Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1027
Several cracks opened in the sky, red and black flames poured down like heavy rain, and the overbearing heat wave swept to all directions, its power was like burning mountains and boiling seas, and the fine gold and stubborn iron also melted into paste in an instant.

On this side, there is a vast ocean of water, and the chilling and gloomy aura overflows and flows, which is in stark contrast to the rushing waves of fire. It is like two heavens of water and fire, vying for the control of this world. right.

One side is full of moisture, and the other side is billowing with heat waves. Sometimes it feels like being in the cold winter, and sometimes it looks like falling into a fire pit. The momentum is huge and the waves are spectacular.

Standing on the black wooden boat, Liu Qinghuan was shocked inwardly. The female demon is worthy of being a ghost that can cause droughts from the sky, and the fire she manipulates is called the Burning Extreme Flame. It was also the reason why he hadn't forced his way through the firewall before.

The terrifying enthusiasm became more and more violent as the female demon approached, and it actually forced his Dao Realm to gradually retreat, as if he was invincible.

Liu Qinghuan lifted the pen and lightly hooked it, and the blood-yellow river turned into turbulent waves, and as soon as it met the flames, a torrent of mist arose.

It's just that if this goes on, it can't fundamentally solve the problem. Seeing this situation, the nun seems to have seen the dawn of victory, and her original desire to escape quickly turned into greed for immortal treasures.

The already riddled sky had deeper cracks, as if it wanted to burn the world into ashes, large groups of burning flames rolled out, smashing the Styx River below to the verge of severing.

And the figure of the girl who was bathed in the fire rain raised her figure a few feet, raised her head to the sky and roared, and the boiling flames rose a little bit, taking a step forward, the sea of ​​fire also pushed forward several feet.

Liu Qinghuan watched the other party become rampant with cold eyes, the Qianqiu reincarnation pen in his hand was slowly raised, and the magic power of his whole body poured into the pen like a flood.

I saw the golden lines on the ink-black pen on the altar of the Forgotten City that day, which were bestowed by heaven and plated on it, suddenly bursting with dazzling brilliance, just like the sky light bursting from the horizon at dawn!
The next moment, the Nether River, which had receded to its feet, suddenly stopped surging. The blood-yellow river water gradually became as black as ink.

Like a traveler shivering in the wind, the heat from his whole body has been blown away.

The surrounding temperature cooled down again, and the female demon who was rushing forward with great interest suddenly stopped, her face was cloudy and cloudy for a moment, then she turned around and then backed away, her figure was submerged by the wildly dancing flames.

There was a sneer at the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and with a flick of his shining pen, a bit of sword intent flew down like starlight, and in an instant it turned into a thick and broad sword, returning to the original and the ultimate sword intent

Come out majestic!

As the sword light passed by, the water surged and the flames emptied, but there was no sign of Nuba.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, she searched with her spiritual sense, but still couldn't find the other party, as if the other party had quietly disappeared.

He turned his eyes suspiciously, and suddenly there was a strange fluctuation from his spiritual consciousness, a faint red shadow flashed past, rushing towards his direction!
"Humph!"

Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other party's plan. According to the rumors, the female demon was transformed from a part of the divine beast Ji, and she was born with the supernatural power to take other people's bodies for her own use.

However, what Liu Qinghuan is not afraid of the most is a contest of spirit and soul. This time, the other party is afraid that he will hit the iron plate.While the thoughts were turning, the spiritual consciousness had turned into a big semi-solid palm, and he grasped the red shadow that was rushing towards him, and then grasped it in the palm of his hand.

The red shadow struggled desperately, constantly changing its shape and rushing left and right, but it couldn't break free from the strong palm of the divine sense.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, the other party turned into a woman again, showing a pitiful look, begging: "I was wrong, fellow daoist, please let me go..."

Liu Qinghuan had already lost patience, she was not willing to listen to her excuses anymore, she grabbed her by the neck, piercing into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness like a sharp sword with her tyrannical consciousness...

After a few breaths, Liu Qinghuan let go of his hand, and the wrinkles between his brows smoothed out a lot.

From the memory of the female demon, it is known that the demon cultivator of the Yu tribe, Naijiu's closest attendant, has been by his side all the time.This time the three of them traveled all the way to find Yunmengze, but he was actually the only one who suspected that the treasure was in Liu Qinghuan's body. After learning that he had returned to Yunmengze, he asked the other two to go with him on the grounds of tracking down the trail of the dove. come over.

In other words, the nun and the other person didn't know about the fairy treasure at the beginning, and everything was done by the demon cultivators of the Yu clan.

Liu Qinghuan secretly decided that at least the matter of the fairy treasure was still very secret and had not been leaked out.But... even if there are still people who are suspicious, it is something beyond his control.

He felt quite helpless. So far, the incidents caused by Wanmu Zhengrong's nectar bottle have never stopped. He originally thought that he would be able to rest easy after killing the dove, but then someone suspected him again.Although it is still a chain reaction caused by that guy, but if there is one, there may be a second one. It is really hard to say whether someone will come to the door in the future.

Well, in fact, in the final analysis, his strength is still not up to the point of preserving the Xuantian Supreme Treasure. If he wants to do it once and for all, unless his cultivation reaches the Mahayana realm, he can only passively wait for others to come to him.

Looking at the ghost in his hand that was sluggish after being forcibly searched for his soul, Liu Qinghuan couldn't show any compassion, so he shook his hand hard!
The rain of fire that filled the sky had already stopped, and the tumbling flames also gradually receded due to the death of the master, and were completely extinguished by the pressure of the black Nether River.

Withdrew to the Dao Realm and returned to the land of the Eastern Desolation. Although the previous fierce battle was carried out in the isolated Divine Passage Realm, it still affected the external environment.The originally lush jungle has turned into scorched earth, and there are traces of severe drought everywhere. It will take an unknown number of years before vegetation will grow again.

Liu Qinghuan shot repeatedly, his body's spiritual power was exhausted, and he felt deeply exhausted, but he couldn't stop to rest because of the long delay and the fact that there was still business waiting for him to do.

He took out a Dharma boat, recruited Fu Bao and Xiao Hei, and asked them to sail the boat, while he took the time to adjust his breath.

The two spirit beasts seemed to have long been used to Liu Qinghuan repelling the enemy, they only asked a few words of concern, and obediently stopped disturbing him.

The rest of the journey went quite smoothly. The Dharma boat soon arrived at the Immortal City at the foot of Qianye Mountain, and was transported to the Immortal Cauldron City in the Ten Thousand Dendrobium Realm through the Dharma circle. After several rounds, it finally arrived at the Qingzhi Desolate Island a few days later.

With the token given by Tongzhen in hand, the attitude of those green gooseberry troops guarding the fairy root banyan was much better this time, leading him all the way to the boundary wall, where he saw Sweeping Chen in green clothes waiting there.

Liu Qinghuan hastily stepped forward to salute: "I pay my respects to Senior Sweeping Chen."

Fit Overhaul smiled lightly: "We meet again."

　The author flew to Xinjiang yesterday. He is used to staying at home on weekdays, but when he suddenly ran outside, he felt very tired.I don't know what's going on, I can't open the writer's background all day today, and I always get stuck when the page is about to open, and I feel tired...

　　
　
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