Eternal Tranquility

The bustling world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is all for profit. If you peel off the cover-up on the surface of many things, you will find in the end that interests are actually driving it behind the scenes.

The demon cultivator's eyes wandered over him and said, "...could it be that you have some secret that even Mahayana cultivators care about?"

At this moment, Liu Qinghuan's heart was filled with murderous intent!

He smiled slightly and said: "That's why you came here to stop me, and there were three of you here. You really think highly of me."

"Hmph!" The other party looked sinister, and suddenly raised his hand, and saw large plumes of thick smoke pouring out of the surrounding jungle. The man behind Liu Qinghuan stepped back, and his figure quickly disappeared into the thick smoke. .

"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. What's more, we have been tracking you for many years, and your strength seems to have never been defeated among people of the same level?"

The female master, who had been standing silently on the other side, slightly raised her sharp chin, and tiny sparks exploded from her lowered fingertips, falling to the ground, and the green vegetation instantly burned.

Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled slightly, but on his face he just turned his eyes casually, as if he didn't care that the thick smoke had spread to his feet: "Then how dare you come to the door? Do you think that three people can defeat me?"

The demon cultivator showed a contemptuous smile: "That's because all you have encountered are crooked melons and bad dates. How can you compare with me? I advise you not to struggle. As long as you follow us back obediently, or let us search Soul, maybe I can spare your life.”

Liu Qinghuan's expression gradually became cold and serious, and he said unmoved: "I don't know what secrets I have, why don't you explain it to me first?"

"It seems you don't want to talk anymore!" The other party's face turned gloomy, he paused, and suddenly he stamped his feet and jumped up like a hungry wolf. An illusory and agile shadow suddenly appeared behind his head, like a rabbit. The ears were generally long and pointed, but extremely ferocious. In the blink of an eye, they submerged into his body, and the demonic cultivator turned around and disappeared out of thin air.

"When it falls into our hands, you can explain it slowly!"

Liu Qinghuan stepped back, and the thunder meter in his hand crackled and a circle of lightning exploded, like ripples, turning the area several feet around him into a field of thunder.

But there was a loud "bang" sound, and a bolt of thunder seemed to have hit something, exploding into a pool of broken light.

Liu Qinghuan's body flashed, and the thunder ruler hit that place like a shadow. He saw the figure of the Jian clan demon cultivator emerging, and he grabbed one end of the long ruler with his bare hands!

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but sneered, and the green gold light was strong. The next moment, he was suddenly stunned. He was surprised to find that the thunder meter had not moved at all. Not only could he not withdraw it, he was also at a disadvantage in the contest with the opponent's strength. The magic weapon had The danger of being taken away.

After cultivating the immortal body and refining countless stone and wood crystals, this was the first time that he felt that the power of the person he was fighting was actually stronger than him!

"I heard that you are also an individual cultivator?" The Yao Clan demon cultivator deliberately brought his head over and said with a ferocious smile: "You human cultivators are born with weak physical bodies. No matter how hard you practice, you will not achieve any results. I will let you do it today. See what the true divine bloodline is!"

He shouted loudly, and the power coming from his hands became stronger and stronger. Although the thunder ruler continued to explode with thick lightning, it was like scratching an itch and could not do anything to the opponent. Instead, the body of the ruler began to bend from the middle.

Amidst the sound of "click, click, click", as if deliberately showing off, showing off the powerful power contained in his bloodline, the Jie clan demon cultivator pinched a top-quality innate spiritual treasure with his bare hands until cracks spread, and he was about to be broken into two pieces.

Liu Qinghuan held the other end of the thunder ruler, feeling a bit shocked.

Legend has it that one jian can fight three dragons and two dragons. This ancient mythical beast can fight several real dragons at the same time without losing.

It seems that even though the bloodline has been weakened from generation to generation, the divine power is real, and it is indeed incomparable to relying on external cultivation.

However, since he couldn't compete in terms of strength, why did he have to fight with the opponent?

He abandoned the thunder meter very simply, and when the opponent suddenly lost his balance, he retreated dozens of feet away and disappeared into the surrounding smoke.

This thick smoke seems to be quite different from ordinary fog, like the embers that have not dispersed after the fire is extinguished, with small particles floating in it.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, caught one and twisted it. The thing exploded suddenly and turned into a wisp of hot red flame, burning his finger with a black spot!

He quickly threw it out, and with a flash of thought, he took out the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen.

The good ones don't come, and the ones who come are not good. The other party comes prepared. Even if his face is as calm as clouds and wind, he knows that today's test is not easy.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and a white light suddenly shined in his left eye. He turned around, the sword light flashed on the tip of the Qianqiu Samsara Pen, and the cold sword light flew out!

The thick smoke was cut open, and the demon cultivator who had previously hidden in it silently touched behind him at some point. When he saw the sword light flying towards him, he thought of the arm he had lost before and quickly retreated cautiously to avoid it.

Liu Qinghuan sneered secretly. There was no room for him to run away again. This person was the weakest among the three. Naturally, if he could deal with one of them first, he would be less of a threat.

He pointed out and used the immobilization technique to immobilize the person, and then, under the horrified gaze of the other person, he took his life with lightning speed.

"ah……"

A ball of soul that looked like a shapeless liquid howled miserably and emerged from his body. Liu Qinghuan wanted to kill them all, but before he could take action, the opponent melted quickly like ice and snow, and instantly disappeared into the thick smoke. .

The smoke was billowing, and the demon cultivator of the Jian tribe had come looking for the sound. Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment, then stepped out, and in the blink of an eye he was hundreds of feet away.

The enemy is strong, so you need to temporarily avoid its front and open up a larger space to have a detour.

But with a roar, a red-black fire suddenly rose, instantly turning the dense jungle below into nothing, and forming a wall of fire that stretched to the sky, completely sealing off the area.

Extremely intense heat suddenly hit him, and through the rolling but translucent wall of fire, everything on the opposite side curled up and became unreal.

Liu Qinghuan stopped, thought about it for a moment and looked back, and saw the female master in the distance looking up at him with a pale face, staring at him expressionlessly. The ground beneath her body had turned into cracked and scorched earth.

"Jie Jie Jie!" The Jie clan demon cultivator had already caught up with him. He was in front of him in a weird posture in a blink of an eye. The fangs protruding from his lips seemed to become even longer, and he rushed over again without saying a word.

The phantom of the demon beast that appeared before jumped out of his body first, blocking all directions like a shadow in the sky, leaving people with nowhere to escape.

Liu Qinghuan had a stern look on his face. The phantom was a magic form cultivated by monks and had great magic power. Then he raised his head and let out a long roar like a lion or a deer, and the power of the mythical beast spread out that made people tremble. .

There was a buzz in his head, and Liu Qinghuan's slender body seemed to be pressed by a huge mountain on his shoulders, becoming stagnant and stiff.

"Hahaha, let's see where you are going, just let me search for your soul!"

The Jian clan demon cultivator showed a complacent expression and grabbed him with his big palm, intending to capture him alive!