There are always some people in the world who are extremely vindictive. If they are treated slightly, they feel that the whole world has failed them, and they will not give up until they get back on their feet.
Liu Qinghuan didn't know that someone was chasing behind him, and the thick layer of fog had already obscured everything on the ground.
On the first day of the month, Liu Qinghuan had taken back the spirit beast bag. Even if she had reached the fifth level, she could not survive in such a harsh environment.
This is also the reason why one must be above the empty level in order to leave the Zhuoyuan through Dao Wuya. The bright Yanggang golden flames on the surface of the Yang God's body can resist evil and filth from corroding the soul to the greatest extent.
Liu Qinghuan looked up and saw that the nearly vertical mountain wall seemed to have no end, and the top of the cliff was still out of reach.
The green energy gathered under my feet, as if I was stepping on a blue cloud, passing through layers of turbid fog and flying upwards at extremely fast speeds.
However, as the altitude increased, the color of the fog became darker and darker, as if cotton had been thrown into a smelly ditch and soaked up sewage, and even the consciousness was gradually unable to penetrate it.
Liu Qinghuan was really surprised and didn't understand how this kind of environment was formed.
According to common sense, the clear air should rise and the turbid air should descend and sink. However, the turbid air is completely reversed, and all the heavy turbid air gathers towards the sky.
The movement of mana gradually became stagnant, and looking further up, the turbid mist was no longer layered, but covered the entire sky like an endless black ocean.
When we arrived here, the mountain wall was full of ferocious traces left by our predecessors. In addition to the holes left by the insertion of swords, there were also claw marks of different shapes.
Liu Qinghuan still felt that he still had some strength left, but he still took out the Fusheng Sword, climbed onto the protruding rock, and began to use his strength to jump up.
At this moment, he suddenly turned his head alertly and saw that the black mist behind him had condensed into the shape of a hand, and his fingers were grasping it, reaching less than three feet.
Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed drastically. With his powerful spiritual consciousness, it was simply impossible for someone to sneak into a very close place before he discovered it.
However, this scene actually happened at this time. On the one hand, it was because the surrounding fog severely suppressed his spiritual consciousness. On the other hand, he did not expect that someone would launch a sneak attack here, and he was careless for a moment.
Without thinking too much, he turned around and struck out with a sword!
The hand was instantly swept away by the cold sword energy, and immediately scattered. The surrounding black mist also undulated, and in the blink of an eye, several human figures condensed and rushed towards him.
"Who's sneaking around in there!"
Liu Qinghuan shouted loudly, and the Fusheng Sword burst out with layers of sword light, scattering the attacking fog people one after another. At the same time, he stamped his feet violently, and a circle of green energy roared from his feet and rushed in all directions.
The billowing black mist dispersed, clearing a clean space.
At this time, there was a subtle but sharp sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a round wheel as thin as a blade was spinning, breaking through the heavy black fog, and was getting closer in an instant!
He leaned back and narrowly avoided the throat-cutting blow, then stepped down and took a step to the side. His figure instantly disappeared from where it was and reappeared a hundred feet away.
Liu Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat. The sneak attacks were coming one after another, each one hiding murderous intent, extremely insidious!
The round wheel failed in one blow and no longer concealed its whereabouts. The blood flames rose several feet high, like an ominous purple-red sun, filled with evil energy and murderous intent.
Liu Qinghuan was furious. He made a sword seal in his hand, and the Fusheng Sword standing beside him flew out. The sword light was divided into thousands, and the afterimages were layered. As soon as he opened his eyes, it covered most of the sky.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
It was the sound of sword energy cutting through the sky, as dense as rapid rain and as fast as thunder, cutting off, dividing, and extinguishing the blood flames that rolled in layer by layer.
However, the purple-red round wheel was so powerful that it easily smashed the sword light into pieces, as if it would not stop until Liu Qinghuan was killed on the spot!
Liu Qinghuan sneered, and made a secret with both hands. The eight-character sword formula changed from the residual character formula to the return character formula. Then he saw the sword energy that was scattered in all directions merged in the middle, and a giant sword that held up the sky appeared in the sky, like a rainbow penetrating the sun.
Cut off.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the whole space trembled.
The momentum of the round wheel was cut off, and its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it was spinning endlessly.
And the person who operated it finally revealed his true face, and saw the thick black mist billowing around him, taking the round wheel back. Then all the scattered mist gathered together and transformed into a middle-aged male cultivator with a dignified appearance.
Liu Qinghuan slowly uttered two words: "Yes! You!"
"Hahaha, yes, it's me!"
This person was naturally Chang Ying who was chasing after him. He had a malicious smile on his righteous face and said: "Fellow Taoist Qinglin is leaving Zhuoyuan, why did he leave without saying hello?"
Well, let me have a good time chasing you."
Liu Qinghuan stared at the other party coldly: "Fellow Taoist has provoked me several times. Could it be that he doesn't take me seriously at all?"
But Chang Ying suddenly changed his face and shouted in a low voice: "Back then in Gray Stone Land, I sincerely wanted to make friends with you, but from the beginning to the end, you were just teasing me! Let's settle this account clearly today!
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Liu Qinghuan smiled instead of being angry. This person must have been stimulated in the past. It is rare to be so extreme.
"I've learned a lot today. If you confuse right and wrong, it's difficult for you to speak so confidently. I admire you very much."
Changying completely put down his usual pretense and said with a ferocious smile: "But you are right, I really don't take you seriously! There is no one from upstairs today, I wonder how you can still pretend."
Then he looked at him up and down like he was looking at a lamb being slaughtered: "More importantly, as long as I take away your cultivation, I can hope to advance to the next level, hahaha!"
"Really?" Liu Qinghuan said, scanning the sword box on the opponent's back, sliding the Qianqiu Samsara Pen into his palm, and said unhurriedly: "I heard that you have a Feixuan Order that can enter the Palace of Mirrors? That's good.
It also saves me from going to Qingming and having to search everywhere."
Changying turned sideways subconsciously, but felt something was wrong, and her face immediately turned ugly, and she said sarcastically: "So what, just you, how dare you think of Fei Xuan Ling!"
Liu Qinghuan said lightly: "Whether you dare or not depends on who is more capable in the end."
As he spoke, the aura on his body suddenly rose sharply, and he broke through the Yinxu realm before his eyes...
Changying was so shocked that he took two steps back. Then he realized what he was doing and couldn't help but become angry from embarrassment.
"It's this bluffing trick again! If I don't beat you to your true colors today, I'll write your name upside down!"
His body turned into a gust of wind, but he suddenly threw himself into the surrounding fog, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and Fusheng Sword's sword energy became strong. As soon as he turned around, a black fist appeared strangely from behind and struck hard!