Eternal Tranquility

"boom!"

There were two loud noises in a row, and as the ink characters in the air exploded, the armadillos hidden among the monster beasts also exploded into millions of pieces, without even having time to scream.

Hu Si raised his head blankly and looked at the place where the sound came from, and then his pupils shrank suddenly!

Armadillo is a sixth-level demon cultivator. Suddenly, without any warning, his body was shattered into pieces and his soul was extinguished. This...

He was shocked in his heart. When he looked at Liu Qinghuan, who was still standing in mid-air with an air of immortality, he felt like his two limbs were trembling, and he just wanted to kneel down to express all his surrender.

Especially the pen in his hand, even though it had dimmed its brilliance at this time, it was really terrifying just to kill him cleanly and neatly after writing just one word!

A suffocating silence quickly swept across the entire mountain. Even the wind seemed to have stopped. The fog in the sky was dark and heavy, as if it was about to fall down the next moment.

The menacing giant scorpion on the opposite hilltop suddenly seemed to turn into a silent black stone.

"Woo~"

A pitiful beast cry suddenly sounded, and the group of monster beasts that had lost their control quickly fell into chaos. The aura of the Chongming Bird and the high-level monks pressed on them like a mountain again, and each one of them whimpered and trembled, trying to escape.

The defeat soon got out of control, and the mountains and plains were filled with monsters fleeing in panic.

Hu Si's eyes lit up and he ran over and said excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Qinglin, are you just going to let them escape like this? Why don't you catch some and bring them back and use them to clear the way when you confront others in the future."

Liu Qinghuan fell to the ground and said calmly: "If you want it, just go and get it."

Hu Si rubbed his head and smiled. He actually knew that Liu Qinghuan didn't like this, but he had to ask if he dared to do it.

After receiving permission, Hu Si led his remaining men to catch up, shouting loudly while driving away the monsters.

In the midst of this chaos, the hilltop on the opposite side had become empty for some time. Apparently, the giant scorpion was shocked by Liu Qinghuan's thunderous blow and killed the armadillo. gone.

It wasn't until he was sure that the other party had completely disappeared that Liu Qinghuan coughed violently. His breath quickly weakened, and a layer of flush quickly appeared on his face. His hands in the wide sleeves of his robe were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen.

After taking two pills in succession, his complexion improved and his disordered internal breathing calmed down a bit.

Sure enough, he was still too reluctant. When he wrote the third piece, he felt that it was unsustainable. Halfway through, he almost lost all his efforts.

Fortunately, the text in Zhuoyuan is still in its primitive stage. Unlike other interfaces, everyone's name has at least two to three characters.

There are very few closed and special places like Zhuoyuan, and probably no one has come to tell the demon cultivators here about the importance of real names as a medium to connect the cultivators' souls.

He looked at the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand. As his aura returned to the stage of divine transformation, the spiritual patterns that had been unlocked resurfaced and the pen body was sealed again.

Thoughts flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes. Currently, there are two attack methods for the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen that he has explored. One is to use the enemy's essence and blood as ink to reproduce his past grievances and sins, repaying injustice with injustice and revenge with hatred. .

The second one was what he tried today, writing down the opponent's real name and erasing it with one stroke, regardless of merit or demerit.

It sounds extremely scary, but both methods have their limitations.

First of all, it is not easy to get the opponent's essence, blood and real name. Monks pay great attention to their body, hair and skin, not to mention the essence and blood.

In addition, if the first type cannot drag the opponent into liquidation, then all the injustice will come back to him.

The second most difficult part is that every stroke written by the Qianqiu Samsara Pen requires a lot of magic power. He can write up to three strokes now. Even if he knows the real name, he can't kill anyone he wants.

In conclusion, the quality of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen is too high. One horizontal stroke and one vertical stroke determine life and death, and one stroke and one stroke write reincarnation. It is so powerful that he cannot fully control it with his current cultivation level.

Putting away the pen, Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw that the hordes of monster beasts all over the mountains and plains had fled and were dead. Only Chu Yi was still by his side, and he couldn't help but smile.

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly became stern!

"come out!"

What was activated at the same time as He Wen was the Fusheng Sword that slashed out instantly!

"boom!"

Rocks collapsed and dust flew into the sky. Two figures sprang out from a hill on the left, spun around in the air a few times, and landed not far away together.

Liu Qinghuan's face darkened when he saw the two people who suddenly appeared, one tall and one short. The taller one looked to be in his thirties or forties, and his aura was as majestic as an iron tower. The short man is much younger and has a handsome appearance. He rests his hand on the tall man's arm.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flickered and fell directly on the young man.

He was a cultivator, but his cultivation level could not be seen. He was so weak that he could not even stand firmly, but he was still wearing an extremely heavy black robe, and his face was blue and white.

The black energy lingering between his brows was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled, his energy was weak, and his body was seriously injured.

However, even so, the other party still had a calm and confident aura, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Fellow Taoist, can you still fight?"

The common language of the world, with straight words and a clear accent, without a hint of Zhuoyuannei's accent.

Liu Qinghuan calmly took back the Fusheng Sword: "So what if you can fight, what if you can't fight?"

"If you can fight, then you have a fight with my servant. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose..." He patted the tall man's arm that was supporting him: "Then I can only force you to follow me. Take a trip."

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Are you sure that I don't have the strength to fight?"

The young male cultivator lowered his head and coughed a few times. He coughed until his face turned red and his breath became weaker. However, he still said with a smile on his face: "How could it be possible? My fellow Taoist cultivation is unfathomable and he has a huge treasure. Where can I go?" I won’t be able to fight, but..."

He changed the subject and added: "You won't die if you try. We are not those timid scorpions who run away with their tails between their legs after being frightened."

It seemed that this man had been watching the battle for a long time. Liu Qinghuan nodded casually. A white net suddenly appeared in his left eye, while his right eye was as black as a deep abyss.

The two people on the opposite side immediately looked tense. The tall man took a step and blocked the young male cultivator behind him, making a gesture of accepting the challenge.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly laughed: "You are indeed very courageous, but why should I fight with your strong spiritual beast? Why should I fight you directly with a person whose life span has been cut off, whose body is about to collapse, and whose soul is not intact?" not cheap?"

White light flashed in his eyes, and he added: "You were knocked down from Qingmingtian, that's why you were so seriously injured. And the reason why you can survive until now is because of the relationship with the one behind you. The spirit beast has established a contract, and if he dies, you must die too!"

The young male cultivator's face changed suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he showed an arrogant aura only seen by those who have been in power for a long time.

He was rubbing a yellow jade pendant in his hand, a golden bell-like cover flipped down, and sneered: "So what! If you want to fight me, fine, you can come over and give me a try, see if you can break me This thin layer of protection!”