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"I'm not your husband. Liu Qinghuan said indifferently.

The illusion walked over gently, and a trace of worry appeared on his face: "What's wrong with you, husband, I'm Yinyin." ”

"Really?" Liu Qinghuan sneered: "Mu Yinyin can't fight with me, how can you call me husband." ”

After a pause, obviously knowing that he had been recognized, a strange smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly said in a low voice like a man: "The cycle of cause and effect, everything has a certainty. Idiot, don't you understand?"

Liu Qinghuan's face changed greatly, and the sword intent of life and death was instantly held in his hand: "Who are you!"

I saw that the illusion raised its head and let out a terrible ghost cry, the originally white face quickly became wrinkled, the slender blood-red phoenix eyes often flowed tears, and the nails of the ten fingers came out a foot long, howling and pounced!

Liu Qinghuan had already prepared, and as soon as he stepped on the ground with his right foot, his body floated away, rubbing his sharp claws to dodge.

With only two "clicks", the sturdy-looking mahogany side of the ship cracked into pieces under the claws. With a wave of his claws, he grabbed Liu Qinghuan again.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan had flown behind the illusion that had completely turned into a ghost, and with a flash of gray light, the gray sword pierced in from behind, and emerged in front of the illusion's chest, and when it was stirred again, a large hole appeared in its chest.

But the ghost seemed to be unconscious, his face was full of tears, his mouth was cracked to the base of his ears, and he looked strange and terrifying with a hideous and cruel smile. The ghost cry that sent chills down its back kept howling out of its mouth, and it turned around and pounced on Liu Qinghuan again.

The big hole in his chest is still so lively, Liu Qinghuan is also an eye-opener. The ghost approached, and was greeted by a pair of palms covered in cyan flames.

"Whoa!" came the miserable ghost scream, and the ghost danced wildly for a moment with its teeth and claws, and turned into ashes in the Qinglian karmic fire.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the Qinglian Karma Fire, this ghost would probably be extremely difficult to deal with!

Knock knock, a yellowish bead rolled a few times on the ship's board.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan leaned over and picked it up: "Ghost beads?"

I saw that this ghost bead was the size of a fist, and there was a trace of black smoke circulating in the bead.

Suddenly, Liu Qinghuan looked surprised, and pulled out a thin line from the collar, on which hung a small piece of wood, which was the heart of the Huangquan ghost willow tree where he had died from the broken abyss.

Because the heart of the tree has the effect of nourishing the divine sense, Liu Qinghuan has always worn it around his neck. At this time, the heart of the tree was trembling slightly.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the ghost bead in his left hand and put it into the heart of the tree. I saw wisps of yellow spring gas gushing out of the heart of the tree, and I rolled towards the ghost bead as if I couldn't bear it.

The wisp of black smoke in the bead shrank into a black dot in the center of the bead as if frightened.

The aura of the Yellow Spring covered the surface of the ghost bead with a layer, and the black dots were pulled and moved outward little by little. It panicked and tried to resist the pull, rushing left and right in the orb.

But where can you escape? Soon, the Yellow Spring's Qi pulled out the wisp of black smoke and devoured it. For a while, the yellow light was prosperous, and the qi of the yellow spring seemed to be greatly replenished, and the number was doubled!

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect such an unexpected gain, after the ghost bead was sucked up of the black smoke, the essence of the bead was also quickly sucked away, and finally it was directly shattered into slag.

"Tsk!" Liu Qinghuan was surprised, since he got this tree heart, except for using it when dealing with corpses, he didn't have a chance to use it again.

From this point of view, he still has some yin beads on his body, I don't know if the qi of Huangquan likes it or not?

Thinking about it, he took out a corpse puppet's yin bead and approached the heart of the tree. Sure enough, the breath of Huangquan came out again.

Liu Qinghuan laughed. This is also to blame him, he wants to know that these Yin Beads are useful for the Qi of Huangquan, and he has already taken them out. He simply sat down on the plank, took out all the Yin beads he had gotten before, and then took off the heart of the tree and placed it on it.

However, these Yin Beads are very low-level, and the only big ones are obtained from the corpse general, but there are only a few. As all the Yin Beads dissolved into pieces, the Yellow Spring Qi increased a little more, and it retracted back into the heart of the tree.

The fluttering boats were still moving forward, and there was still a dead silence on the river, and I didn't know where to go or where the shore was.

The illusion was no longer out of the demon for a while, and Liu Qinghuan had nothing to do, so he walked into the cabin.

In the cabin, there were a few low tables on the left and right sides, filled with good food and wine, and drums and strings in one corner. He walked around the cabin and his gaze suddenly fell on a yellow cylindrical stick.

Ghost Torture Stick?

Liu Qinghuan picked up the short stick, and saw that there were layers of talismans engraved on it, and all Liu Qinghuan could understand was the simplest exorcism. There are also a few ancient characters that he does not know engraved on the body of the stick, and each stroke is like a golden hook iron painting, revealing fierceness and majesty.

"Why did the magic weapon of the Dao Gate appear in the trial of the Buddha Gate?" Liu Qinghuan was very puzzled.

The ghost torture stick is a kind of magic weapon of the Daomen, which is used to open the altar or drive away ghosts, kill demons and evil spirits, and even directly torture the soul to make it spit out hidden secrets. Now he actually appeared on a trial in Buddhism, which made Liu Qinghuan feel very strange.

If I had known that I had entered the cabin earlier, I would not have killed that crybaby so quickly. It's a pity that I was afraid of falling into a trap, but I missed a chance to know the secret.

The matter has come to this, and Liu Qinghuan doesn't bother to think about it anymore. This illusion did not mean to stop at all, Liu Qinghuan leaned on the side of the boat for a while, and in a flash, he had arrived in another space.

"There's no end to it!" Liu Qinghuan said dissatisfiedly, looking up.

It resembles the bottom of a well, the size of a stone chamber. It was made of rough stone on all sides, and it was covered with moss. High overhead, you can see a narrow sky, and the sun is just right, and white clouds are floating past.

In the corner, a stone slab identical to that outside the illusion was placed, with a clear mark on it that was exactly the same as the one he had been sitting on before.

He looked at the slab and then looked up at the sky above him.

"Always give it a try. After muttering to himself, Liu Qinghuan relied on the trick of resisting the wind. However, he had barely left the ground when a sudden force of gravity arose below him, pressing him back to the ground.

"Forbidden space?" Liu Qinghuan frowned and summoned the little hoofhorned beast. The little hoofhorn flapped its wings and looked at him blankly, as if asking why it couldn't fly.

Liu Qinghuan touched its head and took it back into the spirit beast bag, while thinking about the meaning of the illusion here. He climbed up the walls of the wells around him. This time, I finally didn't encounter that sudden pressure.

Using both hands and feet, he was soon far away from the bottom of the well, at least a few dozen feet away from the ground. But when I looked up again, the sky was still so far away, and it didn't become half a minute.

After another half of the day, it was still the same. Looking down, the bottom of the well is almost the same as before, still only a few dozen zhang away.

It seems that this realm is not for people to climb out, so the only thing left is ......

Back at the bottom of the well, Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the stone slab.

"Do you want to sit in a well and watch the sky?" he smiled wryly.