Based on Liu Qinghuan's superficial understanding of monsters, he only knows that the Heavenly Demon is equivalent to the combined cultivation of human cultivation, and further up is the Demon Ancestor who is equivalent to a Mahayana monk.

This was the first time he had seen such a high-grade true demon, and he couldn't help but look at the other party carefully. I saw her sitting on a half-collapsed high wall, which seemed to be the defensive wall of this place, with bright red clothes spread all over the ground, her eyes as black as sandalwood, and the white hair that fell to her heels flew up with the wind, and there was a sense of awe-inspiring and poignant beauty.

A scorched piano was placed on her lap, and with the plucking, the strings lit up in turn, hanging like a gossamer.

Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes collided with Liu Qinghuan accurately, and a cold smile slowly bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and said: "I said how did so many new plants suddenly grow on this pass today, but there are new people arriving, then let me try how many catties and taels you have!"

As she spoke, she plucked her hand, and the ghostly light on the strings suddenly rose, and the clanging sound like a golden iron horse!

Liu Qinghuan looked indifferently as a ripple appeared in the air, rushing towards him as fast as lightning, and his sleeves moved-

However, before he could make a move, Qing Yue's sword roar broke through, and a blue sword light ran through, and in an instant, it was like a series of mountains, flooding with waves, and the sky was full of sword shadows.

"White-haired witch, your opponent is me!" Yan Zi stood with his sword in his hand, and his voice was cold: "It seems that you haven't learned enough lessons last time, and now you will not let you escape if you come to the level again!"

The white-haired witch seemed to be casually plucking the strings of the piano, and sneered: "Didn't you ask for a good last time, the injury healed so quickly?"

"Don't bother!" Yan Zixu shouted, and under his feet, a picture of ten thousand swords spread out like a fan, and boundless sword qi burst out.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the rear, Liu Qinghuan turned around, only to see smoke and dust rising from the depths of the Nightmare Pass, and the exploding aura flew away like a colorful glow, and there were several explosions one after another!

A few hints of surprise flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes: What kind of big array is this?

Yan Zi retracted his sword momentum in vain, and his face showed a bit of hideousness: "You are cheating!"

"Hahahaha!" The white-haired witch looked up to the sky and laughed, her eyes fluttering: "Don't you know that our demons are very vindictive, I didn't notice that you were hurt for a while last time, but I hate it so much in my heart." Come back this time, of course I'm looking for a helper, anyway, the demons don't have any rules that must be singled out, how do I think you also found a helper, tsk......"

Yan Zixu snorted coldly, ignored her anymore, and looked at Liu Qinghuan: "Qinglin Daoyou!"

"There you go. Liu Qinghuan immediately continued: "Look at what's going on over there, and you also need to be in charge of the Guannai, as for here, leave it to me." ”

"Then thank you!" Yan Zixu hesitated a little, but he had no other choice, so he had to bow his head and say: "You should be careful, this white-haired witch is cunning, and the sound of the piano implies bewitchment, and the killing intent is unprovoked, don't ask for her way." ”

"Don't worry. ”

After a few more hurried explanations, Yan Zi went to the depths of the Weizi Pass.

When his figure disappeared, Liu Qinghuan turned his head and saw the white-haired witch smiling at him: "Do you want to go and have a look?" ”

Liu Qinghuan's eyes fell on her fingers painted with bright red kodan, and when the strings were plucked, a dark shadow slipped from her fingers and sank to the ground, and the ground seemed to be smudged with ink, and it was dark for a long time, and before he knew it, it had quietly spread to his feet.

And behind her, the black mist was rolling, and the demonic energy was surging endlessly with the ups and downs of the piano.

Liu Qinghuan looked at his feet quietly, popped out a seed, flashed green, and was forcibly extinguished by the darkness when he landed, and there was no way to sprout and grow.

"Whoa!" The monster's howl was raised, and those monsters who had just climbed up from under the cliff stepped on such a land, as if their divine power had suddenly increased, and they no longer took a detour, and they dared to rush directly towards Liu Qinghuan!

Liu Qinghuan hooked the corners of his mouth, and took out the sword intent of life and death without hurrying, the sword flashed slightly, turning the sword into meaning, and he saw the green lines like branches suddenly appeared, stretching quickly along the back of his hand.

Liu Qinghuan grabbed a cloth bag from his sleeve again, and with a wave of his hand, several seeds flew out, each of which was wrapped in a thick green gas, with a strong vitality, and it took root when it landed, and it sprouted and grew taller like crazy.

The ink-stained ground quickly became mottled, but wherever there were seeds growing, there would be a circle of hollows, and the fresh green was vigorous, and before those monsters could run to Liu Qinghuan's side, they were entangled in the branches and leaves, and fell to the ground.

The white-haired demon goddess looked at her: What the hell is this person, he can actually make plants and trees grow on the demonic soil, and looking at the vigorous appearance of those plants and trees, it is obvious that he has not been affected by the demonic qi in the slightest.

She glanced at Liu Qinghuan deeply, and asked leisurely, "Who are you? I haven't seen you before, and I only came to Moyunya recently?"

Liu Qinghuan paused and looked at her: "I don't have a hobby of chatting when fighting with the enemy, so if you want to talk, why don't we talk slowly after we finish fighting?"

The white-haired witch's face turned cold, and she was impatient to test again: "I'm afraid that after the fight, you won't have a chance to speak again!"

The sound of the piano suddenly became urgent, suddenly like a shower of rain pouring, and like thousands of troops, stepping on the heavenly river, and the surging sound waves came down from above, covering this world!

Liu Qinghuan was not polite to her, he didn't seem to hear the more and more impatient piano sound, only slowly raised his steps, every time he took a step forward, his feet were like a green lotus blooming, this time there was no need for seeds, there were plants and trees flying, spiritual flowers blooming, and the decayed and desolate earth was rejuvenated.

He walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step, and the white-haired witch sitting on the broken wall had murderous intent and anger on her face, as well as a hint of deep horror.

This person dared to ignore her like this, as if she did not exist, and walked forward as if he wanted to take a closer look at the situation under the Moyun Cliff.

What puzzled her the most was that this person's cultivation was obviously not much higher than hers, why was she so calm and so easy to defuse all her attacks?!

What she didn't know was that Liu Qinghuan had experienced too many battles in the past in which the weak defeated the strong, and his strength was originally much stronger than that of people of the same level, so this level of battle could no longer touch his heartstrings.

Looking at the person who was extremely light and light-hearted, the white-haired witch suddenly felt fear in her heart, and began to have some doubts, a sense of powerlessness in the face of a strong enemy who was powerless to fight.

Naturally, she couldn't be willing to be defeated, and as soon as the sound of the piano in her hands turned, she whimpered and complained again.

I saw that her hair was flying and flamboyant, but the red clothes on her body were extremely conspicuous, in a cloud of demonic energy, like a blooming flower on the other side by the Yellow Spring, blooming very brightly.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan is an elm head who doesn't know how to appreciate, and he doesn't feel the false affection in the piano sound, he only looked up at the darkened sky, and then took out the Qianqiu reincarnation pen, and the pen stroked down like a sword!

The angry sea is turbulent, the dark river is surging, and the magic realm built with the sound of the piano has been forcibly broken, and all the swaying charming lights and shadows are shattered like dream bubbles.

Liu Qinghuan had another string of beads in his hand.