Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 886 Hungry Wind
Liu Qinghuan was dragged into a narrow passage by the silver rope. Although his consciousness could still be used, his mana was imprisoned so that he couldn't move at all. He could only stare helplessly at the gray wall above his head that kept receding.

There was a dead silence around, and the sound of "Ka Ka Ka" became clearer at this moment, as if there were countless winches hidden in the wall, running all the time.

Suddenly, the squeeze from the narrow passage suddenly disappeared, and he was thrown out.

The surroundings are still pitch black, even if you look with your spiritual sense, you can still only see endless darkness.

The body was falling rapidly, but Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed, feeling that the chains around him had been loosened, and the mana could finally be used.

Make a tactic in your hands, green energy gushes out from your feet, stabilize your body first.

A gust of wind blows, the wind is soft and soothing, it can only blow the willow branches by the river and make the wild flowers on the desolate sway.

Liu Qinghuan shuddered suddenly, feeling dizzy and dizzy!
"Hungry Wind!"

Legend has it that there is a kind of wind that can blow away the soul of a person and extinguish the three fires of the soul of life, which is extremely terrifying like a hungry ghost in hell.

He was shocked in his heart, and he quickly restrained his mind, and a pale golden Yangshen virtual fire suddenly appeared on his body.

The hungry wind cannot be resisted by ordinary magic tools or magical means, only the golden flame that comes with Yangshen can barely resist one or two.

Another gust of hungry wind blew by, and the golden flame fluttered, weakened by the pressure.

He finally understood that this Baojing Palace is really not an ordinary secret place, such as the magic shadow left fairy crystal jade, the star sting, and the broken arrow, which ones are not only rare in ancient books, but now there is a hungry wind, it is really not surprising strange.

At this time, another group of bright golden flames leaped into view, and the Yang Realm cultivator who was arrested like him was also thrown in, and the Yang God Void Fire on his body was blown up and down.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan flying upwards desperately, the man said: "It's useless, the exit can't be at the top."

Liu Qinghuan paused: "Senior, do you know how to leave this place?"

"Leave?" The other party smiled coldly: "Since you and I have been thrown here, don't think about getting out easily. The only way now..."

He was talking, suddenly lost in thought.

Liu Qinghuan asked: "Senior, do you have a plan?"

The man glanced at Liu Qinghuan, and suddenly said: "For the sake of sympathy and sympathy, I don't care about what happened before. My dao name is Mo Xuan, and although my cultivation base is higher than yours, I am in the same realm of yin and yang Middle-aged people, let’s call them friends of the Tao.”

Liu Qinghuan was vigilant: she refused to mention her name before, but now she suddenly said it?
He smiled: "So it's fellow Taoist Mo Xuan, so be polite."

Mo Xuan looked away, and landed on the gray wall not far away that threw them out.

"The interior of the Baojing Palace revolves according to the number of days of the week. The sun and the moon, the twelve zodiac signs, the 28 constellations, the main star is one hundred and four, and the secondary stars are one and seventy-eight. It is unpredictable. If you change positions every moment, even if you calculate it, it is too late to find the door of life." leave."

"There is one thing that requires us to work together, are you willing?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while, although the two of them had some gaps before, but fortunately they didn't really do anything, and it wasn't that there was no room for cooperation.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

Mo Xuan took out a small golden axe, pointed at the gray wall with a cold expression and said, "Break it!"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, but she frowned again.

Judging from the previous experience, this gray iron wall seems to be made of some kind of magical material. When the spell hits it, the power will be weakened a lot, and it can also block the penetration of spiritual consciousness.

"You mean, break it with brute force?"

"Although it may be difficult, how will you know if you don't try it." Mo Xuan said, "It's better than standing here and drying."

I'm afraid it's not that it's difficult, but it's extremely difficult.

Liu Qinghuan still had doubts. If the gray wall was so easy to break through, how could the Baojing Palace still exist?
Hidden in the gray wall is the organ formation that operates at the speed of the sky, the general formation, and it will affect the overall situation, so it must be guarded against.

"This...how about we still search in this space, maybe we can find another exit?"

But Mo Xuan insisted: "In short, try it first."

Then he retreated further and threw the small ax in his hand.

The palm-sized ax grows in the wind, and the ax blade stretches out several feet long sharpness.

In a very short time, the aura of sharp gold flourished, and Mo Xuan yelled: "Cut!"

"boom!"

The golden light shattered the ground, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

There was a roaring sound in the whole space, like a pool full of golden liquid being overturned, and countless sharp lights flew in all directions, the power could not be described as terrifying.

Liu Qinghuan's figure flashed, avoiding a sharp light that splashed, and looked at the gray wall where the ax struck.

The result was very disappointing. There was only a very shallow cut mark left on the gray wall, which was hard to find without looking carefully.

Mo Xuan's face became a little ugly, and he refused to stop there, manipulating the golden ax to chop out again and again.

Large expanses of golden light exploded, making it impossible for people to get close.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head, the opponent's cultivation base was higher than his, and the golden ax was not of a lower rank, and it couldn't cut through the gray wall, even more so for him.

Seeing that Mo Xuan would not give up for a while, he thought for a while, retreated tens of feet away, created another barrier, took out the broken arrow that he had just won, and started the sacrifice with real fire.

It takes a lot of time to completely refine a magic weapon.But if it only reaches the point where it can be manipulated, it will be very fast.

Since the arrow in the phantom seems to have the ability to shoot the sun and cover the stars, even though it has been broken and there are a few remaining, the power should not be low.

But what surprised him was that the arrow was more difficult to forge than he had expected, and the killing intent attached to the arrow would be enough if he didn't touch it, it would explode suddenly when he touched it.

Liu Qinghuan was anxious, the hungry wind was still blowing, Liu Qinghuan had not been promoted to the empty rank for a long time, although the golden flame outside the Yangshen was far stronger than the same rank, sooner or later it would be completely blown out by the hungry wind.

Once it is completely wiped out, there will only be one result left: the soul flying and the soul scattered.

In such a desperate situation, Liu Qinghuan gritted his teeth, and simply mobilized his whole body's mana to suppress it with a tyrannical and firm will!
Competing with each other, gradually, he developed a wonderful feeling, as if standing on the top of a thousand renminbi, with the wild land under his feet, whether to kill or destroy, all in one thought.

At this moment, the speed of the mental method that has been running on its own is getting faster and faster, and the clear and clean spiritual power flows through the meridians rumbling like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, and a black light flew out of his right eye, landing on the broken arrow!
The originally restless killing intent also suddenly died down, and became much calmer.

On this end, Mo Xuan chopped for a long time, but it only made the shallow mark a little deeper, so he had no choice but to give up.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Liu Qinghuan flying over from a distance, and sighed, "I'm the one who underestimated... Baojing Palace was built by Daoist Wang Ren, who is known as the genius of heaven and earth, and it really didn't find any flaws."

Liu Qinghuan said: "Why don't I try it?"

　The author really wanted to change to writing during the day, but then found that during the day, he had no inspiration, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time, which made people desperate... Everyone, do you have a solution?

　　
　
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