"Bang!"

There were two loud noises in a row, and as the ink words in the air exploded, the fox hidden in the group of demon beasts also exploded into tens of millions of pieces, and they didn't even have time to scream.

The tiger looked up blankly at the place where the voice came from, and then his pupils shrank suddenly!

It's a sixth-order demon cultivator, and suddenly without warning, his body and bones are shattered, and his soul is destroyed, this is ......

He was shocked in his heart, and then looked at Liu Qinghuan, who was still standing in mid-air, and felt that the two were trembling, and he just wanted to kneel down and express all his submission.

Especially the pen in his hand, although the light has been retracted at this time, but just by writing a single word, he will be killed cleanly, it is really terrifying!

The suffocating silence quickly swept across the mountain, and even the wind seemed to stop, and the cloudy fog in the sky was black and heavy, as if it was about to fall down in the next moment.

And the menacing giant scorpion on the opposite hill suddenly seemed to turn into a silent black stone.

"Woo~"

A miserable beast cry suddenly sounded, and the group of demon beasts that had lost their drive quickly became a mess, and the breath of the Heavy Bird and the high-ranking monks pressed on them like a mountain again, and they all whimpered and trembled and wanted to escape.

The rout soon became out of control, and the mountains were full of monsters fleeing in a hurry.

Hu's eyes lit up, and he ran over and said excitedly: "Qinglin Daoyou, can you just let them escape like this? It's better to catch some and come back, and when you confront others in the future, it's better to drive them out of the way." ”

Liu Qinghuan floated to the ground and said lightly: "If you want, go to Zhang Luo." ”

Hu Ji touched his head and smiled, he actually knew that Liu Qinghuan didn't like this, but he always had to ask, he dared to really do it.

With permission, the tiger took his remaining few men to chase after him, shouting loudly while driving away the demon beast.

And in this chaos, the opposite hill was empty for some time, obviously the giant scorpion was shocked by Liu Qinghuan's killing of Qi with a thunderous blow, and lost its fighting spirit, and rushed to it vigorously, but slipped away quietly.

It wasn't until he was sure that the other party had completely disappeared that Liu Qinghuan coughed violently, the breath on his body quickly weakened, a layer of flush quickly appeared on his face, and his hand in the wide-sleeved robe trembled so much that he could barely hold the Thousand Autumn Reincarnation Pen.

After two pills in a row, his face was a little better, and the internal calm of the disorder calmed down a little.

Sure enough, it was still too reluctant, and when he wrote the third stroke, he had a feeling that he was unsustainable, and he almost lost his efforts halfway through writing.

Fortunately, the text in the Turbidity Abyss is still in its primitive stage, unlike other interfaces, where each person's name is at least two or three words.

And there are very few closed and special places like the Turbidity Abyss, and probably no one has come to tell the demon cultivators here the importance of real names as a medium to connect the monks' souls.

He looked at the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand, and as his breath fell back to the Transformation Stage, the spirit pattern that had been untied actually resurfaced, and the body of the pen was sealed again.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with thought, and there are two ways to attack the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen that he has explored at present, one is to use the enemy's essence and blood as ink, and reproduce his past unjust debts and debts, with injustice and revenge.

The second is the kind he tried today, writing down the opponent's real name, regardless of merit or demerits, and erasing it.

It may sound terrifying, but both approaches have their limitations.

First of all, it is not easy to get the essence blood and real name of the opponent, and the monk pays great attention to the hair and skin of his body, let alone the essence blood.

In addition, if the first type cannot drag the opponent into reckoning, then all the wrongs will be avowed against oneself.

And the second most difficult part, every stroke written by Qianqiu Reincarnation requires great mana, and he can now drop up to three strokes, even if he knows his real name, he can't write whoever he wants to die.

In the end, the grade of the Qianqiu reincarnation pen is too high, one horizontal and one vertical determines life and death, and one stroke writes reincarnation, which is as powerful as this, and his current cultivation cannot be completely controlled.

Putting the pen away, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and saw that the demon beasts all over the mountains had escaped, and they were dead, only Chu Yi was still by his side, and he couldn't help but show a smile.

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze!

"Come out!"

At the same time as the Drinking Question, it was the Floating Sword that slashed out in an instant!

"Boom!"

The rocks collapsed, the dust flew, and two figures sprang out from a hill on the left, spun around in the air a few times, and landed not far away.

Liu Qinghuan's face sank, and he saw that the two people who suddenly appeared were tall and short, and the tall one looked to be thirty or forty years old, and his momentum was as majestic as an iron tower. The shorter man was much younger, handsome-looking, and his hands rested on the arms of tall men.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and fell directly on the young man.

People cultivate, cultivation can't be seen, obviously so weak that they can't even stand on their feet, but they are still wearing an extremely heavy black robe, and their face is even more blue and white.

The black qi that is entwined in the center of the eyebrows is not dispersed, the spirit is not good, and the body is seriously injured.

However, even so, the other party still had a momentum of being calm and free, squinting and smiling: "Daoyou, can you still fight?"

The words are the universal language of the great world, without a trace of the accent in the voiced abyss.

Liu Qinghuan quietly withdrew the floating sword: "How can you fight, what if you can't?"

"If you can fight, you will have a fight with my servant, and if you win, I will let you go, if you lose......" He patted the tall man holding his arm: "Then I can only wronged you to go with me." ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a smile: "Are you sure that I don't have the strength to fight?"

The young male cultivator lowered his head and coughed a few times, coughing his face red, and his breath was a little weaker, but he still said with a smile on his face: "How can it be, Daoist cultivation is unfathomable, and he is full of treasures, where can there be no strength to fight." But ......"

He changed his words and said, "Try and you won't die." We're not the timid scorpions who run away with our tails between our legs when we're scared. ”

It seems that this person has been watching the battle here for a long time, Liu Qinghuan nodded casually, a white net suddenly appeared in his left eye, and his right eye was as black as an abyss.

The two people on the opposite side immediately looked tense, and the tall man took a step, blocking the young man behind him, and made a posture of response.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly smiled: "Your courage is indeed not small, but why should I fight your strong spirit beast, wouldn't it be cheap to directly find you, a person whose longevity is cut off, whose body is about to collapse, and who is not even full of soul?"

The white light in his eyes flickered, and he said, "You were knocked down from the Blue Heaven, that's why you were so seriously injured." And the reason why you have survived until now is because you have established a contract with the spirit beast behind you, and use the other party's soul to nourish your soul. If he dies, you have to die too!"

The young male cultivator's face changed sharply, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, revealing a kind of arrogance that only a master had for a long time.

He rubbed a yellow jade pendant in his hand, and a golden bell-like cover was buckled upside down, and sneered: "So what! If you want to fight with the deity, okay, you can come over and try it to see if you can break my thin shield!"

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