With a "boom", the giant beast fell to the ground, and one eye socket had turned into a huge blood hole, which ran through the back of the head, and red and white flowed to the ground.

Liu Qinghuan knelt on the ground and gasped deeply, the tense and intense afterglow of the previous moment was still running around his body, but the powerful power brought by the wisp of majestic qi generated by the stone wood was rapidly receding like a tide, leaving only a trace of exhaustion and weakness after losing strength.

The corpse of the giant beast was lying beside him, and the remaining eye was looking at the sky blankly, this combined demon cultivator of the Ten Thousand Spirit Realm probably never thought that he would die in the hands of a monk who cultivated a great rank lower than himself.

Wanmu Zhengrong nectar bottle, the treasure of Xuantian, since the day it arrived in Liu Qinghuan's hands, has helped him out of danger and desperate life many times, so it is not unjust to die under the grandeur of Wanmu bottle.

It's just that the process of surviving in a desperate situation is too difficult! Every time, Liu Qinghuan is like walking on the verge of death, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss and break his bones.

There was a soft click, and the thunderbolt magnetized into fine black sand and slid down from his sleeves, and he suddenly looked up, only to find that since he didn't know when, the thunder that had been chopping uninterruptedly had stopped, the dark clouds in the sky were heavy, and the whining wind occupied the four fields, and the earth was empty, making people feel sad for no reason.

"The Apocalypse is over?"

Of course this is impossible, since this barren world is still there, it means that his Dao Tribulation is not over, but I don't know what awaits him next.

Glancing at the corpse of the giant beast beside him, Liu Qinghuan gasped heavily, got up from the ground, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the inside of his outstretched arm.

His heart moved: there, there was a not-so-obvious sword-shaped trace.

Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, I heard that some demon cultivators advocate the power of the true body, and they don't like to put the magic weapon into the ring or dantian, but hide it in the flesh and blood, and use the body to raise the weapon, and I don't know if it's true.

He swiped down with his fingertips, cutting along the sword-shaped trace on the inside of the opponent's arm, and saw a fierce light suddenly fly out of the opponent's flesh and skin, and the sound of ten thousand swords suddenly sounded in his ears.

Liu Qinghuan's face changed slightly, and he shouted in a low voice: "Presumptuous!" With a palm of his hand shrouded in green gold, he heard the sound of "dangchang", all the visions disappeared, and a small sword more than three inches long was slapped to the ground.

The sword still wanted to run, as if a smart swimming fish drew a graceful arc, and the next moment it was captured in his hand, constantly struggling and twisting, and the sharp sword qi cut his hand out of deep blood.

Liu Qinghuan hissed lightly, his five fingers clenched fiercely, crushing all the sword light, but the other party was still unruly and refused to give in, the sword body exuded a cold chill like white mist, and the dense brush cut back and forth, cutting through the thick green gold rays, and pulling out small blood holes on his fingers.

"It's ......"

The body of this sword is quite long, but it is only half a finger wide, without a handle, and the whole body is like an ice blade that has just been broken, with a faint blood color, as if it can cut the world apart with a light stroke.

Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed: "Good sword!"

The body of the sword has traces of being sacrificed again, and he remembered the words of the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm before, and he got a rare treasure, but he has never succeeded in the sacrifice, so he thinks it is it.

He was worried that the floating sword transformed by the sword intent of life and death was a little lacking in sharpness, and this sword was sent to the door, very good, very good!

Liu Qinghuan looked at it again with satisfaction, and temporarily put it into the acceptance ring, who knew that as soon as he entered the acceptance ring, the sword flew towards a corner angrily, and smashed the several Dan bottles with bottles and pills placed there!

If it weren't for the fact that he was a little slower to withdraw his consciousness and catch a glimpse of this scene, I'm afraid that the next time he looks for the Kaina Ring, everything inside will be reduced to pieces.

Hurriedly took it out before the other party could destroy it again, Liu Qinghuan frowned and said: "It seems that the sword spirit in the sword is very unconvincing, no wonder the old man did not succeed in the sacrifice." ”

The sword in his hand was still struggling, he was a little embarrassed, thought about it, tried to bring it close to the inside of his arm, and the other party really got into the flesh and did not move.

Liu Qinghuan's expression became a little strange, looking at the sword-shaped traces that had just emerged and fell into thought, but fortunately, the sword finally stayed obediently and did not move again.

"Forget it, I'll deal with you later, but I don't have time now. ”

He hadn't forgotten that he was going through the Dao Tribulation, although the Tribulation had not moved for a long time, and even the thick dark clouds in the sky had dispersed.

He stood alone in the wasteland, thousands of miles away, but he could not see a single grass, except for stones and wind, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

The Dao Tribulation is extraordinary, this wasteland is not just as simple as an illusion, of course, it is not absolutely real, perhaps the square inch of the heart, heaven and earth are self-generated, and the Dao realm is endless.

The so-called unity of heaven and man is to integrate one's own way with the way of heaven, and truly use the laws of heaven and earth, and everything starts from this Dao tribulation in the stage of advancement and integration.

That's why he was able to suddenly realize that he could cut off the vitality of the old man by cutting the thread that represented the law of life and death.

Walking into the wasteland, Liu Qinghuan didn't know what he should look for in order to survive this tribulation, but he had a feeling that he needed to move forward without stopping, and he would eventually usher in the final test.

However, this walk was only three days, and the wasteland was still the same wasteland, and the surrounding scenery did not change at all.

Liu Qinghuan almost suspected that he was stepping on the ground in place, but judging from the subtle differences in the distribution of stones on the ground, he was indeed moving forward.

Time seemed to have stopped, the sky was always gloomy, and the sun and moon seemed to have forgotten this world and would never come.

One day, two days......

One month, two months......

One-year, two-year ......

Liu Qinghuan followed the induction and walked forward, and whenever he felt the intention of stopping, there seemed to be a voice in his ears saying not to stop, so he continued to walk, forgetting his purpose.

Gradually, a gray mist filled the air, submerging the earth, and he seemed to be walking in a chaos, his eyes glazed and nothing, like a walking corpse that had lost his soul, and the light of his soul became weaker and weaker.

The fog rolled, and there was a faint sound of cold laughter.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was a hundred years, the chaos finally changed, a path parted the fog, and when Liu Qinghuan stepped on one end of the road, he suddenly shouted in his sleep and woke up suddenly!

After a while, I saw that his face was frightened, and his back was soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and he looked back at the billowing gray mist behind him, and he was terrified.

Before he could figure out why he was afraid, he heard a coquettish reprimand from the front, and a woman in a gorgeous palace dress walked out: "It's grinding, don't come over quickly!"