If he said that the fat-headed male cultivator really wanted to avenge Hongshang, no one in the crowd would believe it. It was just the treasure that moved people's hearts.
Faced with the opponent's obvious strong words, Liu Qinghuan knew that as long as he was softer, the person he would face next might not be a person, but a hungry wolf that kept pounced on him.
His eyes felt like there were ice shards in them, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Ding!"
Then the fat-headed male cultivator who came up with a hammer was frozen in the air with an extremely funny image, and the angry look he had at the previous moment was frozen in that flat and wide face!
Liu Qinghuan, who has practiced the Body Holding Technique, is invincible at the same level even without the assistance of other things. The Body Holding Technique can not only immobilize a person's body, it can even bind the soul.
It wasn't until he was pinned down that he couldn't move a hair, that the fat-headed male cultivator suddenly realized that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, and also understood why he was the only one who jumped out in a hurry.
How can someone who can kill the Dzogchen monks of the later period be a weakling?
Unfortunately, it was too late when he understood this, so he only felt a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and then he felt himself flying into the sky, while a familiar headless body below spurted blood several feet high!
Liu Qinghuan originally had the intention of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, so he was merciless when he struck, so when the other party Nascent Soul ran out in panic, he used another body-targeting technique to point it out!
For a moment, the entire wasteland was filled with the roar of the wind. Everyone was stunned speechless by his thunderous means, and the greed that flickered in some people's eyes was suppressed.
Liu Qinghuan smiled coldly, looked at the blood on the ground with disgust, reached out and put away the sledgehammer that had fallen aside.
Hui Lu ran over, bit out a dazzling brocade handkerchief from the sleeve of the corpse, and presented it to him like a treasure.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little interested, took it and looked at it, and found that it was a top-grade defensive spiritual treasure, but the style seemed to be commonly used by female cultivators, and she didn't know where the fat male cultivator got it.
Only then did those whispers reach his ears.
"Is this person really in the middle stage of Nascent Soul? So awesome!"
"It's more than amazing! Did you see what kind of magic he used just now? He was able to pin down the Nascent Soul!"
"Can't be messed with, can't be messed with."
Several more monks from Qing Ming came closer with smiles on their faces, and raised their hands from a distance: "You are so polite, fellow Taoist! I just saw Tao's extraordinary move, which really makes us happy."
"Hahaha, those guys from Jiuyou have been shouting all day long, let's see how shameless they will be in the future!"
One of them was a male cultivator who was on the same stone pillar with him earlier, and his attitude was more kind: "How are you, fellow Taoist? If you need healing pills, I have two more."
Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Liu Qinghuan pretended that the previous incident had never happened. He returned the gift from the male cultivator first, then raised his hands to everyone and said with a smile: "You are so complimentary. I would also like to thank you all those who were in Jiuyou before."
With the protection and testimony in front of me, I was able to solve a troublesome matter."
This was said beautifully, and the visitor's attitude became more enthusiastic. The two parties exchanged pleasantries for a while, and seemed to be in good spirits, and then several more Qingming monks came around to chat and laugh together.
As for the other onlookers, seeing that there was no chance to be found, they naturally dispersed gradually.
Liu Qinghuan popped a spark onto the corpse and heard someone say: "Oh, the immortal treasure has disappeared. Where should we go next?"
"Where else can we go? Let's go back to our homes. If you want to continue tracking, you can continue chasing."
"Forget it, let's just watch the fun. If we encounter today's situation again, if Senior Taiqing hadn't put out a protective shield at that time, maybe I would have suffered a disaster later. I still have lingering fears when I think about it now, but I don't dare
Follow again."
A group of people nodded in agreement.
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved. There are some words in the Taoist name that cannot be used casually, such as Tai, Tian, Huang, Xian, etc. Only the great cultivators with high moral standing and powerful strength can use them.
He thought for a while and asked: "So that's Taoist Taiqing? I heard someone said that this senior was directly sent to the Mingshan Battle Realm from the Qingming Realm."
"Yes, Senior Taiqing is most sympathetic to us low-level monks. He opens a dojo in Qingcang Immortal City every month. Unfortunately, after the birth of the Immortal Treasure, the dojo was suspended..."
Everyone chatted for a while and then went their separate ways. Liu Qinghuan also said goodbye to everyone and returned to the nearest immortal city.
After renting a courtyard and setting up a protective array, he turned around and entered the Songxi Cave Tiantu.
I chose an open place, took out the Qingshan Pot, and fired several spells in succession, and a mini black hill spurted out from the mouth of the pot.
He checked it carefully with a solemn expression. Although there were several murderous plots laid out, it was impossible for Hong Shang to escape, but he had to be careful in everything. He would not relax his vigilance even if he was not absolutely certain that the other party was dead.
Take the Dinghaizhu out of the Black Mountain, and a sword will fall out at the same time.
The bright red blood on it has solidified into black, and the thick filth on the surface is just like the Tainan Fairy Sword of the past, which was Hong Shang's sword.
Liu Qinghuan looked at it indifferently for a while, then stretched out his hand to take it in his hand. The green baby fire immediately surrounded the sword.
When a person dies, the imprint of his spiritual consciousness left on the magic weapon will also be dissipated. Therefore, to determine whether Hongshang is really dead, just check the sword.
Liu Qinghuan glanced at the Tainan Fairy Sword and said thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, you also fell into the hands of Hong Chang. Why don't you have the imprint of her divine consciousness on you?"
The Tainan Immortal Sword flew over and slashed the sword in his hand twice, then raised its blade proudly.
Liu Qing laughed and cursed: "What are you proud of? It's amazing to have a powerful weapon spirit. You haven't come out to see me for so long. I'll deal with you later."
Fortunately, he successfully imprinted his spiritual consciousness on the black sword, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but feel a little sad.
There was no real blood feud between Hongshang and him, but in the end they were engaged in a life-and-death fight, but their positions were just different.
However, just because of different positions, many people in this world who have never met can fight to the death, such as the battle between Yun Mengze and the Yin Yue Blood Realm, such as the Nine Heavens Battle in the Mingshan Battle Territory, in the final analysis
It's a matter of stance.
Putting aside these messy thoughts, he put the black hill back into the Qingshan Pot and looked at the blue flame.
If you look closely, you will see that the flame body is divided into three layers. The green color at the center is the heaviest, and a tiny green lotus rotates slowly in the core of the flame. The color becomes lighter as it goes outward, gradually turning into gray.
As soon as it appeared, the gray donkey who had been standing aside curiously just now ran away, as if there was a ghost chasing behind it.
Liu Qinghuan touched his chin and said to himself: "What kind of fire is this?"
This fire is the fusion of two different fires with completely opposite attributes, but its power is even more powerful than the two. Even after looking through the records of strange fires, he didn't recognize what kind of fire it was.
Although he didn't know it, it didn't stop him from refining it first and using it for his own use.
After all the chores were taken care of, Liu Qinghuan stayed in the city for a few more days before continuing his travels.
Now, he has finally completed what he has been doing since entering the Netherworld. He feels a little lighter, and his desire to return to Yun Mengze is even more urgent.
However, he couldn't think about it, so he could only endure it and look for the slightest opportunity to go back.
In such a flash, another year and a half has passed. The battle between Qingming and Jiuyou is still going on, and the immortal treasure has changed hands several times, and even disappeared for a few months in the middle.
On this day, Liu Qinghuan spent the night beside a quietly flowing stream, resting his hands on his hands while looking at the stars in the sky. Suddenly, he saw the sky suddenly rippled, and a stream of light with broken light flashed out of the sky, running towards him.
He rushed down!
Liu Qinghuan was slightly startled, jumped up in surprise, and already flashed several miles away.
Unexpectedly, the streamer seemed to have set his sights on him, and came after him, several times faster than he could escape!
Liu Qinghuan suddenly let out a surprised sound, remembering that he seemed to have seen this scene before, and saw the fleeting light circle around him, and then all the broken lights fell into his hands and turned into a talisman.