Eternal Tranquility

Although Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng said sarcastic words, their faces looked calm and clear, but in fact their heartstrings were extremely tight.

Hundreds of years have passed since the interface war initiated by the Yin Yue Blood Realm. In that war, the interfaces of both sides suffered extremely serious damage. Although Yun Mengze narrowly won in the end, it was the sacrifice of countless monks who exchanged their blood, tears and lives for the war. of.

Judging from the post-war period, Liu Qinghuan did play a big role in some key nodes. For example, he opened the ghost gate of the Innate Ghost Peach Tree to connect to the Nether World and caused trouble to the Yin and Moon Blood Realm. Later, he also participated in the refining of the Sealing Talisman.

So it seemed reasonable that Yao Jiu would put the blame on him, and now that he had made up his mind to retaliate against him and trapped them in this world, this battle was inevitable.

And Yao Xie's cultivation level is a whole level higher than theirs. Although Liu and Yun both have the strength to fight across levels, facing such a huge gap, the situation is still not optimistic.

The two exchanged glances, Yun Zheng's eyes drifted to the side, and Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other party's plan.

He immediately resorted to the intimidation technique attached to the "Zuo Forgetting Immortality Sutra", raised his cultivation level to the Yang Reality Realm, and began to forcibly remove the second seal of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen.

A thick blood-yellow halo floats from the pen. If one layer is wiped off, a stream of light will sway out and fall on the ground and turn into a river. The surging river water is surging, and the waves make the sound of cracking the bank, as if in pain. People were screaming in despair.

The river separates each other into two ends, and the water mist on the river gradually blocks the view.

The vain fake smile on Yao Xie's face disappeared, and his figure gradually faded away with a sinister look in his eyes. The old man who finally took care of his broken arm took a step forward, while Yao Jiu quickly stepped back with self-awareness, not daring to do anything. Stop for half a minute.

Yunzheng didn't make any moves, he just shot straight into the sky with his sword intent, pushing aside the clouds and mist to see the sun. His whole body was like a sword without its scabbard, filled with coldness and arrogance.

As if waiting for something, the world is filled with suffocating will and coercion. Even before the actual action has been taken, a contest has begun silently. The Taoist intentions of each person are clashing invisibly, stirring up the air. There were layers of ripples, and the roaring sound was like muffled thunder hidden behind the clouds, growing louder and louder.

The next moment, the black sun in the sky suddenly flashed, and the blazing light suddenly burst out. The whole world seemed to be ignited, flames burst out, and it instantly turned into boundless purgatory!

Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can still feel the scorching temperature beating on your eyelids, and your skin will make a sizzling sound when it rubs against the clothes, and it will crack and break with just a little external force.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes. As the last layer of blood-yellow halo dispersed, the Qianqiu Samsara Pen obviously changed. The black pen body was coated with the vicissitudes of time and luxurious Xuan Purple, and the original white pen was also mixed with... One, two, three, a total of three gold threads.

He raised his hand and stroked the pen, and the river on the ground also drew a beautiful arc and flew up to the sky. The icy-cold river water poured down like a heavy rain. Wherever it passed, the trees were withered and the grass was destroyed, life was cut off, and there was silence. The breath swept across the desolate land like a strong wind, extinguishing the fires that poured into the sky one by one.

Jie Jie's weird laughter came from the air, and the black sun swelled again. Large balls of flames whizzed down like burning meteorites, and horns and scales protruded from them, and a thick body like a long snake snaked. It swam in a meandering way, and with a long and earth-shattering roar, the huge and ferocious black dragon head finally revealed its true face, and the might of the dragon shocked the soul!

"Real dragon?" Yun Zheng said in shock: "This dragon's power...can't be a real dragon!"

The image of the dragon often appears in sculptures, papers and other places. At that time, a dragon with dragon blood even appeared under the ground in the Eastern Wasteland. Evil dragons are not uncommon, and many spells can even simulate the shape of a dragon. , but it can be said that few people in the world have seen a real dragon with their own eyes.

Yun Zheng composed himself and then denied: "Impossible. How can we control the real dragon with our cultivation level?"

Liu Qinghuan waved the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, and huge waves flew up one after another, submerging the huge flames that fell from above. He took the time to reply: "It's not wrong to say it is a real dragon. Have you forgotten the legend about the sun's candle? It is the incarnation of Yang in Yin and Yang, and is also called a holy beast. It is said that it can transform all the divine beasts and fierce beasts in the world. The real Sun Zhuzhao no longer exists in the world, but the Yao family may have passed it down through blood. , must have created some kind of magical power."

At this time, the black dragon had circled in the sky majestically. After careful inspection, it was discovered that the hair on its head was fiery red, exactly the same color as Yao Xie's hair... It flicked its strong dragon tail, Dive down!

Yun Zheng suddenly laughed proudly: "Okay, then let me meet this real dragon!"

As he said that, the shocking sword intent reached an extreme level in an instant, and frost marks appeared out of thin air around his body, like a blue-white ice lotus blooming in the void, wrapping Yun Zheng's body, and people were stunned. The swords merge into one and soar into the sky!

The black dragon in the sky snorted, as if mocking Yun Zheng's overestimation of his own abilities, waved his claws carelessly, opened his bloody mouth, and spit out a mouthful of hot dragon breath.

The ice lotus suddenly exploded, and thousands of lotus petals turned into thousands of sword lights and shot out, tyrannically dissipating the splashing flames, revealing a sky-blue cloud-white sword intention, tracing a beautiful trajectory around it. He opened the front of the dragon's head and hit the dragon's neck squarely!

Hold the sword one day, practice the sword every day, and master the sword every year. The way of the sword is the best!

Nothing is left uncut, nothing is left unbroken!

Sword cultivators must not only judge their strength based on their realm. Most of their cultivation is concentrated on the sword that is connected to their soul. The sword can destroy people and kill them.

And Yunzheng has harmoniously integrated his spiritual roots, physique and sword, and has already developed his own way of swordsmanship. Even when facing an opponent far higher than himself, he still dares to use the sword!

"boom!"

The next moment, Yao Xie learned a lesson for his arrogance and carelessness. Han Che's extremely sharp sword light whirled past the side of his neck with a tricky angle and fierce momentum. Steaming blood immediately spurted out.

"Ouch~"

The black dragon felt pain and shook its head suddenly. While shrinking its scales, the dragon's claws roared out. However, the sword light was agile and ethereal. It left as soon as it touched. In an instant, it was dozens of feet away. After landing, it changed again. Back to Yunzheng himself.

"Hahaha!" Yun Zheng couldn't help but laugh loudly, and was very proud after he succeeded: "Don't think that there is nothing I can do if you turn into a big insect...!"

He suddenly turned around, and the sword in his hand slashed towards nowhere behind him at lightning speed!

"ah!"

There was a scream, but the old man with a broken arm tried his old trick to make a surprise attack, but was seen through again, but this time his luck was not so good, and the ice-blue sword went directly through his chest.

Yun Zheng slapped his Tianling with his other hand and sneered: "You still want to kill me? Die!"

Just because of his delay, the black dragon had already chased after him, an evil meaning flashed in his bulging eyes...