Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 970
A little threatening words, of course, can't make the dove retreat, so it was put in the door smoothly, and the four stone sculptures didn't even mention the challenge.

The sea is still the same sea, dead and lifeless.However, the location where Yanjiu entered was different from Liu Qinghuan's at the beginning. As soon as he raised his head, the towering tower was already within sight.

There was a hint of excitement on Yanjiu's face: "That's right, maybe I can gain a chance while killing that kid, but it's also..."

He suddenly stopped talking, his face changed drastically!

Seeing the gloomy and flat sky a moment ago, the storm suddenly rose, and large swaths of dark clouds rushed in, and the breath of thunder swept across the entire space violently like a violent storm.

Jijiu turned pale with shock: "How could the catastrophe be brought forward!!!"

When a monk cultivates to the Mahayana realm, a catastrophe will come every once in a while, and every time a catastrophe is passed, the power of the catastrophe will double.

Although Mahayana monks are already the supreme existence in the human world, it is extremely difficult for them to transform into immortals.Just like Xue Yi's Taoist who forgets benevolence, I don't know how many major repairs failed to survive the catastrophes that became stronger and stronger again and again, and they lost their lives, and all their honor and disgrace disappeared.

Yanjiu's expression was extremely solemn, and he made a tactic with both hands. Layers of thick black light propped up several defenses, and his hostility rose sharply: "Obviously I calculated that the next catastrophe is still hundreds of years away, how could it suddenly come now?"

He remembered the warning words of those stone carvings before, and his eyes became sharp and suspicious: "Could it be related to that tower?"

However, he didn't have time to guess, he heard a "click" like a shocking explosion, the sky seemed to be split in two from the middle, and a thick purple lightning dragon bombarded down with great power!

"boom!"

The entire sea area trembled, the huge waves surged to the sky, and the thunder destroyed the world!
Here, Yanjiu was caught off guard and forcibly pulled into the catastrophe, while Liu Qinghuan, who was in Sihui Yuan, lived quite peacefully.

Although he found himself back inexplicably hundreds of years ago, even if he wanted to unravel all kinds of mysteries, he had nowhere to start.

The whole Sihuiyuan is immersed in an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere. Everyone here rarely smiles or relaxes. Their expressions are mostly gloomy. The relationship between people is cold and alienated. No one has the desire to talk.

Of course, there are some anomalies among them, such as his fellow prisoner Niu Er.

This person loves to watch the punishment violently, so he usually spends most of his time hanging out with the prison. After he found out that Liu Qinghuan was not with him, he also became indifferent.

Things in the prison were much more leisurely than Liu Qinghuan imagined. Niu Er was responsible for leading people to executions and other errands, so he only made rounds every few days, enduring the violent and irritable demons in the dungeon, and their constant temptations. , provocation, and yelling.

Although she got some information from these people last time, Liu Qinghuan would never naively think that what they said could be believed.What's more, the positions of the two sides are naturally opposed, and it is impossible to communicate amicably.

At other times, he asked Fu Bao to guard outside, and then entered the small cave to avoid the ubiquitous tyrannical atmosphere of Sihuiyuan.

However, the space in the Songxi Cave Sky Map is still a bit small, and it is not suitable for cultivating the Immortal Body. This technique will attract the power of heaven and earth when practicing, and the map is full of various delicate elixir, which is very harmful to the world. The power is extremely sensitive.

Liu Qinghuan took out the eight-character sword formula again, and began to comprehend the heart character formula.

Counting it, he has been practicing Bazi Sword Jue since the Foundation Establishment period, and it has been 800 years now.But because the difficulty of this sword art jumps up as you practice it later, and he is not a real swordsman, and he usually does not lack the means to fight, so he is a little lazy to practice the sword art.

Now he has completed five zijue, and there are only three left. Among them, the two zijue of Mie and Wu are also extremely powerful moves, only Xinzijue can be practiced.

In addition to practicing, Liu Qinghuan would occasionally go out to have a look.In addition to prisons, prisons, and Huafanchi, there are several halls in Sihuiyuan, and there is also a place where monks can trade among them.

During a visit, Liu Qinghuan found that sometimes novel things would appear inside, and she couldn't find anything else to do, so she would go for a stroll.

On this day, when he walked into that hall again, he was surprised to see that there were many people gathered in the hall that was a bit deserted in the past.

Liu Qinghuan stood still on the outside, and heard the people in front ask anxiously: "Why haven't you come yet? Could it be that you won't come?"

Someone nearby replied: "Yes, this hour has already arrived in the past, what's going on today?"

"I've run out of elixir in my hand. If this supply is cut off, there's really no way to stay in this ghost place!"

Liu Qinghuan spotted a monk with a familiar face, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, why are you all here?"

"What else can it be!" The man replied: "It is already miserable enough for us to come to Sihuiyuan as an errand, it is impossible to delay the future path, so every once in a while there will be various pills , spiritual materials and other things are shipped from outside, and the right is our compensation, and you only need to buy spiritual stones that are much lower than the normal price."

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, Si Huiyuan would still pay these monks quite generous salaries, but he didn't expect such good things to happen later, so it was a coincidence that he came today.

While waiting, the door of the inner hall opened with a "squeak", and a young male cultivator with a pale face came out, clasped his hands and said with a smile: "I've kept you waiting for a long time, everything is ready, please go Choose."

The others didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and they rushed in the door. The male cultivator showed a trace of contempt in his eyes, smiled helplessly, and stood aside.

Liu Qinghuan followed the crowd into the inner hall, and saw that there were several long stone platforms in the spacious hall, and there were many things placed on them in different categories, because they were all used by empty-rank monks, most of them were shining with aura, and they were of good quality. for extraordinary.

Among them, medicine pills, spiritual materials, magic tools and other things are the most popular, and they are soon full of people.

Liu Qinghuan took a look from behind, most of them were just needed for ordinary cultivation, so she didn't fight with them, but casually checked among the stone platforms.

When I got to the innermost platform, there was nothing else on this platform except for a few classics and two or three jade slips.

He picked up one first, flipped through it a bit, found that it was not suitable for his cultivation, then put it down again, and casually picked up a jade slip next to it.

This jade slip was actually a bit heavy to hand, and as soon as the divine sense penetrated in, some messy dotted lines slowly emerged in front of my eyes.

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment: Mixian Wen?
Before he could continue to look down, a voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to practice Secret Immortal Glyph?"

(End of this chapter)