Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 841
"boom!"

There were two loud bangs in a row, and as the ink characters in the air exploded, the armada hidden among the monster beasts also exploded into tens of millions of pieces, without even a scream.

Hu Xi raised his head in a daze to look at the place where the sound came from, and then his pupils shrank suddenly!
Armament is a sixth-level demon cultivator, and suddenly without warning, his body was smashed to pieces, his soul and soul were completely wiped out, this...

He was shocked in his heart, and when he looked at Liu Qinghuan who was still standing in the midair with an immortal demeanor, he felt two wars, and he just wanted to kneel down to express all his surrender.

Especially the pen in his hand, although its light has been restrained at this time, but just because it just wrote a single word and killed the armada cleanly, it is really terrifying!
A suffocating silence quickly swept across the entire mountain, even the wind seemed to have stopped, and the turbid fog in the sky was dark and heavy, as if it was about to fall down in the next moment.

And the menacing giant scorpion on the opposite mountain suddenly turned into a silent big black stone.

"woooo~"

A miserable beast cry suddenly sounded, and the group of monster beasts that had lost their armaments quickly became a mess. The breath of the Chongming Bird and the high-ranking monks pressed down on them again like a mountain, and they all whimpered and trembled and wanted to escape.

The defeat soon became out of control, and the mountains and plains were full of monsters fleeing in a hurry.

Hu Xi's eyes lit up, and he ran over and said excitedly: "Fellow Daoist Qinglin, let them escape like this? Why don't you catch some and bring them back, so that you can drive them to open the way when you confront others later."

Liu Qinghuan floated to the ground, and said lightly: "If you want it, you can find it yourself."

Hu Xi scratched his head and smiled. He actually knew that Liu Qinghuan didn't like these things, but he had to ask if he dared to really do it.

After getting the permission, Hu Si took the rest of his men to catch up, shouting loudly while driving away the monsters.

And amidst this chaos, the opposite mountain was empty at some point. Obviously, the giant scorpion was shocked by Liu Qinghuan's thunder strike and killed the armada, so it lost its fighting spirit. It rushed over vigorously, but slipped away quietly gone.

It wasn't until she was sure that the other party had disappeared completely that Liu Qinghuan coughed violently, her breath quickly weakened, a layer of flush quickly appeared on her face, and her hands in the wide sleeves trembled so much that she could hardly hold the Qianqiu reincarnation pen.

After taking two pills in a row, his complexion got better, and his disturbed inner breath calmed down a little.

Sure enough, it was still too reluctant. When he wrote the third stroke, he felt unsustainable. Halfway through the writing, he almost gave up all his previous efforts.

Fortunately, the characters in Zhuoyuan are still in the primitive stage, unlike other interfaces where everyone's name has at least two or three characters.

And there are very few closed and special places like Zhuoyuan, and probably no one has come to tell the demon cultivators here the importance of real names as a medium to connect the cultivators' souls.

He looked at the Qianqiu reincarnation pen in his hand, and as his aura fell back to the stage of transforming spirits, the originally untied spirit pattern resurfaced and sealed the pen body again.

Thoughts flashed across Liu Qinghuan's eyes. At present, he has explored two ways to attack the Qianqiu Samsara Pen. One is to use the enemy's essence and blood as ink to reappear his past grievances and evil debts. .

The second one is the one he tried today, write down the real name of the opponent, regardless of merit or demerit, it will be wiped out.

As scary as it sounds, both approaches have limitations.

First of all, it is not easy to get the opponent's blood essence and real name. The monks pay great attention to their own body, hair and skin, let alone blood essence.

In addition, if the first type cannot drag the opponent into liquidation, then all the grievances will come back to him.

As for the second most difficult part, every pen written by Qianqiu Samsara requires a lot of mana. Since he can write up to three pens now, even if he knows his real name, he can't kill anyone he wants.

In the end, Qianqiu's reincarnation pen is too high-grade, one horizontal and one vertical to determine life and death, one stroke and one stroke to write reincarnation, the power is so powerful that he cannot fully control it with his current cultivation.

Putting away the pen, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and saw that the monsters and beasts all over the mountains and plains had escaped to death, and only Chu Yi was still by his side, so he couldn't help showing a smile.

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze!
"come out!"

What was activated at the same time as Hewen was the Floating Sword that slashed out in an instant!

"boom!"

The rocks collapsed and the dust flew up. Two figures sprang out from a small hill on the left, turned around in the air a few times, and landed not far away.

Liu Qinghuan's face darkened, and he saw the two people who suddenly appeared, one tall and the other short, the taller one looked about 40 or [-] years old, and his momentum was as majestic as an iron tower.The short man was much younger, with a handsome face, and his hands rested on the tall man's arm.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flickered, and they fell directly on the young man.

Human cultivation, cultivation level can not be seen, obviously weak as if he can't even stand upright, but he is still wearing an extremely heavy black robe, which makes his face blue and white.

The lingering black energy entangled between the eyebrows, the energy was weak, and the body was seriously injured.

However, even so, the other party still had an aura of calmness and ease, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Friend Daoist, can you still fight?"

The universal language of the Great World, with correct characters and round accents, does not have a trace of Zhuoyuan's accent.

Liu Qinghuan withdrew the Fusheng Sword calmly: "What if you can fight, and what if you can't fight?"

"If you can fight, you can fight with my servant. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose..." He patted the arm of the tall man who was holding him: "Then you and I can only be wronged." Let's go."

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Are you sure that I have no power to fight?"

The young male cultivator lowered his head and coughed a few times, his face flushed from coughing, and his breath became weaker, but he still smiled and said: "How could it be, fellow Daoist's cultivation is unfathomable, and he is carrying a treasure. There will be no power to fight. But..."

He changed the subject, and said again: "Try and you won't die. We are not that cowardly scorpion who ran away with its tail between its legs after being frightened."

It seems that this person has been watching the battle here for a long time, Liu Qinghuan nodded casually, a white net suddenly appeared in his left eye, and his right eye was as black as a deep abyss.

The expressions of the two people on the opposite side tensed immediately, and the tall man took a step, blocking the young male cultivator behind him, and made a gesture of challenge.

But Liu Qinghuan suddenly smiled: "You are indeed very courageous, but why should I fight with your strong spirit beast, and directly fight with you, a person whose life is cut off, his body is about to collapse, and his soul is not complete?" not cheap?"

His eyes flickered with white light, and he said again: "You were shot down from Qingmingtian, that's why you suffered such serious injuries. And the reason why you can live until now is because of the relationship with the bird behind you. The spirit beast has established a contract, use the soul of the other party to feed your soul. If he dies, you have to die too!"

The young male cultivator's complexion changed abruptly, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, revealing an arrogance only possessed by those who have been in power for a long time.

He was caressing a yellow jade pendant in his hand, and a golden bell-like cover was folded upside down. He sneered and said, "So what! If you want to fight with this deity, that's fine, you can come and have a try and see if you can break me!" This thin shield!"

(End of this chapter)