Liu Qinghuan looked at the Qianqiu reincarnation pen in his hand.

Life and death go back and forth endlessly, just as the wheel rotates without end, life and death and reincarnation have always been connected.

Looking back once in three thousand years, the Tao is from the old people. Life is not the end, death is not the end, there is a great terror between life and death, so the monks all look forward to leaving life and death and transcending reincarnation.

Liu Qinghuan flicked the pen of reincarnation, and since he got this treasure of destiny, he has taken it with him every day, pondering it all the time.

A wisp of light jumped up from the pen and flicked on his fingertips, and the artistic conception of the mysterious Tao slowly unfolded.

It is like the dew drops and blisters on the blades of grass, and they are like idle flowers and wild grasses in the mountains and forests, proud and falling. Time passes, the cycle of life and death, the way of reincarnation, and there is life and death in the absence of life and death.

He flashed a flash of realization, lifted the pen, and fell!

......

I don't know when the offensive and defensive momentum has reversed.

The middle-aged male cultivator, who was aggressive at the beginning, hid in the realm created by his own Dao Fa and couldn't shrink back, and Liu Qinghuan, who was forced to be stormy at the beginning, was strongly anti-guest at this time.

The surging power of the five elements fills the heaven and earth, on one side is the glow of color, the mountains and rivers are hidden in the clouds and neon and the bright and extinguished, the beginning of everything between the chaos, and the vicissitudes of life spiral down.

On the other side, the endless darkness spread silently, and the place passed was silent, but when it came into contact with this new world, it became extremely fierce, turning into a raging black tide.

A wave of annihilation, a wave of rebirth, a wave of unsettled, wave after wave, the sound of slapping like thunder rolling, constantly tearing the five-colored glow.

It's just a contest between the two, and for a while no one can help anyone, and the situation is at a stalemate.

Compared with Liu Qinghuan, the middle-aged male cultivator at this time was already full of annoyance.

The so-called Great Dao Dispute, in this situation now, it is obvious that he has fallen to the upper hand, after all, the other party's cultivation is a whole step lower than him!

At this moment, the middle-aged male cultivator's heart suddenly froze, and he turned his head sharply.

The surging black tide seemed to suddenly become a little different, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was loud, and the earth built by the power of the five elements was slapped and collapsed in large areas, and it was reclassified into a colorful glow, and the waves rolled over, and then disappeared and disappeared.

The sound of "click" sounded, and this small world seemed to collapse when it saw it!

The middle-aged man trimmed his face and instantly became as black as the bottom of a pot, and as soon as he raised his hand, two rounds of suns suddenly appeared in the sky.

The earth wheel fell to the ground, turning into a continuous ridge of mountains and rivers, towering the heavens and the earth, stabilizing the trembling space.

The golden wheel shone into the sky, and the bright and blazing golden light bloomed, driving the darkness back with great penetrating power.

The middle-aged male cultivator's heart turned, and he exhausted his gloomy color, flew up to the top of the mountain, and said to Liu Qinghuan outside: "Hahaha, it seems that your Dao is no more than Er'er, what kind of great cause and effect technique, you dare to rank second in the Three Thousand Great Avenues, and it may not be much stronger than my Great Five Elements Technique!"

Across the sea, Liu Qinghuan's gaze left the Qianqiu Reincarnation pen in his hand, glanced up, and lowered his head indifferently.

In his pen, a faint glow slowly flows, and a narrow, small, and dilapidated wooden boat gradually floats out of the black tide......

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, but he didn't expect that many years later, he would still be able to see this wooden boat, which was extremely ordinary in the mortal world, but had a special meaning for him.

When he turned into a god, in order to integrate the Dao realm, he once sealed his memory and spiritual sense to enter the world, and worked as a ferryman between the world and the underworld for decades.

The ferryman did the errand of bringing the dead souls of mortals who had been sent to life into reincarnation, and today he had the intention of comprehending reincarnation, and this ship naturally appeared.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged male cultivator came again, but this time the conversation suddenly changed and became serious.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that you are not a person from my Qingying, and it is not easy to go up to Qingying. You and I fight each other, fight to the death, and in the end, maybe both sides will lose, and the treasures will be cheaper than others. ”

He looked meaningfully into the distance, and over there was the direction where the selfless was.

Hearing this, Liu Qinghuan finally had a reaction, but he just glanced at him with a smile.

This person doesn't want to make peace because he can't fight the Dao, right?

But how can there be such a cheap thing in the world, you can fight if you want, and you can't fight if you don't want to?

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan didn't seem to be moved, the middle-aged male cultivator was secretly angry in his heart, pinched his cuffs, and said, "It's better like this, the spiritual liquid in Shennong Ding is divided equally between you and me, and no one suffers, how about it?"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and he replied loudly: "That's okay, but I still want Shennong Ding." ”

The middle-aged man stared suspiciously at the wooden boat that suddenly appeared, but he didn't notice anything unusual at all.

On the contrary, due to the weather, the hull is covered with traces of time, and through the palm-wide cracks, you can even see the humble interior.

Hearing Liu Qinghuan's reply, the middle-aged male cultivator smiled: "It's not impossible...... So, Daoist friends are quite accomplished in alchemy?"

Liu Qinghuan didn't answer him, jumped lightly, jumped onto the wooden boat, and skillfully picked up the two wooden oars that were gently placed on the side of the boat.

"Hum~"

An extremely mysterious artistic conception dispersed, the hull of the boat shook slightly, and small waves suddenly appeared on the surface of the river, and the pure ink color gradually faded and turned into a turbid blood-yellow color.

The wind, with a fishy smell, blew in the wind, and there was a faint whining sound, as if the undead who wandered all day long in the dead city were whispering, and it was like

The sinful souls who were tortured and punished in the meat sauce hell were whimpering, and the spine was cold when they heard it, and they felt a chill for no reason.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows were lowered, and the aura around him also changed with the changes around him, as if he had gone back in time and returned to the ferryman who shuttled between the world and the dead all day long.

With such an abrupt change, the middle-aged male cultivator was dumbfounded, and at the same time, his heart was also shocked, and he sneered: "Very good, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking! Don't think I can't ...... it."

With a wave of his hand, the powerful Five Elements Divine Wheel above the sky suddenly exploded, and the blazing fireball fell from the sky, smashing into the long river below, setting off a monstrous wave.

His face was cloudy for a moment, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, a dark golden knuckle appeared on his hand.

I saw that the bone section was only two inches long, and the bone looked extremely rough, and as soon as it appeared, an extremely thick and brutal aura dispersed, suppressing the boiling sea of fire for a few minutes.

The middle-aged male cultivator showed a little struggle on his face, and then he became fierce again, and pressed the dark gold bone joint to his chest!

"Hmm~"

He snorted in a low voice, his face was like gold paper in a blink of an eye, his body trembled violently, but his breath began to rise sharply!