The first thousand two hundred and ninety-eight chapters bet
Seeing the other party take out the magic weapon, Liu Qinghuan's expression became solemn.
Tu Shang should have passed through the seventh stage of the Immortal Immortality Tribulation in the later stage of Mahayana. The Seventh Path of Immortal Ascension Tribulation is a big hurdle for Mahayana monks, and their strength will make a qualitative leap and a big leap.
So this battle may be a little difficult.
Although the opponent kept saying that he was just trying him out, the situation seemed to be similar to Lian Zhen's battle, but that time it was in Qingwei Tianxuanyue Cave, and Qing Ming and the Mahayana were watching in the audience, so it was still a good match.
Friendly discussion.
But this time, it was probably the Land of Ten Thousand Ancestors and the group that finally attracted the attention and attention of Jiuyou. Those Mahayana Demon Lords who were occupying each side no longer waited and watched. The Lord Wuyuan Demon Lord of You Mansion should be the first one to come to the door.
indivual.
But he didn't feel any kindness when the other party intercepted him halfway, he only felt offended, so he had no intention of saving face for the other party from the beginning. Even if he had to face a late Mahayana monk, he would never back down!
However, Tu Shang seemed to want to compete with him in Taoist skills, so Liu Qinghuan put away the Immortal Killing Spear, and the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen appeared in his hand.
At this time, a muffled "thunk" sound was heard from the opposite mountain. Tu Shang slammed his bone staff on the ground, and a circle of gray gas spread rapidly in all directions. After that, the earth seemed to have been wiped out of all color.
Completely reduced to gray.
All the withered vegetation turned into ashes, and the birds, insects and beasts in the mountains that had no time to escape fell instantly after coming into contact with the gray gas.
The mountains and forests collapsed, and the earth became silent.
"Great Nirvana Technique!"
Liu Qinghuan's expression was stern, and he drew the Qianqiu Samsara Pen in front of him to block the invisible intention of death. However, his eyes turned slightly and his brows couldn't help but frown.
Those cold star monks who had just arrived were crowded on a hilltop in the distance. They thought they were far away, but they didn't know that after the power of the Mahayana monks' spells was spread, the area was extremely wide, and even a trace was enough to crush them to death.
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At this time, all of their faces were pale, and the excitement they had felt from watching the excitement had completely disappeared, leaving only panic and confusion. They were so frightened that they even forgot to run for their lives.
"Why bother..." Liu Qinghuan sighed softly, and the brush strokes of Qianqiu Samsara drew a long arc, and a mighty river meandered away. Before the gray air reached them, it stretched across the two rivers.
between squares.
"You want to save them? The Lengxing Realm seems to belong to our Jiuyou territory, right?" Tu Shang said expressionlessly, the bone staff in his hand hit hard again, and the gray gas was even bigger like a sea of clouds, and the aura of death was
More intense.
There was a creaking sound, which was the sound of the river freezing. The gray air filled the Styx, and the biting cold had already dispersed. Several cold star monks fell to the ground with pale faces!
"You Qingming people are still so hypocritical. Weren't you very decisive when you killed people just now? Why don't you show mercy?"
Liu Qinghuan's feet were full of spring at some point. The scorched earth burned by the Innate Five Elements Thunder Fruit was filled with new vitality, with lush vegetation and wild flowers covering the ground.
"I killed people before because if I didn't kill them, they would kill me." Liu Qinghuan raised his hand and pointed, and Qingyi spread out like a green blanket towards the river: "But now I save them because they are innocent."
"Innocent?" Tu Shang was startled, and then he laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke. The more he thought about it, the more funny he felt: "Hahaha, what an innocent person!"
He suddenly stopped laughing: "In this case, we might as well make a bet. As long as you save any one of them, you will win and I will turn around and leave. But if these people all die, you will come back with me."
Youfu!"
Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly: "It's inappropriate to use other people's lives as bets."
The Lengxing Realm is just a middle realm, and the highest cultivation level in the realm does not exceed that of the combined body. The cultivation levels of these monks who came from Tinglan City to watch the excitement are even more unbearable. There is not even an empty step, and there are quite a few of them. Not to mention
There were also dozens of people.
Liu Qinghuan has killed many people, but he will never indulge his desire to kill and kill others indiscriminately for no reason.
What's more, dozens of human lives are just dozens of karma, so why bother to be contaminated by these meaningless karma.
"It's not up to you!" Tu Shang shouted, lifting the bone staff, the skull on the staff opened its mouth, and a gray light flew towards the low-level monks.
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The ghost's cry sounded loudly, gradually became more and more shrill, and then suddenly became silent, as if it was being strangled by the throat. Everyone within a thousand miles died, and the earth lost its voice!
All the cultivators in the Lengxing Realm were silent. The huge difference in realms prevented them from even thinking about escaping. There seemed to be an invisible wall surrounding them, trapping them in the middle. They could only wait for death.
A trace of anger flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, but he finally couldn't hold it back. He flashed into the air, and the Qianqiu Samsara Pen quickly drew an ink mark. The ink mark struck down like a sword peak, cutting off the gray light.
The gray light dispersed directly, but in turn covered the ink mark, and the sound of tearing came, like the space was shattering, and it was like the collapse of life and death.
Liu Qinghuan felt a gloomy wind blowing towards him. His complexion changed, blue light flashed quickly between his fingers, the magic formula quickly took shape, and he grabbed Xu Nowhere!
"Poof!" A small gray snake with a whole body was caught by him. The sharp snake head screamed like a ghost, but the snake's tail wrapped around his finger.
Liu Qinghuan felt a bone-chilling coldness, and the finger that was entangled was stained with a grayish color, like a withered branch, and its vitality was rapidly draining away.
"You like life, don't you?" He smiled coldly, and the pure green wood energy surged out crazily, and his whole hand was covered by the rich green energy.
With a "pop" sound, the gray snake was exploded, its body split open from the inside, and turned into powder and dissipated between his fingers.
Seeing this scene, Tu Shang's face turned gloomy, but when he turned his eyes, a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
Frightened cries came from below, and at some unknown distance, ghosts appeared behind the cold star realm monks, wearing armor made of Yin evil energy. Each one was eight feet tall, burly and strong, and jumped in
Being among the crowd is like a wolf among sheep.
Almost in the blink of an eye, several monks were brutally killed by the Yin Ghost's claws, with blood splashing and broken limbs falling everywhere.
The cultivation level of those monks is too low, and the Yin ghosts are at least above the level of Ghost King, so they have no resistance at all.
Liu Qinghuan was furious. He raised his hand and pointed. The green carpet on the ground that had been silently competing for territory with Tushang's gray and white domain suddenly grew in anger. The towering trees almost shot up into the sky in a few breaths. Countless vines broke out of the ground and crackled.
The miso grew to be as thick as an arm, and they began to wring their hands at the ghosts.
A bang-bang-bang explosion sounded instantly, and the Yin ghost was quickly strangled and transformed into Yin Qi again, but was washed away by the Qinglin falling like a majestic heavy rain and could no longer condense.
And those monks who were already on the verge of death suddenly woke up and happily felt that their bodies were filled with strength again, and even their broken arms grew back!