Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1180 Heavenly Demon
Based on Liu Qinghuan's superficial understanding of monsters, he only knows that the Heavenly Demon is equivalent to the combined cultivation level of a human being, and if it is higher, it is the Demon Ancestor equivalent to a Mahayana monk.

This was the first time he had seen such a high-grade true demon, and he couldn't help but scrutinize him carefully.I saw her sitting on a section of the half-collapsed high wall, which seemed to be the defensive wall of this place. The bright red Chinese clothes were spread all over the floor, her eyes were as black as sandalwood, and the white hair that fell to her heels flew up with the wind. There is a sense of piercing and stern beauty.

A Jiaoqin was placed on her lap, and as she plucked it, the strings lit up with faint light one by one, hanging like a gossamer, bleak and lingering.

Suddenly, she raised her head, met Liu Qinghuan's eyes precisely, a cruel smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said: "I said why so many new plants suddenly grew at this pass today, but it turns out that there are new people here. Then let me test how many catties you have!"

As she said that, she plucked her hand, and the strings of the zither suddenly shone with a faint light, and the clank sounded like gold and iron horses!

Liu Qinghuan watched indifferently as a ripple appeared in the air, running towards him as swiftly as lightning, with a flick of his sleeve——

However, before he could move, Qingyue's sword whistling broke through and a ray of blue sword light passed across. Suddenly, it was like mountains and mountains, flooded with waves, and the sky was full of sword shadows.

"White-haired witch, your opponent is me!" Yan Zixuan stood with his sword in his hands, and his voice was cold: "It seems that you haven't learned enough lessons last time, and now you come to the pass again, and you will never be let go!"

The white-haired witch fiddled with the strings carelessly, and said sarcastically: "Didn't you ask for it last time, didn't you heal up so quickly?"

"Don't bother!" Yan Zixu shouted loudly, under his feet, a picture of ten thousand swords unfolded like a fan, and boundless sword energy exploded.

At this moment, a bang suddenly came from behind, Liu Qinghuan turned around, and saw smoke and dust billowing from the depths of the Yanzi Pass, the exploding aura flew away like a rosy cloud, and there were several bangs one after another!

Surprise flashed across Liu Qinghuan's eyes: What kind of formation is this broken?
Yan Zi quickly withdrew his sword, with a somewhat ferocious expression on his face: "You are cheating!"

"Hahahaha!" The white-haired witch looked up to the sky and laughed, winking: "Don't you know that we demons hold grudges very much? Last time I didn't realize that I was hurt by you, but I couldn't wait for it. This time Come back again, of course I need to find a helper, anyway, the demons don’t have any rules that must be singled out, I never thought you would find a helper too, tsk tsk..."

Yan Zixu snorted coldly, ignored her, and looked at Liu Qinghuan: "Fellow Daoist Qinglin!"

"You go." Liu Qinghuan immediately said: "Look at what happened over there. In addition, you are also needed to sit in the customs. As for this place, leave it to me."

"Then thank you very much!" Yan Zixu had some hesitation on his face, but he had no other choice, so he could only nod his head and said, "Be careful, this white-haired witch has a cunning heart, and the sound of the piano implies bewitching, murderous intentions for no reason. in her way."

"Don't worry, friend Daoist."

After a few more hasty confessions, Yan Zi rushed to the depths of Yanziguan.

When his figure disappeared, Liu Qinghuan turned her head, and saw the white-haired witch smiling at him: "Do you want to go and see too? I'm not in a hurry."

Liu Qinghuan's eyes fell on her fingers painted with bright red Koudan. When the strings were twitched and plucked, a dark shadow slipped from her fingers and sank into the ground. The ground seemed to be smudged with ink, and it was quite dark, unknowingly. The time has quietly stretched to his feet.

Behind her, the black mist billowed, and the devilish energy surged endlessly with the ups and downs of the piano sound.

Liu Qinghuan looked at his feet calmly, and a seed popped out. With a flash of green light, the darkness forcibly extinguished the aura when it landed, making it impossible to germinate and grow.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" rushed over!
Liu Qinghuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and unhurriedly took out the Sword Intent of Life and Death. The light of the sword flashed slightly, turning the sword into an intention, and saw green lines like twigs sprouting, spreading rapidly along the back of his hand.

Liu Qinghuan grabbed another cloth bag from her sleeve, and with a wave of her hand, several seeds flew out, each one was wrapped in a thick green aura, carrying an incomparably powerful vitality, it took root as soon as it landed, sprouted and grew like crazy high.

Like the ink-stained ground, it quickly became mottled, but wherever there were seeds growing, there would be a circle of holes, and fresh greenery would emerge vigorously. Before those monsters ran to Liu Qinghuan's side, they were already entangled in the branches and leaves. fell to the ground.

The white-haired demon's expression froze: "What the hell is this man doing? He is able to grow vegetation on the demonic soil, and judging by the vigor and vitality of those vegetation, it is obviously not affected by the demonic energy at all."

She took a deep look at Liu Qinghuan, and asked leisurely, "Who are you? I've never seen you before, and you only came to Moyunya recently?"

Liu Qinghuan paused, and looked at her: "I don't like to chat with the enemy, so if you want to chat, why don't we talk slowly after the fight?"

The white-haired witch turned cold, and tried again impatiently: "I'm afraid that after the fight, you won't have a chance to speak again!"

The sound of the zither suddenly became more urgent, suddenly pouring down like a shower, and like a thousand troops crushing the Milky Way, the torrential sound waves layer upon layer, covering the world!

Liu Qinghuan wasn't polite to her, he didn't seem to be able to hear the increasingly irritable sound of the piano, he just slowly raised his steps, every time he took a step forward, a green lotus bloomed under his feet, this time there was no need for seeds, there were plants and trees Feisheng and spirit flowers bloom, and the decayed and desolate land is revived with life.

He walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step, and the face of the white-haired witch sitting on the broken wall was full of murderous intent and anger, as well as a trace of deep horror.

This person dared to ignore her like this, as if she didn't exist, and walked forward as if he cared about himself, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the situation under Moyun Cliff.

What puzzled her the most was that this person's cultivation level was obviously not much higher than hers, so why was he so calm and easily neutralized all her attacks? !
What she didn't know was that Liu Qinghuan had experienced too many battles in which the weak defeated the strong in the past, and his strength was originally much stronger than those of the same level, so a battle of this level could no longer touch his heartstrings.

Looking at the person who behaved so calmly, the white-haired witch suddenly became afraid and began to have some doubts, feeling powerless in the face of a powerful enemy who was powerless to fight.

Naturally, she couldn't be willing to lose just like that, and the sound of the piano under her hand turned, and she began to sob and complain again.

I saw that her hair was fluttering and flamboyant, but her red dress was very conspicuous. In the midst of the demonic energy, she was like a blooming flower on the other side of the Yellow Spring, blooming very beautifully.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan is an elm-headed person who doesn't know how to appreciate, and he doesn't feel the false affection in the sound of the piano. He only looked up at the darkened sky, and then took out the Qianqiu Samsara pen, and the pen pointed down like a sword One swipe!
The sea was raging, the dark river was turbulent, and a hole was forcibly broken in the demonic realm built with the sound of the piano, and all the swaying and charming lights and shadows shattered like dream bubbles.

There was another string of beads in Liu Qinghuan's hand.

(End of this chapter)