Eternal Tranquility

With a "boom", the giant beast fell to the ground, and one of its eye sockets had turned into a huge blood hole, which penetrated to the back of its head, with red and white dripping all over the ground.

Liu Qinghuan knelt on the ground and gasped deeply. The intense aftertaste of the previous moment was still running through his body. However, the powerful power brought by the majestic aura generated by the stone wood was receding quickly like a tide, leaving nothing behind. The next trace of fatigue and weakness after losing strength.

The corpse of the giant beast lay beside him, with the remaining eye looking at the sky aimlessly. This demon cultivator from the world of all spirits probably never thought that he would die at the hands of a monk whose cultivation level was one level lower than his own.

The Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Vase, Xuantian's most precious treasure, had helped Liu Qinghuan escape from dangerous situations and survive many times since it came into his hands. Therefore, Yi Lao died under the towering aura transformed from the Wanmu Vase. It's not unfair.

However, the process of surviving a desperate situation is too difficult! Every time, Liu Qinghuan seemed to be walking on the edge of death. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss and be shattered into pieces.

There was a soft cracking sound, and the thunder pole was magnetized into fine black gravel and slipped from his sleeves. He suddenly looked up, only to find that the thunder that had been hitting uninterruptedly since unknown time had stopped, and there were dark clouds in the sky. The heavy, whining sound of the wind occupied the surrounding areas, and the earth was empty, making people feel a sense of sadness for no reason.

"The catastrophe is over?"

This is of course impossible. Since this desolate world is still there, it means that his Taoist calamity is not over yet, but he doesn't know what will be waiting for him next.

Glancing at the corpse of the giant beast next to him, Liu Qinghuan gasped heavily and climbed up from the ground, his eyes accidentally falling on the inside of his spread arms.

Something clicked in his mind: There was a less obvious sword-shaped mark there.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. He heard that some demon cultivators admired the power of the true body and did not like to put magical weapons into the Najie or Dantian. Instead, they hid them in flesh and blood and used their bodies to nourish the weapons. He did not know if this was true.

He traced his fingertips and cut along the sword-shaped mark on the inner side of the opponent's arm. He saw a sharp light suddenly fly out from the opponent's flesh, and the sound of thousands of swords suddenly sounded in his ears. There seemed to be countless swords in front of him. The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, and the cold intention are coming!

Liu Qinghuan's face changed slightly, and he shouted: "How presumptuous!" His hand was shrouded in green gold light and he slapped it with his palm. Hearing a "clang" sound, all the visions disappeared, and a small sword about three inches long was slapped down. land.

The sword still wanted to run away, like a smart fish drawing a graceful arc. The next moment, it was caught in his hand. It kept struggling and twisting, and the extremely sharp sword energy cut his hand deep. Bloody mouth.

Liu Qinghuan hissed softly, and squeezed hard with his five fingers, crushing all the sword light. However, the opponent still refused to give in. The sword body exuded a cold chill like white mist, and it cut and slashed back and forth densely. A thick green-gold light opened up, drawing tiny bloody openings on his fingers.

"This is……"

The blade of this sword is quite long, but so narrow that it is only half a finger-width apart. It has no handle, and its whole body is like a freshly broken ice blade, glowing with a faint blood color, as if it can split the world with just one stroke.

Liu Qinghuan's face was filled with joy: "What a sword!"

The blade of the sword showed signs of being refined again. He recalled the previous words from those demon cultivators from the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm that Elder Yi had obtained a rare treasure, but had never succeeded in refining it. He thought it was it.

He was worried that the Fusheng Sword transformed from the Sword of Life and Death was not sharp enough, so this sword was delivered to his door. It was very, very good!

Liu Qinghuan looked at it again with satisfaction, and temporarily put it into the Najie. Unexpectedly, as soon as it was put into the Najie, the sword flew away angrily, smashing several pill bottles and bottles and pills placed there. !

If he hadn't withdrawn his consciousness a little slowly and happened to catch a glimpse of this scene, I'm afraid that when he looked for Najie next time, everything inside would have been turned into pieces.

Quickly taking it out before the other party could cause further damage, Liu Qinghuan frowned and said, "It seems that the sword spirit in the sword is very unwilling to be convinced. No wonder Mr. Yi didn't succeed in the sacrifice."

The sword in his hand was still struggling. He was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he tried to bring it closer to the inside of his arm. As expected, the sword got into his flesh and stopped moving.

Liu Qinghuan's expression became a little strange. He looked at the sword-shaped mark that had just appeared and fell into thinking. Fortunately, the sword finally stayed there and did not move any more.

"Forget it, I'll deal with you later, but I don't have time now."

He did not forget that he was going through a Tao tribulation, although there had been no movement during this tribulation for a long time, and even the thick dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

He stood alone in the wilderness, thousands of miles away from the plains, but not even a blade of grass could be seen, except for stones and wind, as if he was the only one left in the world.

The Tao Tribulation is extraordinary. This wasteland is not just an illusion, and of course it is not absolutely real. Perhaps the world is self-generated within the size of the heart, and the realm of Tao is endless.

The so-called unity of heaven and man is to integrate one's own way with the way of heaven and truly use the laws of heaven and earth. Everything starts from this Dao tribulation in the promotion and integration stage.

That's why he suddenly had an enlightenment and cut off the old man's vitality by cutting off the thread that represents the law of life and death. Before that, although he had spread the web of life many times, he had never been able to cut it off.

Stepping into the wasteland, Liu Qinghuan didn't know what he should be looking for to survive this catastrophe, but he had a feeling that he had to keep moving forward, and he would eventually face the final test.

However, after walking for three days, the wasteland is still the same wasteland, and the surrounding scenery has not changed at all.

Liu Qinghuan almost suspected that he was treading on the same spot, but judging from the subtle differences in the distribution of stones on the ground, he was indeed walking forward.

Time seemed to have stopped, the sky was always gloomy, and the sun and moon seemed to have forgotten this world and would never come again.

One day, two days...

One month, two months...

One year, two years...

Liu Qinghuan followed the instinct and walked forward. Whenever he wanted to stop, there seemed to be a voice in his ears saying don't stop, so he continued walking, forgetting his purpose.

Gradually, gray mist filled the air, covering the sky and submerging the earth. He seemed to be walking in chaos, his eyes dull, like a walking corpse that had lost its soul, and the light of his soul was getting weaker and weaker.

The mist was rolling, and a sinister laughter could be heard faintly.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was an instant, maybe it was a hundred years, the chaos finally changed, and a path separated the fog. When Liu Qinghuan stepped on the end of the road, he was suddenly awakened by a loud shout in his sleep!

A moment later, a look of fear appeared on his face, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He looked back at the billowing gray mist behind him, filled with fear.

Before he could figure out why he was afraid, he heard a scolding sound coming from the front, and a woman in gorgeous palace clothes came out: "You're taking so long, come here quickly!"