Eternal Tranquility

Xuanyuan Yihe has been very depressed recently. As a god-forming monk who stands at the pinnacle of the world, he can call upon the wind and rain, and look down on the world. He has not felt this kind of mood for a long time. Nearly half of the clan members were killed or injured, the clan land was destroyed, and the treasure house was robbed. He wanted to kill a small Nascent Soul, but he fell into the insect mother's mouth and was seriously injured. It seemed that all the bad luck in his life had been concentrated in the recent period.

And that's not all yet. Insect swarms are overflowing in Shuoyue Realm, and the other two realms are suffering from ghost troubles and can't find any manpower to help. As a result, their offensive in Yunmengze was also greatly affected, and people actually attacked Qianye Mountain Range. At my feet, I met that damn little Nascent Soul cultivator again!

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuanyuan Yihe's cold eyes followed Liu Qinghuan below, watching him move freely among the thousands of troops, watching him radiate green will to save people, and watching him and his side The Yuanying monk handed it over.

"It's simply overestimating one's abilities..."

"Huh? Who is Brother Xuanyuan talking about?"

A person next to him said, following his gaze, he saw the eye-catching sea of ​​​​fire in the center of the battlefield, and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't that a boy from Nan Linfeng's family? His combat prowess is quite good, and he is also considered the best among the younger generation. Yes, the monk Yun Mengze who fought him really overestimated his abilities."

Xuanyuan Yihe's expression was cryptic, and he snorted without meaning.

He couldn't say that the person he was referring to was not Liu Qinghuan. He could walk several times under Huashen's hands, and even used Ding Haizhu to smash him into the ground when he was careless. If he still couldn't beat a fellow A monk of the highest rank, where should he put Xuanyuan Yihe's face!

The black-robed monk who was hiding behind the insect mother called out Liu Qinghuan's name. He later used this as a clue to ask someone to investigate, and finally found out the other party's identity.

Born in the Wenshi Sect, one of the four major sects in Yunmengze, Yuanying had been unknown until he led someone to open the ghost gate in Dushuo Mountain, which made the world aware of it, and was the culprit of attracting thousands of demons and ghosts to wreak havoc among them. , and then disappeared for another two to three hundred years, and when he reappeared, he had the title of Master Xuandan.

After coming out of the Insect Abyss, he actually asked people to trace Liu Qinghuan's whereabouts, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, he met him here.

His heart was filled with hatred, but he couldn't act rashly in the current situation. With one move, his whole body was moved, and there were three Avatars on the opposite side hiding in the sky above the battlefield. Once he made a move, the other side would definitely not stand idly by.

Let you live a little longer!

Xuanyuan Yihe looked down with cold eyes: When the situation becomes more chaotic, it will be your death!

Next to him was another cultivator of the Shuo Yue Realm. He was watching the battle below as if watching a play, and commented with great interest: "The Nanlin Feng family inherits the Fire Phoenix bloodline. Although it is a side branch of the Fengqiu Feng family, the bloodline is not the same." Chang, but in recent years, there have been a pair of outstanding nephews in his clan, especially the seventeenth-ranked Feng Yi, who seems to be aspired to become a god."

"Feng Shiqi?" Xuanyuan Yihe, who felt unhappy, refused to comment: "Haha!"

The man didn't care and continued: "Since Feng Shiba is here, his compatriot Feng Shiqi should also be here. Although Feng Shiba is worse than Feng Ba, how can it be... Oh!"

He could no longer utter any words of praise, because the situation below was completely contrary to his words.

"This... was actually suppressed?"

Xuanyuan Yihe's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, as expected!

Although Feng Shiba's movements were blazing, the sky was blazing, and the fire was flying. He looked extremely powerful and bluffing, but he gradually lost the initiative under the opponent's surging sword intent, and was thrown into chaos.

Feng Shiba, who had been hiding in the scorching light, was also forced out, with an angry look on his face: "You..."

"Certainly!"

The two people above saw Liu Qinghuan suddenly raise his hand, and Feng Shiba froze suddenly. A sudden sword shadow was reflected in his wide-open eyes. The black sword was covered with green lines, and those green lines looked like real ones. The vines are as vibrant as ever, as clear as before.

Time seemed to suddenly slow down extremely slowly. Before the sword could reach him, the ice-like sword intent struck him, causing pain on his face. Feng Shiba's pupils narrowed inwards unnaturally, but they couldn't move at all.

He was desperate in his heart, and a loud and long phoenix sound suddenly sounded in his ears. His body, as stiff as a stone, was hit hard, with such force that he screamed and fell sideways.

The Fusheng Sword pierced the air, but followed it around without any hesitation!

Although his internal organs seemed to be displaced after being hit, Feng Shiba ignored the pain, and his heart was filled with the joy of surviving the disaster. However, before he could stabilize his body, the back of his neck felt a slight pain!

This battle is not only focused on by Xuanyuan Yihe and others. Not everyone is convinced by Liu Qinghuan's great reputation in Shuoyue Realm, so there are many people who are secretly paying attention to him with the mentality of discerning authenticity, and not just below. Even low-level monks who had received less favor from Liu Qinghuan would take time out of their busy schedules to look up.

At this time, these people all subconsciously shrank their necks and watched in horror as a big head flew out, and the blood splattered several feet high.

"eighteen!"

The cry of pain came from far and near. Liu Qinghuan stepped back suddenly and saw a brilliant flaming phoenix descending from the sky. Its spread wings were several feet wide, and Feng Shiba just flew out of the corpse. The confused Yuanying rolled up and left.

Liu Qinghuan reached out to call back the Fusheng Sword, then raised his head expressionlessly.

The fire phoenix flew some distance away and stopped next to a young monk wearing purple clothes and a crown. He had a handsome face and a noble bearing, but he grabbed Feng Shiba's Nascent Soul and said: "I call you Lang! Forget it, I shouldn’t have bothered to save you!”

Yuanying cried with a small face: "Brother..."

"Shut up!" The young monk roared fiercely, stuffed a handful into his sleeve, and looked at Liu Qinghuan.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly. The other person's cultivation had actually reached the Great Perfection of the late Nascent Soul stage. A layer of ethereal firelight made his face become ethereal, and the temperature was so high that even the surrounding space seemed to be immersed in it. Hence the twist.

Feng Shiqi had a sinister look on his face. He suddenly stomped his feet, and a large scorching flame surged out from his feet and poured downwards!

"Ahhhhh!"

Screams immediately broke out, and the low-level monks who were fighting in the mountains below were caught off guard and were doused in flames. Some of them were burned to ashes before they even had time to scream.

Liu Qinghuan looked stern, and heard the other party say in a cold tone: "Aren't you going to save people? I will kill as many as you save!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, this man couldn't be sick, right? If you don't ask him to avenge his brother's murder, what's the point of taking it out on others?

It's amazing how twisted one's mind is.

Looking at those people who were screaming and rolling on the ground, desperately fighting the flames on their bodies, he reminded: "Half of them are monks from your realm."

The other party was unmoved and threw out another flame, causing everyone below to scream in fright. Everyone did not care about fighting anymore and just wanted to escape from the area where the flames fell.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and just as he stretched out his hand, an extremely subtle sound suddenly appeared in his ear.

"Fellow Daoist Qingmu, if you make a big fuss, the bigger the noise, the better. It's best to attract everyone's attention to your side!"

Liu Qinghuan recognized the voice of Yu Youdao from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, and turned his head. As expected, he saw that many people kept looking over him. Some people were still fighting, but they were obviously absent-minded.

As soon as his mind changed, he knew the other party's plan.

Liu Qinghuan nodded his head imperceptibly, and smiled mockingly at the person opposite him: "Okay, then let's see who can kill faster, or I can save faster!"

As he spoke, a green light flashed in his palm, and after a moment it was the size of a fist. The refreshing scent of fresh grass and trees spread out, diluting the deep smell of blood on the battlefield.

"boom!"

The green light exploded like fireworks and turned into a downpour. The thick vitality dispersed and people couldn't help but feel refreshed. Wherever they went, the fire went out and the smoke disappeared, even the devastated earth became more Layers of greenery.

All the monks bathing in the rain couldn't help but show happy expressions, and their injuries were recovering quickly.

"Thank you, Aoki-senpai!"

"Senior Aoki took action, we are saved!"

"Kill that man, kill him!"

"kill him!"

Various sounds sounded and gradually merged into one, causing Feng Shiqi's eyebrows on the opposite side to knit together, and his face gradually revealed a trace of ferocity!

The lifelike flaming phoenix beside him suddenly raised its neck and let out a long, sharp cry, suppressing all sounds, flapping its wings and rushing downwards.

Liu Qinghuan's body flashed, and he was already in front of him. He raised his sword and pointed his finger, saying scornfully: "How dare you fight with me!"

Yesterday there was heavy rain and hail, and there was a power outage. My mobile phone and laptop ran out of power soon. I didn't have time to finish writing a chapter, and I didn't get a call until this afternoon.

The author spent two days without the Internet and felt like he was back to more than ten years ago. He practiced calligraphy for a long time and felt good.