The first thousand one hundred and fifty-five chapters
The entire hall seemed to become extremely vast and boundless. The walls, roof beams, columns, everything was shrouded in the curling green smoke.
Time, space, confusing, weird people, occasional shouts or fighting sounds coming from a certain direction, roosters and pheasants ambush, gods hiding and ghosts ambush.
Unable to find the palace gate, Jianzhi Yuzun said that he saw a new character on the square tripod, so Liu Qinghuan thought about it again and again and gave up the idea of leaving.
However, there were only a few dozen steps from the palace gate to the Fang Ding in the center of the palace, but he and Zhenzhen seemed to be walking in an unfathomable quagmire. Let alone Fang Ding, they almost lost their direction.
"Can you stop..." Liu Qinghuan stopped and said in embarrassment and helplessness: "Don't pull it so tightly? I won't be able to move one hand. If I encounter that kind of weirdo again, I might not be able to deal with it."
"Ah? Oh!" Yuzun let go after hearing this, but a sudden loud bang from the side made her hug his arm tightly again.
Liu Qinghuan looked over there and saw smoke surging, like a surging sea of clouds. When they rushed over, there was no one there.
"It's that kind of monster again." He frowned and noticed the green blood splashing everywhere on the ground, and there were still many marks of slashing with knives: "Did Guigui kill that weirdo?"
The old guy really hid it well. The opponent could cast the Time Forbidden Technique, but looking at the huge pool of blood, even if he didn't die, he would probably be seriously injured.
Liu Qinghuan thought to himself, and suddenly felt something behind him, and the Muxu Sword flew out without thinking!
With a sound of brushing, the smoke disappeared, and a ferocious face was revealed, it was that weird man.
I saw that he was in a mess all over, with smelly green blood dripping to the ground. Several extra arms suddenly appeared on his back, and they were unevenly formed, some were long, some were short, some were thick, some were thin.
Like a deformed looking spider.
It was not as if the opponent was deliberately ambushing behind him and preparing for a sneak attack. He seemed to be startled. As soon as the fog covering his traces was dispersed, he hurriedly got up from the ground.
Liu Qinghuan noticed that among the five or six hands behind the other party, there was no one holding a round drum. Instead, there was a half-broken arm. He didn't know if it was the original one.
So the other party can no longer slow down time?
Liu Qinghuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt strange again and couldn't help but take a closer look.
This weirdo's body is like randomly picking up some limbs from a mass grave, adding a head, and then pieced it together. It looks very clumsy and abrupt.
But now, this sudden feeling became even stronger. It was as if his whole body was squeezed into a twisted tube, but he still managed to keep it from falling apart. It was also like a wax man being roasted on a fire, and his whole body was about to collapse.
It was like melting, green pus and blood flowed drippingly, and the whole face drooped downwards, and the facial features also fell down.
Liu Qinghuan frowned: How did Gui Bugui beat him into such a ghostly state? It was too unsightly. And what about the others, let alone losing both sides, they also escaped, right?
His whereabouts are unknown, and now he has bumped into a weirdo. They met on a narrow road. No nonsense, fight!
A green light suddenly bloomed in his hand, and he destroyed the virtual sword again. The ice-like sword intention converged to only a trace of cold light. It was like a flying feather, or like the sun splitting through dark clouds, trying to kill all the ugliness under the sun.
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The weird man was still grinning with teeth and teeth, and suddenly stretched out a hand from the side of his head, with a bulging in the palm of his hand...
It was a compound eye that was only found in insects. The densely packed pupils were like neatly arranged small holes. The Muxu Sword was similar to the invisible sword light. At this time, it was reflected very clearly in those pupils, as if
The swords are divided into ten thousand ways, and each one is pointed directly at the opponent's forehead.
But the next moment, Liu Qinghuan's expression suddenly became serious: the connection between him and Muxu Sword was suddenly interrupted!
And all the sword light turned into substance in an instant, flying out from those pupils, each one as fine as an ice needle, the sword intent increased even more, and it rushed like a torrential rain!
Liu Qinghuan knows the power of the Xuxu Sword best. This sword has followed him for many years and has helped him kill enemies with higher cultivation levels than him many times. At this time, it not only lost control, but also backfired!
"Huh!" Liu Qinghuan snorted coldly, and the golden virtual fire burst into flames. In the golden light, a huge shadow appeared behind him, with cold eyebrows, not angry but powerful, looking down at the fast-shooting figure from mid-air.
The coming sword light.
"Hush~~" Qingyue's distant sword cry began to respond. A long sword like an ice edge was revealed under his strong call. The sword body trembled and rippled in circles, and all the bright sword lights followed.
It shook and dispersed a pool of Yaoguang.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Liu Qinghuan's lips: He doesn't know what other people's magical weapons are like, but no one can take away his completely refined magical weapons from his hands, not even the Mahayana monks!
The weirdo's throat rattled twice, and his two eyes that were about to fall to his chin were hanging back and forth. The compound eye in the palm of his shoulder exploded with a "pop" sound, and at the same time, the Xuejie Sword and the Wandao Sword exploded.
The awns turned around together, like the Milky Way rolling back, the floods pouring out, and they came back with a bang!
The other party gave a strange cry, turned around and ran away, escaping into the surging smoke.
Liu Qinghuan's heart suddenly turned, and she shouted to Zhenzhen: "Chase!"
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Liu Qinghuan is the best at this kind of thing. Now that the weirdo is seriously injured and the magic weapon that can control time has been lost, it is a good time to take advantage of it and chase him.
There is no need to look for it deliberately, the green blood on the weirdo's body is flowing all the way. Just follow the blood trail and you can catch him.
Running quickly through the smoke, the wind whistled in their ears, but they didn't expect that they could not find Fang Ding after searching for a long time. Under the leadership of the weirdo, they finally found it.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly thought of something, and the Muxu Sword came out again, and shouted: "Zhenzhen, help me stop him together!"
But it was already too late, and they saw the man rushing up to the cauldron, disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the Muxu Sword struck him in the air, only to make a loud knocking sound from the cauldron.
Liu Qinghuan immediately landed on the tripod and glanced at it: This tripod has a lid, but the lid is not closed properly, and the edge is staggered, and the billowing smoke comes from it.
Looking in from the edge, the inside of the cauldron is deep and black, and seems to have no bottom. The green smoke cannot feel the slightest temperature, but is wet, cold, and has a faint fishy smell.
"Don't think that the weirdo's lair is in this cauldron, right?" Liu Qinghuan guessed, "Does he want to enter the cauldron?"
He thought for a while and felt that it was too risky to continue like this. He turned to Zhenzhen and asked her to read all the characters that he had not read before.
If that kind of character has nothing to do with weirdos, it would be as if someone is specifically showing them the way. It's just that the intention is good or bad, and it's hard to tell.
But no matter good or bad, if there is only one road ahead, even if it is full of knives, you have to step on it.
"What's more... you won't really die if you die on this mountain anyway." Liu Qinghuan said to himself, "There is no need to be very cautious."
Soon, Zhenzhen assumed that strange posture again. She touched the cauldron with one hand for a moment, but she didn't see any movement. The cauldron suddenly sank two inches, and a "click" sound was heard not far away.
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Liu Qinghuan turned around and looked, but a door slid open on a dragon pillar that was as thick as two people's arms.