Sitting and forgetting longevity

The mourning owl stood as tall as a person, with wide and big wings, at least one foot long when stretched out, and his legs were even more stout and powerful.

In the fierce battle before, Liu Qinghuan knew that these guys were quite strong. If he hadn't held the Xuanyuan Sword and used the narrow terrain to prevent them from being able to use it, it was really uncertain who would win.

Liu Qinghuan stared at the injured funeral owl in panic. It flapped its wings ferociously, and then fell to the ground because of the wound, its feathers soaked in bright red blood.

"Do you want to live?" Liu Qinghuan asked, slightly raising the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, "Tick tock! Tick tock!" Bird blood dripped down the golden sword.

Not so long ago, it was this terrible sword that killed many of its companions.Moreover, the wound caused by this sword could not heal, and the blood continued to flow.

Sang Xiao shrank his head in fear. Before the threat of life and death, he could only lower his head and lay down on the ground to express his submission.

Liu Qinghuan nodded in satisfaction, took out a jade bottle from her bosom, and poured out a pill.Seeing Sang Xiao watching him warily, he added: "Open your mouth if you don't want to die!"

Break the elixir into two halves, forcefully stuff one half into Sang Xiao's mouth, crush the other half and sprinkle it on the opponent's wound.

Then, he looked left and right, but he couldn't find a suitable rope, and the grass stem of the mandala was not very strong at first glance.

Sighing, he picked up the hem of the clothes and wanted to tear it off, but the material was too strong, and he couldn't tear it apart without mana.In the end, a rope was found in the messy stone house, one end was tied around Sang Xiao's neck, and the other end was tied to the bridge pier.

Ignoring Sang Xiao's angry screams, Liu Qinghuan walked up to a dead bird, plucked its hair, skinned it and cut it into pieces, and lit a fire again.

After a meal, the terrible hunger finally subsided, and he finally had time to rest and clean up the blood and bird feathers on his body.

If Longyou Shoal is played by shrimp, Mahayana monks will become mortals, and they will become very embarrassed.

Liu Qinghuan felt extremely tired right now, and wanted to sleep, but he knew that he must not sleep.

In this illusion, there will be a wave of enemy attacks every once in a while, and each time will be stronger.If you sleep, who knows what will happen, but if you don't sleep, the end result is likely to be exhausted.

So the longer you stay in this place, the more dangerous it becomes. Liu Qinghuan doesn't think that her willpower is really impeccable, and she must leave as soon as possible before all kinds of desires gradually emerge, and before she is pulled into the real illusion.

Just like now, when the hunger subsided, an indescribable sense of anxiety rose again, making him want to yell and go crazy.

Liu Qinghuan rubbed the center of her brows, walked up to the mourning owl, and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead, I saw you stealing a corpse just now! Get up, and let me see your injuries."

Sang Xiao was forced by his lust, so he could only open his wings obediently and let Liu Qinghuan check.

"Healed well, I didn't waste a good healing pill."

Liu Qinghuan was quite satisfied: "Although it will take some time to complete everything, there is no time to wait now, as long as you can fly."

The elixir refined from a variety of rare spiritual materials is now only used for a small sword wound, and it will naturally recover very quickly.

He untied the rope, turned over and rode on Sang Xiao's back, pointed to the faint palace shadows in the distance and said, "Fly over there!"

Sang Xiao was probably being ridden for the first time. His eyes widened in shock, and the hair on his neck exploded.Then he jumped into a rage, screaming, and stood up, trying to throw the person on his back off.

The next moment, the Xuanyuan sword lay across its neck, and Liu Qinghuan threatened in a low voice: "Why do you think I spared your life and healed your wounds? So you'd better be obedient and annoy me, and kill you with one sword." !"

Sang Xiao didn't dare to move anymore, and let out a "cuckoo" cry aggrieved.

After giving it a slap, Liu Qinghuan patted it on the head again: "As long as you are obedient, I can set you free when you get there. Do you understand? If you understand, let's go!"

A moment later, with a loud eagle cry, one person and one bird rushed into the sky.

The strong wind was blowing in the face, without the protection of the protective cover, the wind was as cold as a knife.But Liu Qinghuan felt very happy, as if the poisonous ivy wrapped around her body had been blown off, and she no longer felt drowsy.

He was so energetic that he couldn't help opening his hands and screaming loudly, and the block that had been stuck on his chest since entering this realm disappeared.

Below is the undulating sea of ​​flowers. Countless pollen is blown down by the wind and flutters with the wind, surging like red and pink clouds.Many mandala raised their flower discs, revealing circles of sharp teeth, salivating towards the air;
The flower branches were trembling, and a large group of ghosts could be seen running wildly past, chasing the mourning owl in the sky for a while, and gradually being left behind;

A high mound suddenly cracked several cracks. Under the soil layer, a giant gray eye that was swirling like a whirlpool stared at the sky intently. It was only when the mourner owl flew out of sight that the eye slowly closed again.

Liu Qinghuan can't leave his body with his consciousness now, and he can't detect the things hiding under the lush flowers and leaves, but he is very aware of how dangerous this sea of ​​flowers hides, so he grabbed a mourning owl and planned to fly over from the air.

After staying away from the fragrance of flowers, Liu Qinghuan only felt refreshed and could take a short rest.

The successive battles made this mortal body very tired. He held the Xuanyuan Sword, his eyes drooped slightly, and he took a nap while thinking about how to really break the game.

It doesn't refer to the palaces flying to the end of the sea of ​​flowers, but to really break through the situation of becoming a mortal and break away from it.

In fact, there are ways, but the price paid seems a bit too high, so he doesn't mind being a mortal for a while unless it is absolutely necessary.

Suddenly, the funeral owl below him let out a low cry, and his speed suddenly increased!

Liu Qinghuan hurriedly grabbed the opponent's feathers, trying not to be thrown out, and was about to reprimand her, when she suddenly felt something was wrong, she quickly turned her head to look: she saw a black spot rising from the distant sky, rolling towards it like a dark cloud!

"Xiaoqun is chasing after you again? No! You are acting so panicked, it should not be Xiaoqun, but..."

Liu Qinghuan looked into the distance, and it took him a while to figure out what the black cloud was. It was actually full of dense black bugs!

"Resentment poison!"

The so-called resentment poison is the inextricable resentment and unwillingness in the hearts of dead souls. There is a certain chance that they will form into pervasive black worms, which often appear on battlefields, mass graves, or have experienced plagues, disasters, Village towns after the massacre.

What shocked Liu Qinghuan wasn't why the Resentment Poisonous Insects suddenly appeared, but the huge number of them, so many that it almost overwhelming the sky!

"How many cities have been slaughtered to gather so much resentment!" Liu Qinghuan was astonished, and even more angry in his heart: "This is something a mortal can handle? You're kidding me!"