Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 546

The accident happened between lightning and flint. Liu Qinghuan and Liang Jing'an were not far away, and they were caught off guard when they saw that the other party's sword had already slashed in front of them. It was impossible to hide, so they could only lean back when there was no time , and shoot out with one palm at the same time!
The sharp sword energy blew across Liu Qinghuan's body immediately, and Liang Jing'an was not much better.

Although he didn't use all his strength in his palm, it still had seven or eight points of strength. In addition, Liang Jing'an had lost his mind at this time, and he didn't know how to hide, so he was photographed, stepped back a few steps, and hit on the cave wall.With a clang, the sword in his hand rolled to the ground, and the hand holding the sword drooped powerlessly.

What was found at the door did not attract much attention in the stone room, because the inside was already in a mess, and everyone's eyes were red, and the sky was dark.

Liu Qinghuan tapped her body a few times quickly, and took two more pills, when Liang Jing'an roared, struggling to get up and fight again.

Liu Qinghuan leaped forward, and before the opponent's waving hands climbed up, he sealed several big acupuncture points of the opponent, and after he could no longer move, he sprayed several mouthfuls of green air on his face.

Liang Jing'an's frantic and slack eyes finally cleared up a little bit, she stared blankly ahead for a moment, the light in her eyes came together again, shame and fear appeared on her face.

Liu Qinghuan let go of the hand holding him: "Are you awake?"

"Brother Liu!" Liang Jing'an muttered, feeling even more ashamed: "I..."

"Okay, I know." Liu Qinghuan pulled him up: "My palm is not light, you need to determine the injury first."

Seeing Liang Jingan taking the pill by herself, Liu Qinghuan turned her eyes away from him and looked inside the door.

Amidst all kinds of auras, the fierce battle in the stone room has reached a fever pitch. A cultivator from another world has died, and his body is soaked in a pool of blood. There are still three people fighting in the melee, Daoist Song Jing, the female cultivator, There was another monk from another world, everyone was almost blood-stained half of his body, and he was desperately desperate.

Liu Qinghuan looked away, but couldn't find the figure of the horse-faced male cultivator, so she couldn't help feeling vigilant.

Liang Jing'an finally calmed down the turbulent Qi and blood a little, stood by the door and looked in, said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist Song Jing seems to have been seriously injured."

Liu Qinghuan stepped into the gate of the stone room and said, "Well, we have to find a way to pull him out of the battle ring."

"How?" Liang Jing'an wondered, "They are fighting so fiercely. If we lean over, we are afraid that they will attract attacks immediately, and it is easier to hurt people under random arrows."

If you want to cut into a fierce battle halfway, and the opponent is still fascinated, if you are not much stronger than the opponent, you will be involved instead.

While speaking, he saw Liu Qinghuan rushing out, flying spells flying indistinctly, quickly approaching behind the female cultivator closest to the door, grabbed her by the collar like lightning, and lifted Throw it out!
The female cultivator flew backwards, crashing into several desks along the way, and didn't stop until she hit the bookshelf against the wall.

With a roar, another cultivator from another world who was fighting with the female cultivator saw someone suddenly broke into the battle, and rushed over without saying a word, and made a sharp ghost howl when he shot.

Liu Qinghuan turned sharply, dodging the threatening black light, slashed Jingwei sword in the air, swung away the wooden sword that Song Jing had slashed, walked behind the male cultivator a few steps, and pointed out.

This person is neither Song Jing, who is also a monk of Yunmengze, nor a female cultivator who is still useful, so Liu Qinghuan did not show mercy, and Qiankun Finger instantly opened a bloody hole in his heart.

The male cultivator was pushed forward by the tremendous force, staggered a few more steps, and finally fell to the ground, black air gushed out of his body like water leaking, and he condensed into a floating ball of primordial spirit.

Holding the golden pill in his arms, Yuanshen finally regained his sanity, looked at his dead body in horror, then looked at Liu Qinghuan with resentment, and ran away screaming.

But Liu Qinghuan didn't have time to take care of him anymore, because Song Jing's sword had arrived again, this time with even greater momentum, the room was filled with the sound of pines and wind.

The body of the Jingwei sword was flattened, and the blue-purple sword was full of light, and it was slashed head-on without any fancy.

The two swords collided with each other in mid-air, and the sword energy erupted like a torrent, sweeping in all directions.However, the stone platforms in the stone room were as solid as a rock, only the mask on the stone platform closest to the two of them flashed and shattered with a snap, revealing the shining water-blue orb inside.

What Liu Qinghuan used was the most powerful "Hui Zi Jue" among the eight-character sword formulas. With one strike, the wooden sword flew back upside down, and a gap was suddenly cut in it, and Song Jing was also bitten back, with qi and blood gushing continuously. With two mouthfuls of blood, his figure flew upside down.

Liu Qinghuan followed closely, and moved behind him before he landed, firmly grasping his shoulders, pointing at his hands.

At this time, I heard Liang Jingan's roar from behind: "If you want to take the opportunity to find the leak, there is no way!"

Liu Qinghuan grabbed Song Jing with one hand, looked back, and saw Liang Jing'an slapping a plantain fan past, the horse-faced male cultivator who hadn't been seen turned around from the stone platform whose light mask was broken, and flashed to a few Zhang outside.

Liu Qinghuan squinted her eyes, and saw that the other party was also looking over, and when they looked at each other, the other party's eyes were clear, with scrutiny and scrutiny.

The scene froze for a few breaths, and the horse-faced male cultivator suddenly laughed, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow daoists, you are polite!"

Liang Jingan glared angrily: "Whoever is polite to you, go away!"

The horse-faced male cultivator didn't care, and said: "Everyone can gather here, it can be regarded as meeting each other by fate, why bother to see outsiders so much."

He scanned the huge stone room with his gaze: "Besides, there are so many things here, everyone should be kind to each other, why bother to fight for those one or two things and fight for blood."

Liang Jing'an said sarcastically, "It also depends on whether you have the ability to participate in the distribution of treasures."

At this time, there was a groan from the corner of the wall, but it was from the nun who had been forgotten by everyone.The horse-faced male cultivator retreated warily, all the way to the corner, and knelt down to check his injuries.

Liu Qinghuan turned her head and saw Song Jing, who was restrained by him, couldn't move, but was staring at the exposed blue orb without blinking, her eyes were full of longing and greed.

Liu Qinghuan repeated his old trick, and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blue air on his face, bringing him back to his sanity.

Handing him over to Liang Jing'an who came over, Liu Qinghuan no longer cared about the others, but walked to the side of the stone platform, picked up the orb as big as a human head, and fell into deep thought in the warm aura like a blue ocean.

"Fellow Daoist Qingmu." There was a low call from behind, and when she turned around, Song Jing, who was slightly relieved of her injuries, walked down deeply gratefully: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your help, otherwise my old life would be in danger today." It’s going to be here.”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Fellow Daoist, you are welcome."

The two of them said a few more words of politeness, Liang Jing'an stepped in, and said with an unconcealable excitement, "Brother Liu, I'm afraid this is a treasure trove! What shall we do next? And..."

He shook his head to the other side: "There are two more people over there, what should we do?"

The horse-faced male cultivator obviously heard this completely undisguised words, stood up guardedly, and looked at the three people here.

The female cultivator stood leaning against a stone platform, her face pale as paper, obviously seriously injured, her gaze fell on Liu Qinghuan's body with a gloomy and cold gaze, suppressing her resentment.

Liu Qinghuan turned back expressionlessly, and looked at the water blue orb in her hand, but instead of putting it away, she put it back on the stone platform.

This behavior was beyond everyone's expectations. After all, the people present, the two monks from other worlds, now have no doubts about the number and strength of the three facing them, while Song Jing and Liang Jing'an have no doubts about Liu Qinghuan taking the orb away. Any objection, do not understand what he meant by this move.

Liang Jing'an asked suspiciously, "Brother Liu?"

Liu Qinghuan touched the place where Qingming Jingxin Pendant was, put away the Jingwei sword, and said solemnly: "Everyone, have you never suspected that everything here is an illusion?"

"What, what!" Liang Jingan was shocked, while the expressions of the others changed.

"Abandoned relics, weird monsters, and so many unowned treasures that can make people lose their minds, and you suddenly lost your mind before." Liu Qinghuan turned and walked towards the door, seemingly without any regrets: "I don't So confident, believing that it’s all true.”

Song Jing's face showed a struggle, and his eyes swept over the many stone platforms and shelves against the wall, obviously unwilling to believe that the good luck bestowed by God was fake: "But, but, what if all this is true? "

On the other side, the horse-faced man looked gloomy and looked at Liu Qinghuan thoughtfully.

Liu Qinghuan walked straight to the door, when footsteps came from behind, but Liang Jingan followed.

The other party smiled at him: "Brother Liu, I believe you."

A warm feeling surged in Liu Qinghuan's heart, but she raised her eyebrows: "Even if I'm going to find a way to leave here?"

Liang Jing'an's face showed complete trust after long-term coexistence: "Hey, I just know that it's right to follow you."

"Are you really willing? Maybe I was wrong. This is not an illusion, and you have missed a lot of treasures."

"I, Liang, am not such a shallow-sighted person!"

That's right!There are three other people who have not moved in this stone room, and Song Jing's face is darkened even more.

While talking, the two had already reached the door. At this moment, the doorway that had been wide open was suddenly distorted, and turned into the same stone wall as the surrounding ones, seamlessly fitting, without any difference!

An exclamation came from behind, Liu Qinghuan's face changed, his eyes suddenly went dark, and his feet were even empty!
(End of this chapter)