The sky cracked several cracks, and the crimson black flames poured down like a torrential rain, and the domineering heat wave swept in all directions, its majesty burning mountains and boiling the sea, and the pure gold and stubborn iron also melted into pulp in an instant.

And on this side, there is an ocean-like water, and the cold aura behind people overflows, which is in stark contrast to the surging waves of fire, like two heavens of water and fire, vying for control of this piece of heaven and earth.

One side is full of water and gas, and the other side is a heat wave, sometimes like being in a cold winter, sometimes like falling into a fire cellar, the momentum is huge, and the waves are magnificent.

Liu Qinghuan stood on the Xuanmu boat, secretly frightened in his heart, the female lu is worthy of being a demon who can cause drought from the sky, and the fire he operates is called the Burning Pole Flame, which is a rare Yang fire in the ghost fire, and its power cannot be underestimated, which is why he did not break through the wall of fire before.

The terrifying enthusiasm became more and more surging as the female lu approached, forcing his Dao realm to gradually retreat, as if he was invincible.

Liu Qinghuan raised his pen and lightly hooked it, and the blood-yellow river rolled up stormy waves, and as soon as it was connected with the flames, it stirred up a surging mist.

Seeing this situation, the female lu seemed to see the dawn of victory, and the original idea of escaping quickly turned into greed for the fairy treasure.

The cracks in the already shattered sky deepened, as if they wanted to incinerate the world to ashes, and large clumps of incendiary flames rolled out, smashing the River Styx below to the brink of severance.

And the figure of the female squire bathed in this rain of fire rose a few feet higher, and with a roar in the sky, the boiling flames rose a point, and took a step forward, and the sea of fire also advanced a few feet forward.

Liu Qinghuan watched coldly as the other party gradually became rampant, the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen in his hand slowly raised, and the mana of his whole body poured into the pen like a flood.

I saw that the golden lines on the ink-black pen body that were given by the Heavenly Dao and plated on the altar of the Forgotten City that day suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, just like the light of the sky at the dawn of dawn!

In the next moment, the Netherworld River, which had retreated to its feet, suddenly stopped surging, and the original blood-yellow river gradually became as black as ink, and the breath of death was like an icy wind born from the flat ground, and the scorching flames that surged into it

Like a traveler shivering in the wind, the heat of his whole body is blown to the brink.

The temperature around her cooled down again, and the female squire, who was rushing forward in high spirits, suddenly stopped, her face cloudy for a moment, and then she turned around and retreated, her body drowned out by the dancing flames.

A hint of mockery floated at the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and the blade of the pen that shone with a faint brilliance shook, and a little sword intent flew down like starlight, turning into a thick broadsword in an instant, returning to the ultimate sword intent

Majestic!

Everywhere the sword light passed, the water waves surged, and the flames emptied, but there was no figure of the female slur.

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, his divine sense probed, but he still didn't find the other party, as if the other party had quietly disappeared.

He turned his gaze suspiciously, and suddenly there was a strange fluctuation from his divine sense, and a faint red shadow flashed and rushed in his direction!

"Humph!"

Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other party's plan, it is rumored that the female lu is a part of the divine soul of the divine beast, and she is born with the magical power of taking other people's bodies for her own use.

However, what Liu Qinghuan is not afraid of the most is the battle of spirits, and the other party is afraid that he will hit the iron plate this time. As his mind turned, his divine consciousness had turned into a large semi-condensed palm, and he grabbed it in the palm of his hand with a squeeze of the red shadow that rushed towards him.

The red shadow struggled desperately, constantly changing its shape and rushing left and right, but it couldn't break free of the great palm of divine consciousness like a solid wall.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, the other party turned into a woman's appearance again, revealing a pitiful appearance, and begged: "I was wrong, Daoist friend please let ...... go"

Liu Qinghuan had already lost his patience, where was he willing to listen to her argument again, grabbed her neck, and his strong divine sense was like a sharp sword, piercing into the other party's sea of consciousness......

After a few breaths, Liu Qinghuan let go of his hand, and the folds in his eyebrows flattened a lot.

From the memory of the female lu, I learned that the clan demon cultivator was a close attendant of the dove and had been following him all the time. This time, the three of them traveled thousands of miles to find Yun Mengze, but in fact, he was the only one who suspected that the fairy treasure was on Liu Qinghuan, and after learning that he had returned to Yun Mengze, he called the other two to come over with him on the grounds of tracking the traces of the dove.

In other words, Nulu and the other person didn't know about the fairy treasure at first, and everything was done by the clan demon cultivator.

Liu Qinghuan secretly decided in his heart that at least the matter of the immortal treasure was still very secret and had not been leaked out. But...... Even if there are still people who are suspicious, it is something he can't control.

He felt quite helpless, so far, because the incident caused by the manna bottle of Wan Mu Zhengrong has never stopped, he originally thought that he could sit back and relax by killing the dove, but when he turned his head, someone suspected him again. Although it is still a chain reaction caused by the dove, there may be a second one, and it is really hard to say whether anyone will come to the door in the future.

Alas, in fact, in the final analysis, his strength is not up to the point of preserving the Xuantian Supreme Treasure, if he wants to do it once and for all, unless his cultivation reaches the Mahayana realm, he can only passively wait for others to come to the door.

Looking at the demon who was languishing after being forcibly searched for souls in his hands, Liu Qinghuan couldn't give birth to any compassion, and shook his palm fiercely!

The rain of fire had long since stopped, and the tumbling flames had gradually receded due to the death of their master, and were extinguished by the black waters of the dark river.

Retreating to the Dao Realm and returning to the Eastern Wilderness, although the fierce battle before was fought in the isolated Divine Passage Realm, it still affected the external environment. The once thriving jungle has been turned into a scorched earth, full of traces of the aftermath of a major drought, and it is not known how many years before grass and trees can grow again.

Liu Qinghuan shot repeatedly, the spiritual power in his body had been consumed, and he was also deeply tired, but he thought that after delaying for so long, there was still something serious waiting for him to do, but he couldn't stop and rest.

He took out a Dharma boat, summoned Fu Bao and Xiao Hei, and ordered him to go to the boat, while he seized the time to breathe.

The two spirit beasts seemed to have long been accustomed to Liu Qinghuan repelling the enemy, so they only asked a few words of concern, and then obediently stopped disturbing him.

The next journey was quite smooth, the magic ship quickly arrived at the immortal city under the Thousand Pages Mountain, and was teleported to the immortal city of the Wanhu realm through the magic circle, and after several turnovers, it finally arrived at the Qingqu Wasteland a few days later.

With the token given by Tongzhen in hand, the attitude of those Qingqu troops guarding the Immortal Root Banyan was much better this time, and they led him all the way to the wall of the realm, and saw that a dust-swept man in green clothes was already waiting there.

Liu Qinghuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Meet the dust-sweeping seniors." ”

Combined overhaul smiled faintly: "Let's meet again." ”