The turmoil outside the Jingluo Plain is very lively, but there are few people in the Jingluo Plain, and the vast wasteland has been stretched to the sky, the world is empty, and the cold silence makes people desperate.

"A few of you chased him alone, but you still let him escape into the Extreme Quiet Ridge?!"

Behind the pile of rubble, there was a sound of wheezing voice, and although the voice was deliberately suppressed, it could not hide the surprise in it.

"I can still fake him when I see him go in with my own eyes?" another voice replied: "That kid, the evil sect is very evil, it's really not like only the cultivation of the merger period, the power of heaven and earth in the Extreme Quiet Ridge is so strong, he can even withstand it." ”

"Why didn't you keep chasing, but ended up here...... Hey, you're not going to give up, are you? And Brother Qi, you two, won't you ...... too?"

"Walking in this hellish place is like having a thousand pounds on your feet, and you can't even breathe anymore, and you are chasing something. ”

"Yes, I haven't practiced my body, although it's not that I can't force myself in, but come out - if someone suddenly sneaks up and plays Yin at this time, wouldn't it be difficult for me to even fight back?"

"If you have the ability, you can chase it yourself, what nonsense are you talking to us here!"

Behind the mottled rocks, there were several Mahayana monks who came after Liu Qinghuan, each of them was sweating profusely and panting at this time, as if they had just run 108,000 miles, and they were so tired that they could only hold on to the stones beside them, and their backs were a little stiff.

The sky was clear, thousands of miles of smoke and smoke, and no one who was in it could not imagine how much weight they had borne at this time, just like every wisp of air here had the weight of mountains and seas, and it was constantly squeezing their bodies from all directions.

Several people argued in small voices, but their attention was on the low hill in the distance, awe, curiosity, shame, and other expressions.

The hills were undulating, and from a distance, they looked like the earth was full of graves of different sizes, and the unseen terrible force pressed on these hills, and year after year, they were gradually crushed to a flattened round, without edges and corners, and became low and ugly.

That is the Extremely Jingling Ridge, the forbidden area in the Jingluo Yuan Forbidden Zone, a place where even Mahayana monks are discouraged.

And Liu Qinghuan hid behind a small hill at this time, sitting on the ground with his head down, every breath seemed to be doing his best, and it was extremely difficult to keep his chest rising and falling.

His gaze fell on his hands, and his hands were as if they had been dipped in a dye vat, glowing with an extremely heavy blue and gold color, and he didn't need to look at it to know that his face, and every inch of skin and flesh on his body, was now this color. But there are some differences, in which the cyan color is lightened a little, while the gold proportion increases.

Speaking of which, the environment of the Jingluo Plain is suitable for cultivating the Ten Thousand Tribulations Immortal Body Exercises, which were originally to draw the majestic power of heaven and earth to continuously temper the Dharma Body, and the process is both cruel and painful, and when the Dharma Body is hammered from the inside to the outside to become a brilliant golden color, the Dharma is considered a real masterpiece.

Liu Qinghuan mainly takes the path of Fa cultivation, and because he is busy with everything, he can't be idle, so he is really not diligent in cultivating the Ten Thousand Tribulations Immortal Body Exercises. Moreover, when cultivating this method, there is a lot of movement and quietness, and the requirements for the external environment are very high, so it is not easy to find.

Therefore, Jingluo was an excellent place to practice the immortal body of the Ten Thousand Tribulations, but Liu Qinghuan didn't have time to think about it at this time, he rested for a while, resisted the huge pressure that could break the spine of a person, propped himself up from the ground, and looked behind him.

The Mahayana monks did not chase after them, they stayed at the stone stall outside the Extremely Quiet Ridge, neither moving forward, but also refusing to leave.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at it and ignored it, bypassed the small hill, and continued to walk towards the depths of the Extremely Quiet Ridge.

The silence around him was terrifying, and it seemed that even the wind did not dare to visit this world, only the slight footsteps of his own and the sound of forcibly suppressed gasps. His steps were heavy, and it took a lot of effort to lift his feet every time, and his speed was as slow as that of an old man who was about to enter a tree.

After walking like this for a long time, big trees began to grow strangely around, and it was unimaginable that there were still plants and trees growing in the Extremely Quiet Mountain, although there were not many of them, but they still stood strong around the hills.

Each of these trees grew extremely stout, the wood was as tight as iron stone, and the outstretched crown was like an upside-down sword pointing straight to the sky, hard and sharp, and when struck lightly, it would make a pleasant sound of gold and stone.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly surprised, if you break a branch of these trees, you can directly use it as a sword without refining, and the quality is better than that of ordinary magic weapons.

Looking at the stout trunk that could not be easily destroyed, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. However, the deeper he went into the Extreme Quiet Ridge, he couldn't get up as fast as he wanted, and in the end, he almost moved one step at a time, until his body issued a warning that it was on the verge of shattering, and he couldn't move a single step.

At this time, the pressure of the space was extremely great, and the bright red blood slid down from the corners of his cracked eyes, and his heart was almost unable to beat, and even breathing became extremely laborious.

"That's all I have to do here. ”

Even if Liu Qinghuan was unwilling, he could only be defeated in front of the terrifying power of heaven and earth, he held on to the trunk of the tree and stood up straight.

This tree was specially selected by him, growing in a small col, high and short, not eye-catching, not easy for people to find.

After a deep gasp twice, Liu Qinghuan looked hesitant and took out a 10,000-wood bottle from his sleeve.

The dark green body of the bottle was mysterious, and the last drop of nectar in the bottle had been drunk when he entered the Extreme Quiet Ridge, leaving only a faint drop mark still faintly visible.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he said in a consultative tone: "I have something important to deal with outside, and I can't stay in the Extreme Quiet Ridge all the time, let alone take you with me, so how about hiding you in this tree for the time being?"

He waited quietly, and after a long while, the Wanmu bottle suddenly shook twice, and slapped his wrist heavily.

"I really can't take you with me. You should know that no matter where you appear in the Stygian Mountain Battlefield, it will be displayed on the Heaven and Earth Spectrum, and the Extreme Quiet Mountain is already the most suitable place for me to hide. ”

A faint emotion came from the imprint of the divine soul he left on the Wanmu bottle, and Liu Qinghuan patiently explained: "There are not many people who dare to come in here, and even if you find it, the Heaven and Earth Spectrum can only show your location, and it is difficult to find." If you really can't do it, you just run to the depths of the Extreme Quiet Ridge, and with your ability, the pressure of coming here will not have much effect. ”

"As a last resort, I can only place you here temporarily, and when I finish killing people and rescue the doorman, I will come back to you, you have my imprint on you, and it is easy to find you. Eh, don't be angry......"

However, the spiritual immortal treasure had already broken free from his grasp, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the trunk of the tree next to it.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, he really had no choice, it was impossible to move an inch in the Stygian Mountain War Domain with the Ten Thousand Wood Bottle, and he couldn't do anything else except to be hunted down.

Even if the dove has now become the target of public criticism because of his previous promise, it is absolutely impossible for him to hide in the Extreme Quiet Mountain and wait passively.

Duck dove, he wants to finish it with his own hands! Mu Yinyin and the others are still waiting for him to save him! So even if he gives up the Wanmu bottle, he must go out!

Liu Qinghuan stroked the trunk of the big tree where the ten thousand wooden bottles were hiding, whispered a few more words, put it away, and turned around again when his eyes became extremely firm.

Although the Xuantian treasure is rare, human life is more important than anything else!

He walked back, faster and faster, took out a prepared Taiyi Third Master Pill and changed his true appearance, avoiding the direction where those Mahayana monks were when he came in, and quietly walked out of the Jingluo Plain from the other side.

"Yun Zheng, I'm out, where is the dove now?"