Chapter 840: One horizontal line and one vertical line determine life and death
From the day Liu Qinghuan got the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, there were three seals on the pen. He also tried to remove the seals, but finally found that it was impossible to remove them with his cultivation in the transformation stage. Until he suddenly thought of using the technique of stimulating intimidation, the magic power
In a special cycle of operation.
The powerful aura of the Yinxu Realm further dispersed, and the mountains in front of Big Fish Mouth fell into deathly silence. The monsters all over the mountains and plains below were so frightened that they lay on the ground unable to raise their heads.
Although the man on the opposite side got Liu Qinghuan's answer of "not an empty-level monk", he still took several steps back in surprise and doubt.
"For outsiders, don't try to lie to me. You are obviously..."
Then he saw the pen in the opponent's hand suddenly blooming with a dazzling light, and the complex spiritual patterns began to be dissolved layer by layer under the influence of the magic formula.
Cold sweat broke out on Liu Qinghuan's forehead, and he was still a little reluctant, like peeling a hard-shelled fruit, and he only had a rusty knife in his hand.
Although he was immersed in unlocking the seal of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, Liu Qinghuan did not forget that there was a demon cultivator whose strength was not inferior to his own, watching Dandan. The powerful distraction controlled the Fusheng Sword, with the four words illusion, breaking, dividing, and returning.
The sword tactics that have been sent and received alternately back and forth, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the ghosts are unpredictable.
The huge bat wings spread out, and the body of the armadillo was like a cloud of black mist that was gathering and dispersing. Its sharp long claws clanged as it was slashed by the sword energy. Finally, it forcibly broke through the dense net woven by the sword energy, and ducked to the side of Liu Qinghuan.
"Go to hell!"
Blood light flashed sharply, Liu Qinghuan turned his pen, and the spiritual patterns on the pen suddenly jumped out, like a protective shield in front of the claws that were coming.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The three spirit patterns shattered in response, but actually blocked the opponent's thunderous blow. Then three rays of lightning burst out from the pen body and shot towards the initiator who forcibly broke the seal.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh: "Thank you very much."
The armadillo dodged awkwardly, but could only retreat again.
Seeing that the spiritual pattern half-floating on the pen was getting thinner and thinner, and the mysterious artistic conception spread out with Liu Qinghuan as the center, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed by greed like a prairie fire.
"Oh, the magic weapon cultivated by humans is of a very high level..."
There is a lack of water, food, and elixirs in the abyss. Not to mention spiritual treasures of this level such as the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, ordinary magic weapons and magic weapons are very scarce. Most of the time, everyone relies on their powerful beast bodies and self-generated talents to fight.
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He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, his eyes fell on the Qianqiu Samsara Pen almost obsessively, especially after trying its power, his desire to get it became even more serious.
Hu Si had already retreated to a distance when the two of them exchanged hands. When he saw Huan's expression, he couldn't help but sneered mockingly: "I don't know whether to live or die when death is imminent!"
He couldn't even get close to his opponent, and he had no illusions, which made him arrogantly think that he could steal treasures and kill people.
He glanced at Chu Yi who had also retreated, and shuddered as he thought that her master would only do it if she didn't take action, but if she did, she would be unable to fight back, and her strength was simply unfathomable.
"Is your name Chu Yi?" Hu Si wanted to get close to the other party: "Why are you the only one following fellow Taoist Qinglin today, where is brother Fubao?"
Chuyi flapped his wings and didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still replied: "Brother Fubao was left by the master to look after the house."
"Oh..." Husi touched his head. At this moment, Liu Qinghuan's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"What is armada's real name and how to write it?"
Hu Si couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't understand what this sentence meant for a moment: "Ah? What is your real name?"
Liu Qinghuan's voice sounded again and he repeated the question: "Besides the name Huan, does he have any other names?"
"Oh, the people here, unlike you people outside, don't have Taoist names or anything like that... Well, how do you mean to write the name of an armada in our language?"
Zhuoyuan also has writing, but just like their local language, it is still in a very primitive state, and the strokes are very simple.
After waiting for a few seconds, Liu Qinghuan came back: "Yes!"
Hu Si Zhang Er King Kong was confused, but he quickly told the other person, still confused as to what he meant by asking.
But Hu Si, who thought he was looking for death, suddenly looked back at the sky, rolled his eyes, and a hint of cunning appeared on the corner of his mouth. He backed away and shouted loudly: "Qing Lin, I don't want to be your enemy. If you agree,
Sell me the elixirs and spiritual seeds as well."
"So you know my name." Liu Qinghuan raised his head, glanced at the horizon, and smiled with an unknown meaning: "It's a pity that your credit is too low. Doing business with you, I'm afraid of raising tigers."
He laughed heartily, not feeling unhappy about being rejected at all.
In other words, although he said he did not want to be an enemy, in his heart he never recognized the possibility of cooperation.
"That's such a pity. It's a pity that you lost your last chance to survive." He said with a proud smile: "Don't think that I don't know that you are stalling for time, and I am also waiting for my companion!"
"Really?" Liu Qinghuan said calmly, stretched out his hand, and the floating sword flew back, turning into green and black Qi that circled around him.
A black cloud appeared on the horizon, rushing in mightily, and the sound of rumbling was getting closer.
He suddenly noticed that the pen in the opponent's hand only had the last few spirit patterns left and was about to be completely unsealed. The strong sense of crisis made his heart tighten, and he hurriedly let out a series of long and short screams, flapping his bat wings.
He suddenly rushed into the forest below, and in the blink of an eye he was mixed into a dense herd of animals.
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows but did not pursue him. The consciousness locked on Armadillo suddenly lost its target and he scanned around but couldn't find it. It was obvious that the opponent was quite proficient in the art of concealment.
The herd of beasts suddenly became restless, and bloodthirsty madness swept through the mountains and fields like a strong wind. The beasts' eyes were only red with blood. They no longer feared the powerful aura exuded by Liu Qinghuan and rushed over with howls.
It was overwhelming and the momentum was terrifying.
Liu Qinghuan, however, turned a blind eye and lowered his eyes. As the last spiritual pattern disappeared in the air, a faint light flowed through the body of the pen and all the way to the tip of the pen. The rank was suddenly upgraded from an innate treasure to a Xuantian spiritual treasure!
He gently swung his pen, the tip of the pen shone with light, and made the first stroke diagonally.
The group of irrational monster beasts had already rushed forward. Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes and threw out the sword of life and death, killing a large area.
The sharp and long cry of the first grade of junior high school continued to sound, and the white figure rushed into the group of monsters. Each monster died tragically under the blows of her sharp and complicated horns and wings.
The second stroke is like a smooth arc, gradually emerging in the air.
The black cloud on the horizon finally flew over and landed on the mountaintop opposite with a loud bang.
The mountain peak shook violently, and a giant scorpion covered in black armor crawled out from the rocks, with two large claws on the ground, a whip-like scorpion tail raised high, and a hook-shaped stinger at the tip.
Shining with a fierce cold light.
The last stroke stretched out from the arc, turned several times in the middle, and finally dragged straight to the lower right corner.
The horse, which was hiding among the beasts and waiting for an opportunity to attack, suddenly felt its heart beating wildly, and felt a mysterious aura wrapping around its body.
He raised his head suddenly and saw the simple character representing his name floating in the sky!
His eyes were bulging, and his ears were filled with the deafening roars of the monster beasts, as well as the miserable moans of death.
In the midst of this noise, everything in his eyes seemed to have slowed down countless times, and Liu Qinghuan, floating high in the air, opened his mouth.
That ink word had cracks in every stroke, and then exploded with a "bang"!
In the mountains below, a blood flower suddenly bloomed, and before the surrounding monsters could react, they were poured blood on their heads and faces!