Liu Qinghuan's heart froze, the floating sword sword aura was released, and as soon as he turned around, a jet-black fist appeared strangely behind his back and smashed it violently!

Liu Qinghuan's cyan shield shook suddenly, and he felt a huge force coming, and his body flew out with the momentum, and his backhand was a sword.

The jet-black fist was stirred up and disintegrated in an instant, but there was a whistling sound on the other side, but it was countless sharp blades condensed from black mist, the tip of the blade flashed with sharp black light, and the body was cold.

Liu Qinghuan roared, his body spun, and the remnants of the eight-character sword trick were used, and thousands of sword lights suddenly burst open, and the silver-white brilliance followed one wave after another, like the remnants of snow and frost in the sky.

In a moment, the turbid fog in a radius of hundreds of feet was emptied, the sword qi was raging, and the eyesight was exhausted, and a white and vast world could be seen.

Changying, who tried to repeat the old trick and make another sneak attack, staggered out of the fog with a hint of horror in his eyes.

His face sank like water, and the purple-black round wheel blocking the sword in front of him was already covered with sword marks, but it was actually cut off by a layer, and he threw it away, and his body suddenly disappeared and disappeared again.

Liu Qinghuan frowned, the white light flashed in his eyes, and a large net covered his eyes.

The floating sword that converged the sword light turned into a sword and flew into the stroke of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand, and then aimed at a place on the left side, and slashed it sharply!

With a hiss, the space suddenly cracked, and a black shadow flew out of it, and in a flash, it fled into the void again.

Liu Qinghuan didn't even look back, and with a turn of the pen, he drew a ghostly light that flowed like a star, stabbing straight three feet away from his body.

With a scream, the shadow was stabbed again, narrowly escaping under the pen.

However, the other party still did not give up, tried to approach again and again, was found again and again, and was singled out of the void.

"What kind of magic are you, why can you always find me!"

Changying froze on the other side, roaring angrily, but he didn't dare to approach any longer.

I have used it several times before, and it can be described as an invincible hidden killing technique, but it is completely useless in front of this person!

And if he wants to launch the method of winning merit, he must be within three feet of the other party.

I saw that he was shrouded in demonic energy at this time, and his face was evil, where could he still see the shadow of a righteous monk.

And in Liu Qinghuan's field of vision, he was still bubbling out with a bloody breath all over his body, as if countless blood snakes spitting poisonous letters were tightly wrapped around his body, and from time to time he would turn around and bite back.

Such a strong bloody aura is simply shocking, although Changying has condensed the Yang God, but it can be seen that the golden light on the other party's Yang God is only a thin layer, and it is being eaten away by those resentful blood demons little by little.

Therefore, no matter how he concealed his whereabouts, it was as clear in Liu Qinghuan's eyes as the light of fire in the night.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly asked, "You have transferred from the righteous path to the demon path, right?"

Changying suddenly became vigilant and took a step back: "What's the matter with you!"

"No wonder ......"

If you follow the Demon Path from beginning to end, then you won't have such a heavy bloody aura, and if you turn to the Demon Path halfway from the right path, it is equivalent to deviating from the original Dao heart, and the backlash will be even heavier.

When the golden light of the Yang God was all gone, this person's divine soul would immediately collapse.

The cycle of heavenly principles, the killing caused by greed, sooner or later, will repay one's body.

Looking at his appearance, he seems to know his own situation, but why is he still recklessly taking away the cultivation of others?

Are you not afraid of death? Or are you reluctant to quickly improve your cultivation, and there is already a solution to the bloody evil?

Liu Qinghuan smiled incomprehensibly: In this way, it is easier to solve the other party than he imagined.

The Thousand Autumn Reincarnation Pen Flow, which had completely unlocked the first seal, burst out with bright stars, and was gently held up by him......

Changying's expression was extremely ugly, this person actually saw through the hidden dangers of his cultivation at a glance, and he must not stay!

raised his head and roared, and an object appeared in his hand, the whole body was fiery and crystalline, but it was a palm-sized gourd.

I saw that he quickly rubbed the surface of the gourd, and one after another the words shining with brilliant gold lit up.

The word is composed of countless dots and lines, mysterious and incomprehensible, but Liu Qinghuan gasped, just because it was a secret immortal text!

The Secret Immortal Script, also known as the True Immortal Script, was originally a script used in the fairy world, but because it could not be manifested in their human world, it became a difficult text composed of dots and lines.

And Liu Qinghuan once obtained three small objects with secret immortal scripts, except for the half-destroyed one, the other two are extremely powerful and have incalculable capabilities.

His face changed drastically, and he stomped his foot violently, and his figure immediately disappeared from the spot, and he fled upwards as fast as he could!

The next moment, I heard the distant sound of beauty coming from under my feet.

The voice was so intimate, as if someone was whispering in his ear, which made the mind of the person who heard it become trance-like, and there was a sense of out-of-body soul.

However, Liu Qinghuan's sense was strong enough, and he broke free from it in an instant, and let out a light sound from his mouth, but it rolled like spring thunder, and he forcibly suppressed the beautiful sound.

The other party's crazy laughter came from below: "What are you running, or obediently send your Yang God to me to devour, and I will leave you a whole corpse!"

Liu Qinghuan ignored it, and only fled to the top of the boundless cliff quickly.

The fog around him turned dark again, and his whole body was shrouded in glittering blue light, resisting the influence from the turbid fog with his strong mana, and with each earth shrinking technique, he would escape a large distance.

But there was a pillar of fiery red light, forcibly breaking through the heavy black fog and shining on.

A majestic suction force suddenly came from the pillar of light, Liu Qinghuan felt a pang in his heart, lifted the Qianqiu reincarnation pen, and swiped it fiercely, and a long river hung upside down!

With a loud bang, the pillar of light was scattered, and the huge force exploded violently, shattering the hanging wall and collapsing large pieces of mountain rocks.

At the same time, the pouring fire splashed everywhere, like boiling oil, and even the surrounding turbid fog was ignited, and the unpleasant scorching smell immediately dispersed.

Liu Qinghuan was shocked, what kind of fire is this, it is so powerful, even the mist can ignite!

However, it was obvious that Changying was also afraid of this fire, and let out an exclamation and dodged to the side.

It's just that he was already below, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, and he was busy using the gourd to collect the fire.

Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, he actually climbed a mountain rock and stopped, and with a shake of his left hand, a small pale blue flame appeared, which was extremely cautiously floated in the air, not daring to touch half a minute.

Then he took a step, and the next moment he appeared behind Changying, and with a light send, the flames flew out.

Changying turned his head suddenly, saw a small flame flying in, his face showed a trace of sneer, and the gourd mouth turned around, and once again spewed out a pillar of fiery red light.

Liu Qinghuan was a little under his feet, and his body was like a wrinkling in the wind, and he had floated away lightly before the pillar of light touched his body.

And the flame seemed to pass through the pillar of light without any influence and fell on the other party.

In an instant, it was as if the entire heart and soul were torn apart, and the screams resounded throughout the Dao Boundless!