Clumps of ore were left behind, and the earth began to become desolate, and the colors faded away, leaving only rough stones that had weathered into strange shapes.

It was eerily quiet, as if the world had been abandoned by the world, and even though the sand and stones occasionally rolled, no sound could be heard.

Liu Qinghuan could only hear his own heavy breathing, and along the way, he took advantage of the extremely special environment of Jingluo Yuan to hide in Tibet, and did not dare to relax at all, so as to avoid being caught up again.

Feeling the concentration of the aura, the heart is a little calm, this is already the depths of the static falling plain, the chaotic and at any time in a state of riot aura has been thinned to nearly a few, the space gives people a strong sense of squeezing, as if jumping into a deep pool of extremely viscous water, every move will take more strength.

This is the true face of the Silent Falling Plain, although it is not an absolute forbidden spirit land, but it is even more terrifying than the forbidden spirit land, the ubiquitous strong pressure can suppress people to explode directly, even if he cultivates the Ten Thousand Tribulations Immortal Body Technique, he is also very difficult at this time.

Liu Qinghuan took a breath, found a hole between several large stones, and squeezed into it to sit down.

The injury he suffered was not light, and the Mahayana sword was a little reluctant after all, but fortunately, he was a Aoki Holy Body, not to mention the first in his self-recovery ability, and he was definitely the best in the Three Thousand Realms.

However, before healing, he first took out a bag of stone wood crystals and poured them into the ten thousand wood bottles, over the years, the Songxi Cave Heaven Map has been harvesting stone wood crystals in a steady stream, most of the low quality ones were traded to the hands of the cave heaven clans, and the good ones were selected by Chu Yi and stored in the warehouse.

The wood crystal in Liu Qinghuan's hand is one of the treasures, each one is like a crystal clear, and some even have a golden color, and the power contained in it is extremely huge, and then through the ten thousand wood bottles, it has become one of his next reliance against the Mahayana monks.

He put away the Wanmu vase and carefully checked the Buddha seal on his right shoulder, and found that the seal was not damaged, and the previous feeling of looseness seemed to be just an illusion on his part.

For the sake of insurance, Liu Qinghuan strengthened the seal again, although he would not be able to purify the Buddha seal, but he had seen Jishi perform it many times before, and if he had gained, it would be no problem to strengthen it.

After dealing with these two things, Liu Qinghuan calmed down and began to concentrate on recuperating his injuries.

The outside world was quiet again, and with the occasional whimper of the wind, it was as dead as a grave. I don't know how long it was, but there was a slight rustling sound, which seemed to be the sound of sand and stones being blown by the wind and rolling across the ground.

Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly, looked out of the cave, and the immortal killing spear that had been in his hand suddenly stabbed out, breaking the silence of heaven and earth in an instant!

Several large stones that formed a hole exploded, and one of them flew out horizontally, but it was intercepted by a big wizened hand, crushed by a hand, and a low and hoarse laugh sounded: "I'm quite alert, I can be regarded as catching you!"

Liu Qinghuan swept the tip of his spear and stabbed towards the place where the sound was, and then heard the sound of the gold and stone clashing, and a black shadow flew out of the flying sand and stones and landed on a big stone not far away.

It was a withered old man, with a deeply wrinkled face, and his hair was so thinning that it was draped in the back of his head. He bent his waist slightly, and looked at Liu Qinghuan as if he was looking at an object, without a trace of temperature.

Liu Qinghuan was also looking at the other party, and when he saw the other party's hands, his expression turned grim, and he said, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The old man's face seemed to be dark, and he said in an extremely cold tone: "You don't need to know who the deity is, you just need to know that your life is in the hands of the old man now, and if you know each other, you will immediately hand over the immortal treasure!"

Liu Qinghuan smiled when he heard this, flipped it over in his hand, and ten thousand wooden bottles appeared in his hand.

"Okay, if you have the ability, you can get it!"

As he spoke, he lifted the ten thousand wooden bottles, and a few drops of crystal nectar fell into his mouth, and the next moment the green gold burst out, like a brilliant flame around him.

"However, Xianbao has long recognized me as the master, and I am afraid that I don't want to follow you. ”

The old man's gaze became hot and greedy, and he said, "Whether you want to follow me or not, it's not for you to have the final say in a merger period......

Liu Qinghuan laughed sarcastically and interrupted him: "Even if you are in the Mahayana realm, this place is a quiet and falling plain, and you can't use magic, unless Your Excellency is also a physical cultivator, otherwise what can you do with me!"

"This is what you rely on?" the old man laughed as if he had heard some joke: "Hahaha, self-righteousness!

Before the words fell, the withered old man's stiff waist straightened, and a strange clicking sound came from his thin body, and his body rose into the air like an eagle falcon, and the bones of the hands that were looked at by Liu Qinghuan a few more times exploded, and the thin fingers were quickly dyed with pitch black, and they grabbed it with a claw!

"The deity will let you see, even if you don't cultivate your body, it can tear you to pieces!"

"Okay!" Liu Qinghuan was not only not afraid, but his eyes were filled with vigorous fighting intent, and he shouted, the immortal killing spear that had already been ready to be launched was like the sound of wind and thunder, and the tip of the spear flashed with a trace of silver, and for a moment it was on the claws that suddenly appeared as if it had passed through the barrier of space.

As soon as he made contact, the withered old man felt that something was wrong, and the unimaginable huge force shook his hands numbly, and a fierce aura rushed to his body, tearing his soul.

There was a loud bang, and a thunderclap exploded between the two, and the ground sank three feet suddenly, and the huge force that swept out collapsed the hard stone ore into fine powder, and the smoke and dust rose into the air, like a fog suddenly falling, flying sand all over the sky, and was quickly pressed back to the ground by the ubiquitous weight between heaven and earth.

A moment later, the withered old man swept out from under the pit with a look of surprise on his face.

Then, a silver-black spear came after him, like a terrifying dragon, and the fighting spirit was like fire!

Liu Qinghuan was unusual, even if the other party was a Mahayana monk, not only did he not show half retreat and timidity, but he also forged ahead, with an undying posture.

The immortal killing spear wrapped around the other party like a spirit snake, but seeing the silver light flashing rapidly, the evil qi was chaotic, and every time it stabbed out, a terrifying power exploded, the sky shook with it, and the earth opened deep cracks.

All of a sudden, the withered old man was forced to retreat again and again by his indomitable momentum, and his hands were already trembling under the repeated exchanges with the immortal killing spear. He couldn't help but be furious in his heart, and he wanted to regain the initiative, but the strange spatial pressure in the Silent Falling Plains pressed the meridians around him to move, and he couldn't cast any spells at all.

And Liu Qinghuan's immortal body of the Ten Thousand Tribulations was originally cultivated under great pressure, but the more he fought, the more he fought, the more he fought, the more hearty he became.

This is the reason why he chose Jingluoyuan, only here can his cultivation advantages be brought into full play.

However, although most of the Mahayana monks have never practiced their bodies, their Dharma bodies have been tempered by the Ascending Immortal Thunder Tribulation, and their strength is not lower than that of ordinary body cultivation, so the old man seems to have fallen behind at this time, but he is not defeated.

This side is in the middle of a fierce battle, and several figures have appeared in the sky, and they are rapidly sweeping towards this side!