The stone door fell, as if it blocked everything that happened in the outside world, and Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
This is actually to express an attitude, letting Jiguang, the Forsaken of Heaven, know that he will not participate in anything that happens in Senluo Palace. He is just a bystander, accepting the mission of Heavenly Dao to extradite the souls here.
Therefore, he made an agreement with Jiguang that he would perform his duties every once in a while, and the other party could not stop him.
This is also the reason why he can no longer hide with the Upright Shadowlessness, and why he must contact Jiguang: there will be a lot of noise when extraditing the souls, and if you act rashly, it can easily be regarded as a threat and attack.
After asking for a large empty palace, Liu Qinghuan rested for a few more days to restore his magic power to its optimal state and began to extradite the souls for the first time.
He stood on the side of the ship, with circles of ripples centered on him, slowly spreading in all directions. The surrounding walls and ground seemed to be immersed in water, with sparkling waves everywhere and blue-white lotus flowers blooming.
Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. When he opened the Taoist realm for the first time, he saw lotus flowers blooming, which meant that his state of mind had some different perceptions, and the Taoist realm would change accordingly.
The spreading Dao patterns passed through the walls, floor and ceiling without any hindrance, and spread to all parts of Senluo Palace. The monsters, ghosts and human cultivators who were fighting were startled and fled in panic.
However, the Dao pattern spread much faster than them, drowning everyone in an instant and rushing to other places.
However, they soon discovered that those ripples had no lethality, so the battle continued, and deaths continued to occur in every corner.
The reincarnation of life has begun, and each of the dead souls lost their hostility and unwillingness in the light of reception, slowly became calm, and walked towards the main hall where Liu Qinghuan was.
Deeper in the Senluo Hall, Ji Guang was sitting on a chair with a cold face, and a young man in black robe was kneeling next to him, treating his burnt arm.
"Master!" The young man in black robe reported the information while applying the medicine: "The human name of the person who injured you is Taixu. It is said that he is one of the Four Extremes of Qingming. His cultivation has reached the eighth level of Mahayana, and his strength is extremely...
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Ji Guang suddenly sat upright, raised his other hand to interrupt him, and turned his head to look to the right.
I saw lines visible to the naked eye passing through the thick wall, appearing silently like turbulent water waves.
"Who! How dare..." The young man in black robe was frightened and furious. His hands quickly covered with black scales. He jumped up and wanted to rush out the door, but was stopped by Ji Guang's shout.
"Come back and stay here!" he scolded, and after thinking for a while he added: "I know what's going on."
With a cold snort, several rays of purple light flew out from Jiguang's palm, turning into halos that slowly rotated around the two of them, isolating the incoming Dao patterns.
"That guy's Taoist power is so strong!" Ji Guang said thoughtfully.
If possible, he certainly wouldn't want to agree to Liu Qinghuan's request so easily.
Even though he was once the chosen one, he would be happy to see the other person become an outcast because he failed to complete the task.
But!
Ji Guang's eyes dimmed imperceptibly: The opponent chose a very good time. Renxiu's counterattack came faster and more intense than he expected, leaving no room for action to deal with the opponent.
What's more, Liu Qinghuan did show extraordinary strength, which also made him worried. If there was a fight, not to mention whether he could win, at least it would be a lose-lose outcome.
Therefore, before completely occupying the Senluo Palace, Ji Guang can only temporarily tolerate the other party's existence, as long as the other party stands by and does nothing as he said.
Ji Guang stretched out his hand and felt the flowing Dao lines with his fingertips, and his expression became a little gloomier.
In the main hall where Liu Qinghuan retreats, the souls of the dead pass through the closed stone door, gradually revealing their vague shadows.
Some of the dead souls look somewhat familiar. They are all monks who have been stationed in Senluo Hall all year round. Some of them are wearing academy clothes and are actually students from that year.
Liu Qinghuan stood beside the boat, her eyes lowered, and she only looked up occasionally.
The souls of the dead lingering in the Senluo Palace finally found relief today, and they boarded the ship of the dead in an endless stream, and the number was more than he expected.
This extradition ceremony lasted for more than two hours. The ripples of the avenue flooded every corner of the Senluo Palace. Some demons and monsters with low cultivation levels were also purified in the light and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
As for the evil ghosts crawling out of the Infinite Hell, this strength cannot be exceeded, and Liu Qinghuan will not touch them, otherwise Ji Guang will be the first to give up.
Maintaining the expansion of the Tao realm for a long time also left some spiritual stone fragments at his feet. It was not until the last soul walked into the cabin that he slowly recovered his mana.
Liu Qinghuan rubbed his brows tiredly, waved his hand, opened the protective circle, and then sat down relaxedly.
The hall was empty because it had just been built not long ago and there was no time to decorate the furniture. The black stone walls were rough and dark, constantly emitting a sinister atmosphere, so that the whole hall was immersed in a bone-chilling cold.
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Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt lonely. The longer he stayed in the gloomy Senluo Palace, the more lonely he felt.
He missed the warm sunshine, the early morning at Qingmiao Peak of Wenshi Sect, and the rising and falling clouds of Jiuzang Mountain.
However, he is now trapped in this cage of time, unable to see the end of time and not knowing when he will be able to get out.
"If I had known better, I would have brought Yue Jie in. At least there would be someone to talk to."
Sighing, Liu Qinghuan put away her inexplicable sadness and prepared to truly start practicing in seclusion.
Fortunately, he can still practice in this state, otherwise he would not be able to find anything to do. Once he enters concentration, he will not feel the passage of time, and it will not matter whether it is long or not.
Liu Qinghuan placed the Purple Gourd Fairy Well in front of her and slowly closed her eyes.
Absorb the spirit of the fairy and slowly refine it. The converted magic power is light and ethereal, like the fog in the morning or the sunset in the evening.
This is Xianyuan, which contains power far higher than ordinary spiritual power. It is majestic, pure and extremely vast.
Generally speaking, it is very rare for a monk in the fifth level of Mahayana to be able to replace one-third of his spiritual power into immortal essence. But now, more than half of Liu Qinghuan's Dantian is already immortal essence. p>
A ray of fairy spirit may seem very subtle, but it takes a lot of time to refine. Therefore, Liu Qinghuan quickly forgot about the distractions from the outside world and focused entirely on training.
With this practice, the stone door of the main hall became a solid wall, which has not been opened again for hundreds of years.
If it hadn't been for the wave-like Dao pattern appearing twice more in the past few hundred years, Ji Guang would have thought he had died in that hall.
But on this day, the entire Senluo Palace suddenly shook. Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel that the shock did not decrease but increased, almost toppling over.
He quickly stood up, opened the magic circle in confusion, and swept out his consciousness. After a while, his face gradually became weird!