Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 712: Phoenix Fire Seventeen
Xuanyuan Yihe has been very depressed recently. As a cultivator who transforms himself to stand at the peak of a world, he has not felt such a feeling for a long time.Nearly half of the clansmen were killed or injured, the clan land was destroyed, the treasure house was robbed, and he wanted to kill a little Nascent Soul, but he fell into the insect mother's mouth and was seriously injured.

And this is not over yet, the swarms of insects are flooding in the New Moon Realm, and the other two realms are plagued by ghosts and cannot spare any help, so that their offensive in Yunmengze is also greatly affected, and people even attacked the Thousand Pages Mountain Range Underfoot, I met that damned little Nascent Soul cultivator again!

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuanyuan Yihe's icy gaze followed Liu Qinghuan below him, watching him move freely among the thousands of armies, watching him swaying pieces of greenness to save people, and also watching him and his side Nascent Soul cultivator handed over.

"It's just beyond my control..."

"Huh? Who is Brother Xuanyuan talking about?"

A person beside him said, following his eyes, he saw the eye-catching sea of ​​flames in the center of the battlefield, and he couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that the boy from Nanlin Feng's family? That's right, the monk Yunmengze who fought with him is indeed beyond his control."

Xuanyuan Yihe's expression was gloomy, and he let out a cold snort with unknown meaning.

It's hard for him to say that the person who is overconfident in what he said is not Liu Qinghuan, right? He can go back and forth a few times under Huashen's hands, and even smashed him into the ground with Ding Haizhu when he was careless. If he can't beat a colleague A high-level monk, where is he going to put Xuanyuan Yihe's face!

The black-robed monk who was hiding behind the worm mother called out Liu Qinghuan's name, and he used this as a clue to ask someone to investigate, and finally found out the identity of the other party.

Born in Wenshi Sect, one of the four major sects in Yunmengze, Yuan Ying was unknown until he led someone to open the ghost gate of Dushuo Mountain. , and then disappeared for another two or three hundred years, and when he reappeared, he had the title of Master Xuandan.

After he came out of the abyss of worms, he asked someone to track down Liu Qinghuan's whereabouts, but found nothing, but unexpectedly met him here.

His teeth itch with hatred in his heart, but he can't act rashly in the current scene.The whole body is moved by a single hair, and there are three Huashen on the opposite side hidden in the sky above the battlefield. Once he makes a move, the opponent will certainly not stand by.

Let you live for a while!

Xuanyuan Yihe looked down coldly: When the situation becomes more chaotic, it will be your death!

Beside him is another cultivator in the Shuoyue Realm, watching the battle below as if watching a play, while commenting with great interest: "The Feng family in Nanlin inherits the blood of the fire phoenix. Chang, but in recent years, there have been a pair of outstanding nephews in his family. Especially Feng Yuan, who is ranked No.17, seems to be aspiring to become a god."

"Feng Shiqi?" Xuanyuan Yihe, who was upset, refused to comment: "Hehe!"

The man didn't care, and continued: "Since Feng Shiba is here, Feng Shiqi, who is his compatriot, should also be here. Although Feng Shiba is worse than Feng Ba, how can it be... oh!"

The words of praise can no longer be said, because the situation below has completely contradicted his words.

"This... was suppressed?"

A trace of complexity flashed in Xuanyuan Yihe's eyes, sure enough!
Although Feng Shiba's gestures were blazing, the fire was flying, and his momentum was extremely loud and bluffing, but he gradually lost his initiative under the tide of sword intent of the opponent, and was disturbed in all directions instead.

Feng Shiba, who had been hiding in the scorching brilliance, was also forced out, glaring: "You..."

"Certainly!"

The two people above saw Liu Qinghuan raised his hand suddenly, Feng Shiba froze suddenly, and a sudden sword shadow was reflected in his wide-open eyes. The black sword was covered with green lines, and those green lines were like real The vines are full of vitality, as clear as before.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, before the sword arrived, the ice-like sword intent had already struck, scratching his face with pain.Feng Shiba's pupils constricted inward unnaturally, but she couldn't move an inch.

Desperate in his heart, a loud and long phoenix cry suddenly sounded in his ears, his body as stiff as a stone was slammed, and the impact was so powerful that he screamed and fell sideways.

The Floating Sword pierced through the air, but followed it without any hesitation!
Even though his viscera seemed to be shifted from being hit, Feng Shiba didn't care about the pain, his heart was filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe, but before he could stabilize his body, he felt a slight pain in the back of his neck!
Not only Xuanyuan Yihe and others were paying attention to this battle, Liu Qinghuan's great reputation in the Shuoyue realm was not convinced by everyone, so there were quite a few people secretly paying attention to him with the mentality of distinguishing the truth from the false, and the people below Low-ranking monks who have received less favor from Liu Qinghuan will also find time to look up in their busy schedules.

At this time, these people shrank their necks subconsciously, watching in horror as a large head flew out, and the blood splattered several feet high.

"eighteen!"

Shouts of pain came from far and near, Liu Qinghuan stepped back abruptly, and saw a brilliant flame phoenix descending from the sky, its spread wings were several feet wide, flying Feng Shiba out of the corpse just now Nascent Soul with a dazed face rolled away.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand to call back the Fushengjian, and then raised his head expressionlessly.

The fire phoenix flew a certain distance, and stopped beside a young monk in purple clothes and a crown on his head. He had a handsome face and a high bearing, but he grabbed Feng Shiba's Nascent Soul and said, "I call you waves! Forget about dying in waves, I shouldn't be doing too much to save you!"

Yuanying cried with a small face: "Brother..."

"Shut up!" The young monk roared ferociously, stuffed one into his sleeve, and looked at Liu Qinghuan.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyebrows slightly. The other party's cultivation had reached the late stage of Nascent Soul Dzogchen. Hence the twist.

Feng Shiqi's expression was sullen, and suddenly he stomped his feet, and a large sheet of scorching flames gushed out from under his feet, pouring down!
"Ahhhh!"

There were screams immediately, and the low-level monks who were fighting in the mountains below were caught off guard by the flames, and some of them were burned to ashes before they even had time to scream.

Liu Qinghuan's expression froze, and he heard the other party say in a cold tone: "Aren't you going to save people, I'll kill as many as you save!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, this man must be sick, if he doesn't seek revenge for killing his brother, what would it be like to take it out on others?

It's amazing to have a distorted mind so far.

Looking at those people who were screaming and rolling on the ground, desperately fighting the flames on their bodies, he reminded: "Half of them are monks from your world."

Unmoved, the other party threw another flame, which made screams from below. Everyone didn't care about killing each other, and just wanted to escape from the area where the flames fell.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and just as she stretched out her hand, an extremely subtle sound transmission suddenly appeared in her ear.

"Fellow Daoist Aoki, make a big noise, the louder the better, it's best to attract everyone's attention to you!"

Liu Qinghuan recognized that it was Yu Youdao's voice from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, turned her head, and saw that many people kept looking at them, and some people were still fighting, but they were obviously absent-minded.

With a turn in his mind, he knew the other party's plan.

Nodding slightly imperceptibly, Liu Qinghuan smiled mockingly at the person opposite: "Okay, then let's compare to see if you kill faster or I save faster!"

As he spoke, a dark green light flashed in his palm, and after a while it was the size of a fist, and the refreshing fragrance of grasses and trees spread out, diluting the deep bloody smell on the battlefield by a bit.

"boom!"

The cyan light group exploded like a firework, turned into a downpour, and the thick vitality spread out, making people feel refreshed. Wherever they went, the fires and smoke were extinguished, and even the devastated land was filled with a little more. layer of greenery.

All the monks who were bathed in the rain couldn't help showing a happy expression, and their injuries were recovering quickly.

"Thank you, Senior Aoki!"

"Senior Aoki made a move, we are saved!"

"Kill that man, kill him!"

"kill him!"

All kinds of voices sounded, gradually connecting together, causing Feng Shiqi's eyebrows on the opposite side to knit together, and his face gradually showed a hint of ferocity!
The lifelike flame phoenix beside him suddenly raised its neck and let out a sharp long cry, suppressing all the sounds, flapping its wings and rushing down.

Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed, and she was already lifted in front of him, raised her sword and pointed, and said contemptuously: "You, how dare you fight me!"

　There was heavy rain and hail yesterday, and the power went out. My mobile phone and laptop were all dead after a while. I didn’t have time to finish writing a chapter, and I didn’t call until this afternoon.

　　The author has lived without internet for two days, and feels that he has gone back to more than ten years ago. After practicing calligraphy for a long time, he feels good.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)