Because he didn't know when the ruins of no return would appear, Liu Qinghuan couldn't retreat in Baishi City, so he was ready to use it to practice spells. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From the cave where I heard the old demon, it was easy to get started, but the further back it went, the more difficult it became. A large bluestone by the lake became a victim of his cultivation of this technique, and there were more and more finger-thick holes on it, and as time went on, those holes became deeper and deeper.

Compared with Qiankun Finger, Liu Qinghuan focuses more often on cultivating the eight-character sword technique.

He originally wanted to practice the Huizi technique first, but the Huizi technique required a calm sword intent and a return to the basics, and Liu Qinghuan could only give up helplessly after practicing for a period of time.

He is not a sword cultivator after all, and his cultivation in the sword is still far behind, but it is not so easy to reach the realm of returning to the basics.

Moreover, the sword intent of life and death is the realization of the Tao, and it is still in the link of raising the sword, and there is still a long way to go before the sword is formed. Coupled with the fact that he uses it frequently on weekdays, it has seriously hindered the growth of the sword intent of life and death.

Liu Qinghuan hesitated for a few days, went through his attack methods again, and finally made the decision to seal the bamboo.

Sealing the bamboo, just like sealing the ding when refining the alchemy, seals the sword intent of life and death in the reverse bamboo.

It's just that in this way, he didn't have a sword to use, so he had to visit several shops in the city before he bought a barely suitable high-grade spirit sword, and continued to practice the eight-character sword technique.

But he was used to using the sword intent of life and death, and when he used other spirit swords, he felt that all kinds of things were not convenient. Liu Qinghuan couldn't do it, so he could only take his time step by step.

The sword was too powerful to be used in a small place, so he ran to the nearby mountains to cultivate.

The sword technique is very quick to master, but unfortunately the essence of the eight-character sword technique lies in the conversion of sword momentum between the various character formulas, which is extremely difficult.

The magic word trick is ethereal and treacherous, the word breaking trick attack is sharp, but the word splitting trick is magnificent, how to make three completely different sword movements kneaded into one, smooth and round, Liu Qinghuan felt for the first time that his powerful distraction was useless.

Time passed slowly in such stumbles, and it was five years in a flash.

A cyan sword loomed through the mountains, one moment under a big tree, and the next moment it appeared behind the rocks. The ethereal sword momentum changed dramatically without warning, and the sword body that was originally with an afterimage suddenly condensed, and the sword light passed through the ripples born invisibly.

There was only a soft sound, and the rock cracked and shattered like tofu.

The stone chips had just flew, but as if they were frightened, the momentum of the rise suddenly stopped, and a huge momentum suddenly erupted, and the cyan long sword slashed towards the valley.

"Boom!"

In the woods beside the valley, countless birds flew out of the woods by this loud noise, and a chick that had just learned to fly flew over the valley in a panic, and in the frightened black eyes, he saw a cyan sword shadow getting bigger and closer, and moving forward with a huge and majestic sword momentum.

The chick was so frightened that its wings could not be flapped smoothly, and all the feathers on its body were suddenly opened, but the sword shadow suddenly swam, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the void, and reappeared from a very far distance behind it.

Liu Qinghuan walked out of the forest and reached out to catch the falling chicks.

The bird's small body trembled, and its immature beak pecked his palm twice before it staggered away.

Liu Qinghuan chuckled, summoned back the Qingying Sword, and stroked the sword body with emotion.

Five years, it took him five years to practice the three words of illusion, break, and division smoothly!

The sun was already setting in the west, so Liu Qinghuan didn't plan to practice swords anymore, turned around and flew towards Baishi City.

From afar, I saw another mirage on the sea, but this time it was an island in the sea, dotted across the sky.

After a short while, I entered the city, and there were a few more foundation building monks in the city than before, and there were already people who came here one after another to wait for the appearance of the ruins.

However, the ruins of no return are not like the Tainan test, because there must be an entry bead, so the number of people is greatly limited. Furthermore, most of the things in it were just low-level spiritual weapons and the like, so the high-level monks didn't have much interest in coming to join in the fun, and most of the monks who came were in the foundation building period.

But the danger of not returning to the ruins is probably far better than the sea of howling winds. As long as the Sea of Howling Wind can withstand the wind, and if you are careful, you will always be able to walk in. But the reason why the ruins of no return are called no return means that most of the people who go in will never return.

After all, the monk still cherishes his life, cultivation is not easy, the road to immortality is extremely long, and he will not lose much opportunity if he does not enter the ruins or return to the ruins.

And Liu Qinghuan wanted to go in, in addition to the entrance beads, it was rumored that someone had found a teleportation circle inside.

Although he didn't know if the teleportation circle was leading to Yun Mengze, Liu Qinghuan had to verify it himself.

The ruins of no return, once a battlefield for monks, a place for the dead, a place cursed by time. It is filled with all kinds of souls that refuse to die, as well as souls who don't know they're dead.

These souls are different from the ghosts of the Nine Hells, they are the souls of those who have been left behind in the world.

Liu Qinghuan returned to the rented courtyard and saw a booklet on the ground at the door.

Today's fifteenth, the latest issue of the Star Mansion reported.

Liu Qinghuan picked up the booklet and flipped through it as he walked into the courtyard.

In the past few years, he has gained a comprehensive understanding of the entire Howling Wind Continent through the Star Mansion Mansion.

Which sect fought with whom, and where there were any strange treasures, this newspaper has everything. Even the love-hate relationship between the monks, who robbed whose woman, who was beaten by the tigress of the family, the last pages of the newspaper are full of such jokes.

Liu Qinghuan never knew that he was still so idle, and every time he got the booklet, he would read it with great interest.

He had gone through the usual cursory pages, but he didn't see anything about the Seal War. In the past five years, the words "Bounded War" have never appeared in this booklet.

I don't know if those people in the Howling Wind Continent chose not to believe it at all, or if they were preparing in secret, anyway, Liu Qinghuan was not optimistic.

That night, Liu Qinghuan practiced in the quiet room as usual.

The aquatic wood qi array has a strong spirit gathering effect, and the aura in the quiet room is much richer than in the courtyard. As for the outside of the courtyard, the aura of the entire White Rock City was extremely weak.

The Howling Wind Continent is a barren land with extremely thin aura!, so Liu Qinghuan just wanted to find his way back quickly.

The landscape map on the wall, and the Qinglian karmic fire on the table, are quietly absorbing the aura.

This is the conclusion that Liu Qinghuan has reached after five years of observation.

Qinglian karmic fire is now a little more than it was at the beginning, quietly swaying in the lampstand on the back of the three-legged Qingluan.

And the landscape map, the black mountain white water is more agile, and a small corner of the warped cornices appears between the trees in the mountains, and you can't find it if you don't pay attention.

Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged in the aquatic wood qi array, quietly breathing.

Although the spiritual power he cultivated in one night was like the difference between the sea and a bowl of water compared to the dantian that was like a bottomless pit. But there must be bowls of water to slowly fill the sea.

Even if he is anxious, it is useless.

He remembered that he had to kill a Primal Monk within two hundred years.

Hearing that the old monster who specializes in pitting people, not only broke the seal of the Nine Hells, but also made him miserable!

That guy had better die in the Nine Hells, otherwise if he had the ability to kill Chu Yueqing, the palace master of the Star Moon Palace, he would have to kill him first in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Concentrating on cultivation, Liu Qinghuan suddenly frowned and woke up from his meditation.

He gently touched the ring on his right hand, and a dark green bead flew out, half-floating in front of him.

The orb shimmered green, as if the ghost was blinking eerily.