Liu Qinghuan admits that he is not a person who cares about helping the world, and when he encounters things that have nothing to do with him, he is rarely willing to meddle in things. He has been in Yunmengze for many years, and he has been hunted down and killed, and he has also killed people.

Now that there is a war, countless people die on the battlefield every day, and he never thinks that he can save those people, he can't even save himself, and he has to rush to the mirage to carry out the most dangerous mission.

But when he unexpectedly learned where the captured monk Yun Mengze was kept, he had an impulse to make a night detective move, and then what?

Seeing the despair and numbness on the faces of those nuns, they fell into the hands of the enemy, and were about to be placed on the stage to be picked up and evaluated, and then reduced to the playthings of lust or the furnace to be sucked dry, and all that awaited them was abuse and death.

He had killed people, but as a Yunmengze monk, he didn't want to see his compatriots in the same world being humiliated by people from the other world. It's like your own family can fight and kill at home, but you can't allow outsiders to bully.

However, he had to think about the back road. You can't reveal your identity, and you have to make arrangements after you rescue people.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the twenty or thirty female cultivators in the room again, couldn't help but have a headache, and slowly retreated outside.

Plan and then act, you need to lay out a back road before you can do it, otherwise it will be difficult to save people after startling the grass and snakes.

He had just retreated to the bottom of the stairs when a sudden muffled sound came from above, and if he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have ignored the past.

Liu Qinghuan's divine sense immediately swept up, and he happened to see the figure of the big man who had fallen before, and there was another one lying next to him, both of whom were in different places.

A dark shadow had rushed towards the ground as fast as lightning, and it was impossible to see clearly, but it must have been Brother Jindan.

Liu Qinghuan's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he had already stuck to the corner.

The sound of money and music still came from the other room, and they didn't know that their companion had been turned into a corpse, lying coldly upstairs.

The black shadow quickly scurried down, and did not hide its figure, and the black short sword in his hand still carried the blood that had not had time to coagulate, and entered the room without making any stops.

Liu Qinghuan was not good, this person acted without concealment, if he made a big move, he would not end well if he also sneaked in.

The room was first shouted angrily, and soon there were screams, and all kinds of magic light and spiritual power fluctuations erupted!

Liu Qinghuan was slightly annoyed, and now he had to bite the bullet.

He stopped thinking about it, and instantly flashed to another door that opened the circle.

The next moment, I saw the light curtain of the magic circle open, and a middle-aged male cultivator who was only hurriedly draped in a robe rushed out of the door, revealing a large body of bronze strong and strong. There was cold anger on his face, and the strong coercion of the Jin Dan period poured out without reservation!

Suddenly, his body shifted to the left, and a blue-purple sword slashed down against his body, shaving off a strand of dancing hair.

The middle-aged male cultivator was instantly covered in a cold sweat, if he slowed down a little, it would be his head that would be cut off.

"Who!" he shouted angrily, his body retreating to the other side of the passage, his mind sweeping wildly, looking for traces of those who had sneaked up on him, and at the same time quickly gauging the situation.

In addition to the intruders who were killing in the house over there, there was also one of his accomplices hidden in this passage, and both of them were Jin Dan cultivators.

He had to kill one of them before they besieged him, or the situation would be extremely unfavorable to him.

I couldn't help but feel two points of urgency in my heart, and the blue-purple sword light appeared above my head again, and it fell from the sky with a force of ten thousand jun!

I saw him roar, his body turned over and folded, his arms suddenly became thicker like steamed buns, his right hand drilled out of his sleeve like a raptor, and smashed it with a punch, and the slightest black lines appeared around the fist, only to hear a bang, the falling blue-purple long sword was bombarded, and a sad roar was released, and the sword light splashed like fireworks.

That fist didn't seem to be afraid of the cold sword light, the speed was extremely fast, and it was another punch that brought out an afterimage!

But seeing the swing of the long sword, it escaped into the void in an instant, the middle-aged male cultivator smiled fiercely, and his five fingers suddenly opened, and the hammer immediately turned into a grasp, as if he wanted to pull back the long sword that escaped into the void.

At this time, a figure wrapped in black qi appeared on the side, and the middle-aged male slender shouted: "It's good!"

The left hand that had not moved waved like a snake, and the ripples that could not be seen spread out, and then slapped out with a palm!

This palm is even more powerful than a fist, even if it opens a mountain and breaks the river, it hits the black gas like a clap on a ball of cotton, and the soft cotton has nowhere to fall.

The palm of his hand fell into the black gas, and a strong pull came, and the black gas spread. The middle-aged male cultivator was shocked, and when he looked around, the original dark and damp passage had disappeared, and he didn't know when he had arrived in a small dark sky, and at the same time his chest hurt!

Liu Qinghuan pulled out the sword intent of life and death, and a burst of blood rushed out, and he blocked it out with a wave of his hand, without touching half a drop.

He looked at a small piece of the Dead Domain he had created, because of the narrow underground space, he didn't want to cause a big disturbance, so he compressed the Sword Domain Divine Power to a very small range, but he didn't expect the effect he received was not bad.

He received his magical powers, and then he saw the monk who had swaggered in before staring at him vigilantly next to the open door on the other side: "Who are you?"

Liu Qinghuan also looked at him, nodded his chin to the end of the passage, and asked instead of answering, "Are you here for those female cultivators?"

Both sides suddenly fell silent, suspicious, speculative, hostile, and neither could trust the other.

However, this is not a place to stay for long, and the man looked at him strangely, and asked again, "Who are you?"

This time, it was in Yun Mengze's language.

Liu Qinghuan was slightly shocked, looked at him in disbelief, thought about it, he took a step to the right, sealed the intersection of the exit, and then said: "The smoke wave is slightly vast Qianye Mountain, and it will fly to Yunmengze overnight." ”

An ancient song that was widely circulated in Yunmengze was slowly read out by him.

The other party grinned: "Haha, Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds are coming down one after another." ”

But he sings, and his voice is low, but he is full of pride.

Liu Qinghuan smiled and wiped it on his face, revealing his original appearance: "Wen Shi sent Liu Qinghuan, I don't know who your friend is?"

The other party also tapped twice on his body, revealing a rough face: "Liang Jing'an, loose cultivation." It turned out to be you! That day you were sitting next to the monk of the bitter sea, eating meat and drinking wine. ”

Liu Qinghuan never expected to meet his companion who took over the task here, although he hadn't spoken to him at the time, he still recognized the name and appearance.

He looked around and hurriedly asked, "Liang Daoyou, you also saved those female cultivators?"

"Of course!" Liang Jing'an looked at him with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and when he glared, he showed a bit of viciousness: "I heard that the auction of Na Laoshizi was going to sell my Yunmengze female cultivator into a furnace, so I searched for it and searched for several days before I found it here." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden horn in the door next to him, and it seemed that something had fallen to the ground.

"We'll talk about that later. Liu Qinghuan said, and as soon as he turned around, he entered the room of the Jindan monk from the other world.

Liang Jing'an also followed, and the two of them saw at a glance that on the simple stone bed in the back, a woman was lying on the edge of the bed weakly, holding her broken dress tightly in her hands to cover her body, staring at the door.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan, the other party's eyes widened instantly, and surprise, pain, embarrassment and other expressions quickly flashed on his face, and finally all turned into despair.