Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 979
Having experienced countless times of his own death in the illusion, and even found a chance to fight back, Liu Qinghuan's state of mind was calm at this time, and he calmly watched the ashes fly out of the Ten Thousand Trees' Nectar Bottle and landed on the ground. On the dove!

Seeing that the originally closed eyes of the dove suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes were sharp and cruel, but in the next moment they became scattered, turned their heads in confusion, and then relaxed their frowning brows.

Liu Qinghuan was suddenly overjoyed and quickly took it away. Although the majestic aura generated by the Xixiu wood and the Mitian tree had a strong confusing effect, it once fascinated the yellow throat of the demon cultivator at the fusion stage, but the dove, as the former As a Mahayana monk, his profound cultivation base is far beyond what Huang Hou can match, so he dare not take it lightly at this time.

The time left for him may be extremely short, Liu Qinghuan opened the ring on the little finger of his left hand, and a misty flame floated out.

As soon as the fire appeared, there was a "buzz" sound from all around, and the monsters hiding in the darkness scattered and disappeared in an instant.

The pure lotus robs the spiritual fire, which is dedicated to burning the yin and filth of the heart.Anyone who can pass through this fire without dying can be sanctified physically.

Liu Qinghuan had no distractions, carefully kept a distance from the Jinglian Jielinghuo, and waved her hand.

The blue flames flew out flutteringly, as if a gust of wind could blow them out, it looked quiet and docile, but it concealed extremely terrifying power.

boom!
The pain of burning the soul made the dove wake up from the confusion, but it was too late, as long as it was touched with the spiritual fire of the lotus, the filth of the heart would not be extinguished, and the orthodox monks dared not say that their lives were bright Honesty, not to mention magic repair.

"Ahhh!"

Yanjiu screamed in pain, his body rolled in the bursting flames, his black feathers danced wildly in the sky, and rays of light from magic formulas shot out from it.

Liu Qinghuan backed away in shock, no matter how many times he watched this scene, it still shocked him.In terms of rank, Jinglian Jielinghuo does not rank particularly high among the different fires, but because of its characteristics, no one dares to mess with it.

He decided to stay a little further away, and was about to put away the stone tablet hanging by his side, when he accidentally glanced at it, but saw a few lines of writing appearing on it at some point, looking up was the word "鸤鸡"!
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help being surprised, and was waiting to take a closer look. Perhaps the dove at the other end understood that his situation was hopeless, so he suddenly gave up struggling and rushed towards him with flames all over his body.

"Hey!"

At such a time, this person is still ruthless, all he wants to do is kill him!
As soon as the stele was put away, Liu Qinghuan's figure flickered, and she flew upwards quickly with the ground shrinking technique.

At this time, Yanjiu was at the end of its strength, and after chasing for a while, it slowed down, and streams of filthy jet-black water burst out from its body, and were burned in the Jinglianjie Spiritual Fire.

After making sure that the other party couldn't catch up, Liu Qinghuan stopped and looked back. The blazing blue fire was extremely conspicuous in the darkness, and it lasted for a while before the fire gradually diminished.

Jijiu, who has been astonished all his life, was seriously injured by the sudden catastrophe. He was imprisoned in Sihuiyuan for many years but couldn't heal his injuries.

In the end, even his cultivation base of thousands of years was completely destroyed, and even his life was lost at the hands of Liu Qinghuan, whose cultivation base was far lower than his.

It can only be said that he shouldn't have disregarded the advice of the four stone sculptures outside the altar, insisted on stepping into the tower, and embarked on this unlucky journey to his death.

The enemy was dead, Liu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel any joy, instead, he felt an unspeakable sense of sadness.

He stretched out his hand and put the Jinglian Jieling Fire, which had recovered into a small flame, back into the ring on his little finger. He suddenly remembered the tablet of cause and effect, and took it out of the sea of ​​consciousness, only to see that there was only "鸤" left on it. Dove" word.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan showed doubts on his face, and brushed his finger on the cold stone surface: "What does this mean?"

I saw that the word "鸤鸡" didn't disappear slowly like before, but each stroke was covered with fine cracks, and then disappeared like a wind blowing.

"Does this mean that all the karma between me and the dove is over now?"

Liu Qinghuan touched the stone tablet that was already empty, and guessed in his heart.However, he hasn't figured out the details of this monument yet, so whether it is related to the way of cause and effect is just a guess.

No matter what, after the death of Jijiu, no one doubted that the fairy treasure was on him, and they chased him relentlessly.

There were rustling sounds not far away, and the monsters that had been scared away by the Jinglian Jieling Spirit Fire came back again. Liu Qinghuan restrained her mind, looked at the endless abyss below her, and flew up.

This abyss gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. In just a few breaths before, he and Yanjiu were pulled into the illusion at the same time. If they stay any longer, maybe something weird will happen, so it's better to leave quickly.

He flew back to the dirt bridge, and just took two steps forward when he suddenly found that the door that he couldn't get close to had become much clearer.

Two stone pillars stand alone in the void, heavy and solid, above which there is a majestic gatehouse, revealing a vicissitudes and rough antiquity, in the middle there is a square stone like a city gate, on which There is a Mixian script composed of dotted lines.

And beside the door, there are still two fierce stone sculptures.

Liu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, carefully identifying the secret fairy texts: "Yin Yang... Ruins... Heaven..."

Yin Yang market?

I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

He checked his memory, and a look of shock gradually appeared on his face: "This place is actually the Yin Yang Market!"

If it was Liu Qinghuan from the past, he would not know where the Yinyang Market was, but he later went to Qingming, and then to the Sangu Mountain in the Nine Heavens, and joined the Banshan Academy, so he had the opportunity to see some unexplored people in the library tower of the Academy. Rare ancient books circulated in the outside world.

In a book of prehistoric tales, there was such a very rough record: There is a city called Yin Yang Ruin Tian, ​​which exists between Yin and Yang, and ends on the other side of life and death, co-existing with the past and the present.

Seeing such words at the time, Liu Qinghuan was deeply surprised, but at the same time felt impossible: how can there be such a strange place where the past and the present coexist?
Fearing that he would admit his mistake, he turned over and read the secret immortal inscription on the door lintel several times, but "Yin Yang" is a very common word even in secret immortal inscription, it is absolutely impossible to admit it wrong.

Filled with shock and doubt, Liu Qinghuan walked forward, approaching the stone gate step by step.

At this moment, the stone sculptures standing on both sides of the door moved together, one of them creaked and turned its head, with two strong lights on the place where the eyes were, and roared like thunder: "Who is coming!"

(End of this chapter)