Eternal Tranquility

As a Mahayana monk, Liu Qinghuan has been practicing fasting for two or three thousand years. Now he suddenly feels hungry. At this time, he just smells the fragrance of food?

It's like someone is cooking broth. The delicious and rich smell makes people greedy and makes their stomachs feel like drums.

But this wasteland is full of poisonous weeds and ghost corpses, which is completely inconsistent with delicious food.

Liu Qinghuan smiled helplessly. He didn't have a particularly heavy appetite and rarely ate even the best spiritual food. He just wiped the ghost blood and red pollen on his hands and pulled off a sachet from his waist.

He has stopped practicing the Bigu Pill a long time ago, and he is even less likely to have it on his body, but he always carries various spiritual herbs and elixirs with him. This sachet contains ordinary calming herbs that can also be eaten.

Chewing the slightly bitter grass leaves, Liu Qinghuan felt a warmth fall into her stomach. Her hunger suddenly became much lighter and she gained more strength.

Pulling out the Xuanyuan Sword with all his strength, he took heavy steps and looked in the direction where the aroma of the food was coming from.

Any change is better than no change. Regardless of whether the change is good or bad, rather than rushing towards the unreachable palaces, he would rather see what else can be done in this damn place.

The surrounding mandalas are already higher than the head, and the huge flowers cover the cloudy sky. One of them lowers his head slightly, and the open petals reveal round after round of densely packed sharp teeth, biting down suddenly!

There was just a "click" sound, but the flowers flew into the air. Liu Qinghuan seemed to have eyes on his back. He moved his feet and moved to the side, and then raised his sword and dropped it!

"Bang!" The mandala flower, which was bigger than a human head, fell to the ground with a sound, and the sound of "kakaka" teeth gnashing in the air continued to come from the corolla.

"Although I have lost my magic power, it does not mean that I have completely lost my vigilance!"

Although Liu Qinghuan now looks like a mortal, so many years of rich combat experience will not be lost. If he couldn't even detect this sneak attack, he would have lived in vain for more than three thousand years.

The mandala flower fell to the ground and refused to stop. It even wanted to move over and bite his feet. Liu Qinghuan smashed it into pieces with a few swords. She looked at the countless huge flowers on the road ahead and sighed.

Cutting flowers and grass along the way, and having to guard against sneak attacks from time to time, this "mortal" body soon felt tired again, and a tide of sleepiness kept rising.

Shaking his head vigorously, he knew that he might have been poisoned by flower poison unknowingly, so he quickly found an antidote pill and held it in his mouth.

It's not that the rich floral fragrance doesn't exist, but Liu Qinghuan can't smell it now. On the contrary, the food aroma has become clearer.

He heard the gurgling sound of water, chopped down a few mandala trees that blocked his view, and a small river crossing the sea of ​​flowers appeared in front of him.

The river is only one or two feet wide, and there is a stone bridge not far away. At the other end of the bridge stands a hut made of cobblestones, straw poles and other debris.

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows. The smell of meat came from the house. Looking through the window, there seemed to be people moving inside.

As soon as he came, he took it easy. Liu Qinghuan slowly walked over. The smell of the meat became more and more tempting at this time, as if he couldn't live without taking a bite immediately. It made people want to rush into the house.

However, this ghost place restricted Liu Qinghuan's other aspects, but it could not weaken his will. Seeing that the wooden door was tightly closed, he turned around and walked directly to the river. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with the river water, he began to wash his hands and face.

The feeling of being a mortal again is really not pleasant. The body that once could withstand the Mahayana thunderstorm is now cut with bloodstains from grass blades, and the places stained with pollen have become painful and itchy.

The water in the river was extremely cool. Liu Qinghuan took good care of himself and finally felt much more comfortable.

He washed the Xuanyuan Sword and stood up. Seeing that there was no movement in the house, he walked towards the stone bridge, but as soon as he reached the end of the bridge, he heard a "squeak" behind him.

"Stop!" came a soft female voice. Liu Qinghuan's face suddenly sank and she slowly turned around.

"I advise you, it's best not to appear in front of me like this!" Liu Qinghuan raised the sword in his hand, pointed at the other party and said coldly.

The woman, facing Mu Yinyin's face, froze when she heard this, and asked in confusion: "Why do I look like this...wait, I'll change!"

Seeing Liu Qinghuan raising his sword and striking at him at the slightest disagreement, the man yelled and quickly dodged back, his appearance changing rapidly.

Soon, a charming and beautiful woman reappeared on the threshold, glared at Liu Qinghuan angrily, threw away the rag in her hand, and closed the door with a bang!

Liu Qinghuan also looked very unhappy. He now deeply hated the fact that these illusions always transformed into Mu Yinyin in front of him, and the real Mu Yinyin's whereabouts were still unknown.

After calming down the anger in his heart, Liu Qinghuan turned around and walked towards the stone bridge again. The door behind him opened again with a bang!

"Stop! Boy, you haven't drunk the soup yet, you can't leave..."

Before she could finish her words, the golden sword struck suddenly, and this time she didn't hold back at all!

Hearing the woman scream, she collapsed under the Xuanyuan Sword and turned into a ball of black smoke, rolling toward Liu Qinghuan menacingly!

Now that Liu Qinghuan had taken action, he had no intention of letting the opponent go. He stepped back on the virtual star, turned around and struck again - and saw a small ball of golden light coming out of the Xuanyuan Sword!

The light was not dazzling, but warm and upright, but had extremely strong penetrating power. The blooming light seemed to be sharper than an arrow. The black smoke was riddled with holes in the blink of an eye, and it shrank desperately trying to escape. .

However, it was too late, it only had time to let out one last shrill scream before it collapsed and flew away.

"How can you, a low-level evil spirit, let you make such noise here!" Liu Qinghuan kicked away the rags on the ground and frowned: "How dare you pretend to be Po Meng and cheat here? You really don't know what to say!"

He lowered his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Sword, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Sword, as the holy sword of the human race, has a strong deterrent effect on demons and monsters. At the same time, it is also an extremely rare magic weapon of merit, which means that the more merit you devote to it, the greater its power.

Liu Qinghuan went to all walks of life to repair space cracks and save the souls of the war dead at the same time. All the accumulated merits were injected into the Xuanyuan Sword.

However, this was the first time that Xuanyuan Sword showed its characteristics as a magic weapon of merit. When Liu Qinghuan became a "mortal", it suddenly activated itself and protected the master for once.

It would be good to kill the demon pretending to be Meng Po in one fell swoop. Otherwise, given his current situation, he might not be able to catch up if the opponent turns into smoke and escapes.

With Xuanyuan Sword behind him, Liu Qinghuan walked into the stone house. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he almost backed out again!