Naturally, it was impossible for Yujiu to back down with a little threatening words, so he was let in easily. The four stone sculptures did not even mention that there was still a challenge.
The sea was still the same sea, dead and lifeless. The position Yujiu entered was different from that of Liu Qinghuan. When he raised his head, the tall tower towering over the sky was already within his sight.
A hint of excitement appeared on Yujiu's face: "Yes, maybe when you kill that kid, you can also gain an opportunity, but..."
He suddenly stopped talking and his expression changed drastically!
The dark and dull sky just a moment ago suddenly became stormy, large swaths of dark clouds swarmed in, and the aura of thunder violently swept through the entire space like a violent storm.
Yujiu was shocked: "How could the catastrophe be brought forward!!!"
When monks reach the Mahayana realm, heavenly tribulations will come at regular intervals, and each time a tribulation is passed, the power of the heavenly tribulations will double.
Although Mahayana monks are already the supreme beings in the human world, it is extremely difficult to transform into an immortal. Just like Xue Yi’s main body Wangren Taoist, I don’t know how many major cultivators failed to survive over and over again.
The catastrophes are getting stronger and stronger, causing damage to one's body and life, and all the honor and disgrace are gone.
Yujiu's expression was extremely solemn, and he made seals with his hands repeatedly. The thick layers of ink light supported several defenses, and his anger rose sharply: "I obviously calculated that the next catastrophe will be hundreds of years away, how can it suddenly come now?"
He remembered the warning words of those stone sculptures before, and his eyes became sharp and suspicious: "Is it related to the tower?"
However, he had no time to guess when he heard a earth-shattering "click" explosion, as if the sky was split in two from the middle, and a thick purple lightning dragon bombarded down with great power!
"boom!"
The entire sea area trembled, huge waves surged into the sky, and thunder destroyed the world!
Here, Yujiu was caught off guard and was forcibly dragged into a catastrophe, while Liu Qinghuan, who was in the abyss of regret, lived quite peacefully.
Although he found himself inexplicably back hundreds of years ago, even if he wanted to unravel the mysteries, he had nowhere to start.
The entire Sihuiyuan is immersed in an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere. Everyone here rarely smiles or is relaxed, and most of their expressions are gloomy. The relationship between people is cold and alienated, and it is difficult to meet each other.
No one had any desire to talk.
Of course, there are some exceptions, such as his fellow prisoner Niu Er.
This person passionately loved watching punishments, so he spent most of his time hanging out in the prison. After discovering that Liu Qinghuan was not the same person as him, he became indifferent.
Things in the prison were much more relaxed than Liu Qinghuan imagined. Niu Er was responsible for leading people to executions and other errands. He only visited every few days and endured the violent and irritable demon cultivators all over the dungeon, as well as their constant temptations.
, provocation and yelling.
Although he got some information from these people last time, Liu Qinghuan would never naively think that what they said could be believed. What's more, the positions of the two sides are naturally opposite, and it is impossible to communicate in a friendly manner.
At other times, he would let Fu Bao stay outside and then enter the small cave to escape the ubiquitous violent atmosphere of Si Huiyuan.
However, the space in the Songxi Cave Heaven Map is still a bit small, which is not suitable for cultivating the immortal body. This technique will activate the power of heaven and earth when practicing, and the map is full of various delicate elixirs, which have a great impact on the world.
The power is extremely sensitive.
Liu Qinghuan took out the Eight-Character Sword Art again and began to study the Heart-Character Art.
In total, he has been practicing the Eight-Character Sword Art since the foundation period, and it has been a thousand and eight hundred years now. However, as the sword art is practiced later, the difficulty increases by leaps and bounds, and he is not a real sword cultivator.
, he usually doesn’t lack the means to fight, so he is a little too lazy to practice sword techniques.
Now he has completed the five-character formula, and there are only three left. Among them, the two major characters of "annihilation" and "wu" are also very powerful moves. Only the "heart" formula can still be practiced.
After practicing, Liu Qinghuan occasionally goes out to visit. In addition to the prison, the prison, and the mortal pool, there are several large halls in the Siguiyuan, and among them there is also a place where monks can trade among themselves.
The place.
During a visit, Liu Qinghuan found that sometimes novel things appeared inside, and he couldn't find anything else to do, so he would go hang out for a while.
On this day, when he walked into the main hall again, he was surprised to see many people gathered in the previously deserted hall.
Liu Qinghuan stopped outside and listened to the people in front of him asking anxiously: "Why haven't you come yet? Isn't it because you're not coming?"
Someone next to me replied: "Yes, this hour has come long ago in the past. What happened today?"
"I've run out of the elixirs in my hands. If this supply is cut off, I'll really have no way to stay in this damn place!"
Liu Qinghuan spotted a familiar monk and asked, "Fellow Taoist, why are you gathering here?"
"What else could it be!" The man replied: "It's already miserable enough for us to be here on duty in Sihuiyuan. We can't just delay our future journey, so every once in a while there will be various pills.
, spiritual materials and other items are brought from outside, and they are entitled to be used as compensation for us, and we only need spiritual stones that are far lower than the normal price to purchase them."
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows. Si Huiyuan would still pay quite generous salaries to monks like them. He didn't expect that such good things would happen in the future, so it was quite a coincidence that he came today.
While waiting, I heard the door of the inner hall open with a creak, and a young male cultivator with a pale face came out, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Dear fellow Taoists, I have kept you waiting, everything is ready, please go on your own."
Take your pick.”
The others didn't even wait for him to finish speaking, and rushed in. There was a trace of contempt in the male cultivator's eyes, and he smiled helplessly and stood aside.
Liu Qinghuan followed the crowd into the inner hall, and saw that there were several long stone platforms in the spacious hall. There were many things on them in different categories, because they were all used by monks of the empty order. Most of them were shining with aura and good quality.
To be extraordinary.
Among them, elixirs, spiritual materials, magic weapons and other items were the most popular, and people quickly gathered around them.
Liu Qinghuan looked behind and saw that most of them were only needed for ordinary cultivation, so he did not bother to fight with them, but just walked around and looked around at the various stone platforms.
We arrived at a table at the very back. Apart from a few classics and two or three jade slips, there was nothing else on this table.
He first picked up a book, flipped through it briefly, and then put it down again after finding that it was not suitable for his practice, and casually picked up a jade slip next to it.
This jade slip was actually a little heavy-handed. As soon as my spiritual consciousness penetrated it, some messy dots and lines slowly appeared in front of my eyes.
Liu Qinghuan was stunned: Secret fairy text?
Before he could continue to look down, a voice came from behind him: "Fellow Taoist, are you planning to practice the Secret Immortal Text?"