Liu Qinghuan never expected to encounter a sneak attack here, and was even touched behind his back. He only discovered it after Xiao Hei reminded him!
As soon as he turned around, the opponent's face was almost a foot away. The pupils in his cold vertical eyes were shrunk smaller than the tips of needles. A scream was heard in the air, and claws were tearing at his face.
Liu Qinghuan's expression condensed, and his palms were quickly covered with a thick layer of green gold light, and he grabbed the opponent's arm!
With a "bang" sound, the sharp claw was forcibly stopped, only half an inch away from his face, but could not get any further.
"Crack, click..."
In the almost frozen atmosphere, there was a soft sound. Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes slightly and saw thin black ice crystals rapidly condensing out of the place where he held the opponent's arm, and an extremely cold feeling came from under his palm.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, flashed the sword in his other hand, and sent it forward without any fancy!
The other party struggled hard, but found that the grabbed arm was like an iron clamp. There was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. He could not shake Liu Qinghuan's hand at all, and his pupils suddenly shrank again!
His face seemed to melt in the next moment, his facial features drooped and shifted, turning into a chaotic mass, and his body melted like ice and snow, and the whole person quickly turned into an ethereal wet mist.
"Hmph!" Liu Qinghuan snorted coldly, spitting out the sword intent of the Fusheng Sword, slashing hard at the opponent before escaping, leaving a cloud of mist behind, and then stirred it up, and then it disappeared.
The remaining mist condensed into a human shape in the distance again, and half of his shoulders and one arm were missing. He couldn't help but roared in shock and anger, but there was a trace of imperceptible fear in his expression.
Liu Qinghuan glanced at him coldly, but did not pursue him. Instead, he turned around and patted Xiao Hei, who was facing a formidable enemy: "Where is Fubao?"
"Master, I'm here."
Fu Bao emerged from the jungle on the side and quickly slipped to his side.
After taking back the two spiritual beasts, he raised his head and asked thoughtfully: "Who are you, and why did you ambush me here?"
The slight spatial fluctuations had subsided. One person appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, blocking his way. Together with the person behind him, almost all his escape routes were blocked.
The person on the left is a woman, with a body like a ghost, a breath like a gossamer, and a haggard appearance. Her face is whiter than paper against the pale robe. However, where she stands, the original lush green grass has dried up and turned yellow.
, the land also became scorched black, and there was a vague and terrifying heat surging under the surface.
Liu Qinghuan was surprised, it was actually a female demon?
Such things as demons can be classified as monsters and ghosts. Wherever they go, there will be severe drought. There is no green for thousands of miles in the red land, so they are also called drought demons. Their rank among demons and ghosts is extremely high, and the rank of female demons is even higher.
There is a saying that the corpse was initially a demon, and then turned into a beast.
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The other one, however, was built with a heavy back and a rather ugly face. Two sharp fangs as thick as a finger protruded from the corners of his mouth, and a fierce look came towards his face, clearly showing his identity as a demon cultivator.
He looked Liu Qinghuan up and down, with a hint of ferocity on his face: "Are you Qingmu Liu Qinghuan? Why, you don't hide in your sect like a turtle, but I have caught you!"
Liu Qinghuan also looked at the three people who had obviously come with bad intentions, a female demon and two demon cultivators. Their cultivation levels were all above the empty level, and she understood a little bit.
"In the world of all spirits, the people of the Dijian tribe..."
The other party was a little surprised and let out a hissing laugh: "You know me? However, I inherit the blood of the mythical beast Jian, not some earthly Jong with impure blood!"
Liu Qinghuan didn't bother to care about whether his blood was pure or not. A coldness flashed in his eyes and he said: "So these days, you are the ones who have been sneaking around outside our Wenshi sect. I really want to know, who is affiliated with Jiuyou?" Why did the people from the world of spirits sneak into Yunmengze, and what is their conspiracy?"
And they actually sent three people to block him. This battle was quite big. He secretly assessed the opponent's strength in his heart, and the thunder meter in his sleeve slipped into his palm.
"Oh, it turns out that we've been discovered." The demon cultivator scratched his head nonchalantly: "Just discovered it, right? Conspiracy? Haha, you deserve it!"
He took two steps forward carelessly and said in a arrogant tone: "I ask you, did you go to Jiuyouyou Pass a few years ago!"
Liu Qinghuan's heart sank, thinking of some possibility, but with no expression on his face, he slowly said: "So what."
The other party said arrogantly: "Master Yujiu, the Mahayana Demon Lord of our realm, once went to look for you, but he has not turned back these years. Let me ask you, have you ever seen him?"
Liu Qinghuan secretly said, "Sure enough," but felt very annoyed in her heart.
Is this thing going to be over? How long has it been since Yujiu was dead, and related things keep coming to our door? It’s just endless trouble!
But Yujiu is actually from the World of All Spirits? Well, judging from his name, it makes sense that he was born in the World of All Spirits, which has many bloodlines of monsters and beasts.
He sneered: "Fellow Taoist, this sounds ridiculous. The Mahayana Demon Lord of your world has disappeared. Why don't you come to me, a little Yinxuyang Realm monk, to ask? What virtue and ability do I have to know a Mahayana Demon Lord?" The whereabouts of each other, and I have never seen each other."
He slowly moved his neck and said: "What's more, it's only been a few years. Maybe the Great Master is just hiding in that corner to practice in seclusion, and maybe he will be out of seclusion in a thousand or eight hundred years." ."
The man said flatly: "Impossible! Now at the end of the war season in the Mingshan War Territory, everything is busy, and the Master is in charge of important matters. He needs to preside over and make decisions. It is absolutely impossible to retreat at this time!"
He shouted loudly: "Boy, I advise you to be honest and don't drink wine as a penalty! At the beginning, the Master made it clear that he was going to look for you personally, and then he never came back. You don't know who knows!"
Liu Qinghuan said with a frightened look on his face: "What do you mean, do you think I can't kill him?"
The other party looked at him in disbelief: "Are you crazy? With your cultivation level, killing a Mahayana monk is a big dream!"
Then he really had a spring and autumn dream, hahaha!
Liu Qinghuan laughed heartily. Before he entered Yin Yang Xutian, Yujiu probably never thought that a series of coincidences and encounters would form a chain reaction, and he would eventually die in his hands.
Probably only in magical places like Yin Yang Xutian, such unbelievable things would happen. But in the outside world, no matter how crazy a person is, no one would believe that he can kill Yujiu.
"Isn't that enough?" Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "So you come to me to ask, it really makes no sense. How can I, a small cultivator, know the whereabouts of the Mahayana Demon Lord?"
The man's expression flickered and he was silent for a moment. His eyes wandered over him and he said: "We just don't understand why the Master is obsessed with tracking the whereabouts of you, a little cultivator. He has sent people to Wanhu Realm several times, and later personally I’m going to look for you...could it be that you have some secret that even Mahayana monks care about?"