this method. The supernatural power of life.

It's just that it's extremely difficult to create your own mind method. It's even more difficult to have an attached spell for each level like the "Zuo Forgetting Immortality Sutra". It wasn't until he reached the Yangshen realm that he finally used the mind method as the basis and combined it with his own. The treasure of destiny created a technique named "Pure Annihilation Technique".

The cycle of life and death only happens in an instant;

The pure destruction of heaven and earth is just a thought.

As soon as the word "Jing" came out, the world became silent. He Tu and Tianmo Yingying, who were approaching, seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying and ran away at an extremely fast speed.

The next moment, the word "Jing" suddenly shattered, and the green light, which was purer than the sky after the rain, surged out like a tide. In a few breaths, it filled the entire world!

"Ahhhh~"

He Tu screamed and ran away crazily, but the blue light spread over him, and his body made of black mist was illuminated to every detail, revealing a bare skeleton, which soon became more and more transparent in the blue light.

The situation of the demon infant on the other side was a little better than him, but his whole body suddenly ignited with blazing blue flames, and every scale and armor was burned. The long fork in his hand could not maintain its shape, and soon turned into black threads of resentment again. .

It looked up to the sky and howled, probably because it felt it had nowhere to escape, so it turned back with its teeth and claws bared, hoping to fight to the death.

Liu Qinghuan sneered, and dropped the Qianqiu Samsara pen in his hand again. After a few strokes, the word "annihilation" appeared again, and the tip of the pen flew out with a flick of the pen.

The Devil's Resentment Baby exploded with a "boom", and all the lingering resentment melted away like the first snow under the scorching sun, and finally disappeared without a trace...

The green light all over the sky gradually turns into floating clouds. Willow trees stand in the clear welcome to the wind, surrounded by green clouds, floating as if they are immortals. As far as the eye can see, the sky is blue and the water is pure, and there is no trace of haze anywhere.

The maze river flows quietly under the feet, and the previously hidden shore of Huitou also appears again, but the scenery is completely different from before, becoming a series of mountains.

Xuanzhou started to move forward without any need for control, crossing several mountains and turning a few turns, but it slowly moved towards the shore, where there was a long-deserted ferry.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and said calmly: "Unfortunately, you're here."

There have been a lot of posts on the home page these days, but the author has been too stuck recently. It takes twice as long to write a chapter as before. I can’t do it even if I want to update more. I can only try my best to ensure continuous updates. I’m sorry.