Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1057 Composite Dao Tribulation ([-])

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

Liu Qinghuan knelt on the ground and panted deeply, the intense aftertaste of the previous moment was still running around all over his body, but the powerful force brought by the majestic aura generated by the stone wood was receding quickly like a tide, leaving nothing behind. The exhaustion and exhaustion after the next trace of exhaustion.

The corpse of the giant beast was lying beside him, and the remaining eye was staring blankly at the sky. The combined demon cultivator in the world of all spirits probably never thought that he would die in the hands of a cultivator whose cultivation level was one level lower than his own.

Wanmu's towering nectar bottle, the ultimate treasure of Xuantian, has helped him escape from danger many times since it came into Liu Qinghuan's hands, so he died under the towering aura transformed by Wanmu's bottle, It's not wrong.

It's just that the process of surviving a desperate situation is too difficult!Every time, Liu Qinghuan seemed to be walking on the verge of death, and if she was not careful, she would fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

There was a soft crackling sound, and the Pi Leiji magnetized into fine black gravel and slipped from his sleeve. He raised his head suddenly, only to realize that the thunder that had been raining continuously before had stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky The thick, humming wind occupies the surrounding fields, and the land is empty and silent, which makes people feel sad for no reason.

"The catastrophe is over?"

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

Glancing at the corpse of the giant beast beside him, Liu Qinghuan gasped heavily, got up from the ground, and inadvertently fell on the inside of his outstretched arm.

There was a movement in his heart: there, there was an inconspicuous sword-shaped trace.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. I heard that some demon cultivators admired the power of the real body, and they didn't like to put magic weapons in the ring or dantian, but hid them in the flesh and blood, and used the flesh to support the weapons. I don't know if this is true.

He slashed down with his fingertips and cut along the sword-shaped mark on the inner side of the opponent's arm, and saw a sharp light suddenly flying out of the opponent's flesh, and the swishing sound of thousands of swords suddenly sounded in his ears, and there seemed to be countless swords in front of his eyes. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are rushing forward!

Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed slightly, and he shouted: "Presumptuous!" He slapped his palm covered with green light, and heard a "clang", all the visions disappeared, and a small sword about three inches long was slapped on the ground. land.

The sword still wanted to run, as if a nimble swimming fish drew a beautiful arc, and the next moment it was caught in his hand, struggling and twisting continuously, the extremely sharp sword energy cut his hand into deep cuts. Bloody mouth.

Liu Qinghuan hissed softly, and squeezed his five fingers fiercely, crushing all the sword light, but the opponent was still rebellious and refused to give in, the sword exuded a chill like white mist, and cut back and forth densely, slashing A thick green light was released, and small bloody holes were drawn on his fingers.

"This is……"

The blade of this sword is quite long, but narrow as half a finger's width. It has no handle, and its whole body is like an ice front that has just been broken off.

Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed: "What a sword!"

The sword body had traces of being sacrificial again. He remembered the words of the demon cultivators in the world of spirits before, and he got a rare treasure in old age, but he never succeeded in sacrificially.

He was worrying that the Fusheng Sword transformed by the sword intent of life and death was not sharp enough, so this sword was delivered to his door, very good, very good!
Liu Qinghuan looked at it again with satisfaction, and put it in the ring temporarily, but as soon as he entered the ring, the sword flew angrily to a corner, smashing the several pill bottles and pills placed there !

If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't withdrawn his consciousness a little bit slowly and happened to catch a glimpse of this scene, I'm afraid that when he looks for Kai Na Ring next time, everything inside will be turned into pieces.

Quickly took it out before the other party could do more damage, Liu Qinghuan frowned and said: "It seems that the sword spirit inside the sword is very unwilling to accept others, no wonder Mr. Yi failed to sacrifice successfully."

The sword in his hand was still struggling non-stop, he was a little embarrassed, thought for a while, and tried to bring it closer to the inside of his arm, but the opponent really got into the flesh and stopped moving.

Liu Qinghuan's expression became a little weird, and she fell into thought when she saw the sword-shaped trace that had just emerged. Fortunately, the sword finally stayed obediently and did not move any more.

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

He didn't forget that he was going through a catastrophe, although there had been no movement for a long time, and even the thick dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

He stood alone on the wilderness, thousands of miles away, but he couldn't even see a blade of grass, except for stones and wind, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

Dao Tribulation is extraordinary. This wasteland is not just as simple as an illusion, and of course it is not absolutely real. Perhaps the heart is square, the world is self-generated, and the realm of Dao is endless.

The so-called unity of heaven and man is to integrate one's own way with the way of heaven, and to truly use the laws of heaven and earth. Everything starts from this Taoist calamity in the advanced integration period.

That's why he suddenly realized that he cut off the life force of Yi Lao by cutting off the thread representing the law of life and death. Before this, although he had spread the great net of life many times, he had never been able to cut it off.

Stepping into the wilderness, Liu Qinghuan didn't know what he should look for in order to survive this catastrophe, but he had a feeling that he had to keep moving forward, and would eventually meet the final test.

However, it took three days to walk, and the wasteland was still the same, and the surrounding scenery did not change at all.

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

Time seems to have stopped, the sky has been gloomy, the sun and the moon seem to have forgotten this piece of heaven and earth, and will never come.

One day, two days...

One month, two months...

One year, two years...

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

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

The mist billowed, and a cold laughter came faintly.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a hundred years, the chaos finally changed, a small path parted the mist, when Liu Qinghuan stepped on one end of the road, she suddenly woke up with a loud shout as if in a dream!

After a while, I saw a look of fear on his face, and his back was drenched in cold sweat in an instant. Looking back at the billowing gray mist behind him, he was terrified.

Before he could figure out why he was afraid, he heard a scolding voice coming from the front, and a woman in a gorgeous palace dress came out: "It's slow, hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)