The first thousand one hundred and seventy-ninth chapters
Based on Liu Qinghuan's superficial understanding of monsters, he only knew that heavenly demons were equivalent to the combined cultivation level of human cultivators, and the higher level was the demon ancestors, which were equivalent to Mahayana monks.
This was the first time he saw such a high-level real demon, and he couldn't help but look at her carefully. He saw her sitting on a high, half-collapsed wall. It seemed that it should have been the defensive wall here, with a bright red clothing store.
He was lying on the ground, his eyes were as black as sandalwood, and his white hair hanging down to his heels was flying in the wind, giving him a feeling of harsh and sad beauty.
A Jiaoqin was placed on her lap. As it was plucked, the strings lit up with dim light one after another, hanging like a gossamer, and the sky was cool and cool.
Suddenly, she raised her head and met Liu Qinghuan with precise eyes. A cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said: "I asked you why so many new plants suddenly grew at this pass today, but it turns out that someone new has arrived.
Then let me try how much you weigh!"
As she spoke, she plucked her hand, and a dim light suddenly appeared on the strings, followed by a clanking sound like an iron horse!
Liu Qinghuan watched with an indifferent expression as a ripple appeared in the air, running toward him as fast as lightning, and with a movement of his sleeves——
However, before he could make a move, Qingyue's sword whistle broke through the clang, and a blue sword light passed across. In an instant, it was like mountains and mountains, waves of light flooded, and the sky was filled with sword shadows.
"White-haired witch, your opponent is me!" Yan Zi stood up with his sword in hand and said in a cold voice: "It seems that you didn't learn enough lessons last time. Now that you are in jail again, I will not let you escape again!"
The white-haired witch fiddled with the strings as if carelessly, and said sarcastically: "You didn't bother me last time, did you? The injury healed so quickly?"
"No need to bother!" Yan Zixu shouted loudly. Under his feet, a picture of ten thousand swords spread out like a fan, and boundless sword energy burst out.
At this moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from behind. Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw clouds of smoke and dust rising from the depths of Xiangzi Pass. The exploding spiritual light flew past like clouds, and there were several more explosions in succession!
Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with surprise: What kind of formation was broken?
Yan Zixu quickly withdrew his sword, with a ferocious look on his face: "You are cheating!"
"Hahahaha!" The white-haired witch looked up to the sky and laughed, her charming eyes fluttering: "Don't you know that we demons are very grudge-y. Last time, I was hurt by you without realizing it, and I hate you so much in my heart. This
When I come back, of course I will find helpers. Anyway, the demons don’t have any rules that require single combat, so I didn’t expect you to find helpers too, tsk tsk..."
Yan Zixu snorted coldly, ignored her, and looked at Liu Qinghuan: "Fellow Taoist Qinglin!"
"You go ahead." Liu Qinghuan immediately answered: "Look at what happened over there. In addition, you are also needed in the customs. As for here, leave it to me."
"Thank you very much!" Yan Zixu had some hesitation on his face, but he had no other choice, so he nodded and said: "Be careful, this white-haired witch has a cunning heart, and the music of the piano also implies bewitchment, and her murderous intention is unprovoked, so don't do it.
Got her way."
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist."
After a few more hurried explanations, Yan Zixu hurried to the depths of Yanzi Pass.
When he disappeared, Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw the white-haired witch smiling at him: "Would you like to go and have a look too? I'm not in a hurry."
Liu Qinghuan's eyes fell on her fingers painted with bright red cinnamon. As she picked and plucked the strings, a dark shadow slipped from her fingers and submerged into the ground. The ground seemed to be smeared with ink, and a large area became black without realizing it.
The space had quietly spread to his feet.
Behind her, black mist billowed, and the demonic energy surged endlessly with the sound of the piano.
Liu Qinghuan looked at his feet calmly, and a seed popped out, with a flash of green light. When it hit the ground, the light was forcibly extinguished by the darkness, making it impossible to sprout and grow.
"Ouch!" The monsters howled loudly. Those monsters that had just climbed up from the cliff felt as if their power had suddenly increased when they stepped on such land. They no longer took detours and dared to go directly towards Liu Qinghuan.
Rushing over!
Liu Qinghuan curled up his lips and took out the Sword Intent of Life and Death without hesitation. The sword light flashed slightly, and the sword turned into his will. Green lines like branches suddenly appeared and spread rapidly along the back of his hand.
Liu Qinghuan grabbed another cloth bag from his sleeve, raised it casually, and several seeds flew out. Each one was wrapped in thick green air and filled with extremely powerful vitality. They took root as soon as they fell to the ground and sprouted like crazy.
high.
Just as the ground stained by ink quickly became mottled, wherever there were seeds growing, a circle of holes would appear, and fresh greenery would flourish. Those monsters had already been entangled in the branches and leaves before they could reach Liu Qinghuan, and they jumped on them.
Fall to the ground.
The white-haired Demon Goddess had a look on her face: Who the hell is this person? He can actually make plants and trees grow on the Demonic soil. Moreover, looking at the vibrant appearance of those plants and trees, it is obvious that they are not affected by the Demonic Qi at all.
She took a deep look at Liu Qinghuan and asked leisurely: "Who are you? I have never seen you before. Did you come to Moyunya recently?"
Liu Qinghuan's men paused and looked at her: "I don't like to chat when fighting with the enemy, so if you want to chat, why don't we chat slowly after the fight is over?"
The white-haired witch's face turned cold, and she tried again impatiently: "I'm afraid that after the beating, you won't have a chance to speak again!"
The sound of the piano suddenly became louder, like a sudden downpour of rain, or like thousands of troops trampling the Milky Way, and the torrential sound waves descended from top to bottom, covering the whole world!
Liu Qinghuan was not polite to her. He didn't seem to hear the increasingly impatience of the piano music. He only slowly raised his steps. Every time he took a step forward, a green lotus bloomed under his feet. This time, there was no need for seeds, but vegetation.
Flying into life, spiritual flowers bloom, and the decayed and desolate earth regains its vitality.
He walked towards the cliff step by step, and the face of the white-haired witch sitting on the broken wall was filled with murderous intent and anger, as well as a trace of deep horror.
This person dared to ignore her so much, as if she didn't exist, and walked forward as if he was minding his own business, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the scene under Moyun Cliff.
What puzzled her the most was that this man's cultivation level was obviously not much higher than hers. Why was he so calm and able to neutralize all her attacks so easily?!
What she didn't know was that Liu Qinghuan had experienced too many battles in which the weak defeated the strong in the past. In addition, his strength was much stronger than those of the same level, so a battle of this level could no longer tug at his heartstrings.
Looking at the man who behaved so calmly and calmly, the white-haired witch felt a sudden fear in her heart. She began to have some doubts and felt helpless when facing a powerful enemy that she was unable to fight against.
Naturally, she couldn't be willing to lose like this, so she started sobbing and resenting again as soon as the music played under her hand.
I saw that her hair was flying and fluttering, but the red dress on her body was extremely conspicuous. In the mist of devilish aura, she was like a blooming Bianhua flower beside the underworld, blooming in a very bright color.
It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan is an elm-headed person who doesn't understand appreciation, and has no sense of the false affection in the music. He only raised his head to look at the darkening sky, then took out the Qianqiu Samsara Pen, and the tip of the pen went down like a sword.
One stroke!
Raging sea waves, turbulent underground rivers, the magical realm built with the sound of the piano was forcibly broken open, and all the swaying charming lights and shadows were shattered like bubbles in a dream.
Liu Qinghuan had another string of beads in his hand.