Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan looked at the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand.

Life and death go back and forth endlessly, just like a wheel spinning without end. Life, death and reincarnation have always been connected together.

After three thousand years, I look back and realize that I am an old friend. Life is not the end, nor is death. There is great terror between life and death, so monks all hope to escape from life and death and transcend reincarnation.

Liu Qinghuan flicked the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen. Ever since he obtained this destined treasure, he had carried it with him every day and pondered it all the time.

A ray of light jumped up from the body of the pen and flicked on his fingertips, and the mysterious artistic conception of Tao slowly unfolded.

Just like the dewdrops and bubbles on the grass blades, they appear and disappear suddenly, and like the idle flowers and weeds in the mountains and forests, they flourish and fall. Time flows, the cycle of life and death, the way of reincarnation, there is life and death in the absence of life and death.

A flash of enlightenment flashed through him, he picked up the pen and put it down!

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I don’t know since when, the offensive and defensive momentum has been reversed.

The middle-aged male cultivator, who was aggressive at the beginning, hid in the realm created by his own Taoism and was unable to escape; while Liu Qinghuan, who was forced into a precarious situation at the beginning, now strongly turned against the guest.

The surging power of the five elements fills the heaven and earth. On one side is the mist of clouds. The mountains and rivers are hidden in the bright and dying clouds. Everything is beginning in the chaos, and the vicissitudes of life are swirling down.

On the other side, the endless darkness spread silently, and everything it passed was desolate. However, when it came into contact with this new world, it became extremely fierce and turned into a raging black tide.

A wave of annihilation, a wave of rebirth, a wave of unrest, another wave of rising, the sound of beating is like the rolling of thunder, constantly tearing apart the five-color glow.

It was just a contest between the two, and for a while no one could do anything about the other, and the situation was in a stalemate.

Compared to Liu Qinghuan, the middle-aged male cultivator was already filled with embarrassment and anger.

In the so-called battle between great avenues, in the current situation, he is obviously at a disadvantage. After all, the other party's cultivation level is a whole level lower than his!

At this moment, the middle-aged male cultivator suddenly felt a chill in his heart and suddenly turned his head to look.

The surging black tide seemed to suddenly become a little different. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore was loud, and the land built by the power of the five elements collapsed in large areas, returning to the colorful glow. The big waves rolled over, and then Disappear and annihilate.

The sound of "click" sounded, and this small world seemed to be collapsing at the very sight!

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned black as the bottom of a pot. When he raised his hand, two suns suddenly appeared in the sky.

The earth wheel fell to the ground and turned into a continuous ridge of mountains and rivers, towering over the sky and the earth, stabilizing the constantly trembling space.

The golden wheel shines in the sky, and the bright and blazing golden light blooms, driving the darkness back with great penetrating power.

The middle-aged male cultivator's heart changed, he suppressed his gloomy expression, flew up to the top of the mountain, and said loudly to Liu Qing outside: "Hahaha, it seems that your Tao is just mediocre. What kind of great cause and effect technique can you dare to exclude?" The second in the Three Thousand Avenues, it may not be much better than my Great Five Elements Technique!"

Across the sea, Liu Qinghuan's eyes left the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand, looked up, and then lowered his head indifferently.

From his writing, dots of light slowly flowed out, and a narrow, small and dilapidated wooden boat gradually emerged from the black tide...

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with nostalgia. He didn't expect that after many years, he could still see this wooden ship, which was extremely ordinary in the mortal world, but had special meaning to him.

When he transformed into a god, in order to merge with the Taoist realm, he sealed his memory and spiritual consciousness to enter the world and experience it, and for decades he served as a ferryman between the human world and the underworld.

The ferryman's job is to transport dead souls to reincarnation. Today, he understood the meaning of reincarnation in his heart, and this ship appeared naturally.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged male cultivator came again, but this time the conversation suddenly changed and became more serious.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that you are not one of my Qing Ming people. It is not easy to get to Qing Ming. You and I will fight to the death. In the end, both sides may suffer, and the treasure will be cheaper for others."

He looked pointedly into the distance. Over there was the direction of selflessness.

Hearing this, Liu Qinghuan finally had some reaction, but she just looked at him with a half-smile.

Isn't this person trying to sue for peace just because he can't fight Taoism?

But how can anything in the world be so cheap? If you want to fight, you can fight, but if you don’t want to fight, you can’t fight? hehe.

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan didn't seem to be tempted, the middle-aged male cultivator was secretly angry. He pinched his sleeves and said, "How about this, how about we share the spiritual liquid in the Shennong Cauldron equally and no one suffers a loss?"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed and he replied: "That's okay, but I also want the Shennong Cauldron."

The middle-aged male editor stared at the wooden boat that suddenly appeared suspiciously, but he couldn't detect anything unusual.

On the contrary, due to its weathering, the ship's body is covered with traces of time. Through the palm-wide cracks, one can even see the extremely simple interior.

Hearing Liu Qinghuan's reply, the middle-aged male cultivator smiled and said: "It's not impossible... So, my fellow Taoist is quite accomplished in alchemy?"

Liu Qinghuan did not answer him. He jumped onto the wooden boat with a slight jump, and skillfully picked up the two wooden oars that were gently placed on the side of the boat.

"Buzz~"

An extremely mysterious artistic conception spread out, the hull of the boat shook slightly, small waves suddenly appeared on the river, and the pure ink color gradually faded, turning into a turbid blood-yellow color.

The fishy wind blew by, and there was a faint sound of whining in the wind, as if the undead wandering around the city were murmuring, and it seemed as if

The souls of sinners being tortured and punished in the Ui Mo Meat Sauce Hell are sobbing incessantly, which can send chills down one's spine, giving rise to a sense of aversion for no reason.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows were lowered, and the aura around him also changed with the changes around him, as if he had gone back in time and returned to the ferryman who shuttled between the human world and the world of death all day long.

The middle-aged male cultivator was dumbfounded by such an unexpected change, and at the same time he was shocked in his heart. He sneered and said: "Very good, it seems that you are toasting instead of taking the penalty wine! Don't think that I can't help it..."

He waved his hand, and the powerful Five Elements Divine Wheel in the sky suddenly exploded. A blazing fireball fell from the sky, smashed into the long river below, and set off huge waves.

His face remained uncertain for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and a dark golden bone appeared on his hand.

The bone joint was only two inches long, and the bone looked extremely rough. As soon as it appeared, an extremely thick and arrogant aura spread out, silencing the boiling sea of ​​fire.

The middle-aged male cultivator showed a bit of struggle on his face, and then he became fierce and pressed the dark gold knuckle against his chest!

"Hmm~"

He groaned lowly, his face turned into gold paper in an instant, his body trembled violently, and his breath began to rise sharply!