Eternal Tranquility

The stone house was not big, and it was filled with all kinds of debris. A black skull was nailed to the pillar at the entrance, and bundles of grass stems, animal skins, and bones were scattered everywhere.

There was a large stove by the window. The fire in the stove was not extinguished, but the fire was green and black, exuding strong resentment.

The pottery cauldron on the stove was steaming hot, and the alluring smell came continuously.

Uncontrollable hunger and thirst surged again. Liu Qinghuan slowly opened the heavy cauldron lid. When he could see the dark soup inside, he dropped the lid speechlessly.

During those years in the underworld, Liu Qinghuan had a good relationship with Po Meng, so he knew a little bit about Po Meng's bowl of soup. Naturally, the mess in this pot had nothing to do with Po Meng's soup.

With many years of experience in alchemy, he could distinguish many of the spiritual materials at a glance, and he also roughly knew the effectiveness of this pot of soup.

"That's not right!" Liu Qinghuan walked quickly to the door and looked at the endless sea of ​​mandala flowers, her expression slightly stern!

"Desire arises when you become mortal, and demons arise when desire arises. What you see is an illusion, and what you think is poisonous. And this bowl of soup makes no difference whether you drink it or not, because as long as you enter this sea of ​​flowers, you have entered the realm! "

No one can see through the illusion. Even if the illusion seems simple, it is actually extremely dangerous. After all, it is not something that ordinary illusions can do to completely strip away the cultivation of a Mahayana monk.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan even wanted to pick up the stones on the ground and take a bite, as if there was an insatiable mouth in his belly that was slowly devouring his entire body from the inside.

Even after throwing the pot of soup into the river, the aroma of meat gradually dissipated, but the abnormally strong hunger still did not relieve itself.

"Sure enough!" Liu Qinghuan clicked his tongue. No wonder Tang Yi had that look on his face before leaving. The test for the master of Senluo Palace was indeed extraordinary, and even he was now in a dilemma.

Before he could think about it, a scream pierced the sky. When he turned around, he saw black dots appearing on the horizon, flying quickly over the sea of ​​​​mandala flowers, and their broad wings stirred up strong winds.

"Sang Xiao?"

This kind of ghost bird is rare. Liu Qinghuan has only seen a group of them on the mountain behind the underworld city of Fusi, and he didn't expect to see them again here.

It seems that it will be another fierce battle, but since his cultivation has been suppressed here, these mourning owl should have turned into ordinary birds.

Liu Qinghuan looked around, ran back to the stone house in a few steps, slammed the door shut, and saw a large vat in the corner.

There was something unknown in the jar. It exuded a rotten stench and was extremely heavy. He moved it until his veins bulged before he moved it to block the door.

After doing this, Liu Qinghuan came to the window with Xuanyuan Sword in hand, waiting for the arrival of the mourning owl group. Not long after, the sound of intensive flapping of wings came outside the house, and then the door and walls were banged.

The whole stone house was shaking. Fortunately, it was still strong and did not collapse under the crazy impact of Sang Xiao. It should be able to withstand it for a while.

Liu Qinghuan felt slightly relieved, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand rose and fell rapidly, and the mournful owl who stuck his head into the window hole was instantly separated from his head!

The smelly bird blood spurted out and splashed all over Liu Qinghuan. He didn't have time to look further because the second mourning owl came in again and immediately spotted him standing by the window. It pecked at him with its sharp beak like a scimitar. !

"Brush!" The second bird's head landed on the ground. Fortunately, the window was not big, and the mourning owl was as long as an adult man. With its wings, it was not easy to get in.

After killing several of them in this way, the bird carcasses outside the window almost blocked the window, and finally no mourning owl foolishly came to die again. But at the same time, there were more and heavier crashes around it, especially on the roof. The straw poles were lifted up. It was only a matter of time before it was breached.

"Bang!" The weakest point was the door. It was knocked open first, and the large tank on top of the door also burst. Black water and rancid pieces of meat flowed all over the floor.

"Gah!" Two mourning owls rushed in together. One of them ran and jumped in front of Liu Qinghuan, but he quickly pierced the chest with his sword!

The other one smashed the tables and chairs in the room and stood up unsteadily, but the room was too small and filled with all kinds of debris. It couldn't even open its wings, so it could only rush towards here like a chicken.

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Although this battle did not have gorgeous magic lights flying around, nor was it an earth-shaking and shocking scene, it was no less intense than Liu Qinghuan's previous battles.

Taking advantage of the small environment of the stone house, Liu Qinghuan leaned against the corner and fought with the mourning owl who rushed over. His clothes were almost soaked with bird blood, and his head and body were covered with bird feathers.

It had been a long time since he was in such a miserable state. The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and his arms were sore and numb from swinging the sword too many times. He just moved slower once and was scratched by a large claw.

"hiss!"

Liu Qinghuan used his backhand sword to cut off the claws of the mourning owl that was rushing towards him from the air, and then kicked the one in front of him hard. He used the force to turn over in the air, and penetrated the third one's neck with his sword. After landing, He rolled on the spot and hid behind the corpses of several mourning owls.

He took two quick breaths and looked at the place where he had just been scratched. Fortunately, the green clothes on his body looked ordinary, but in fact the fabric was made of the finest spiritual silk. It was invulnerable to fire and water, and was invulnerable to weapons and bullets. The claws of the Sangxiao were not strong enough to scratch. break.

But the scratched shoulder was still very painful, because his body was now more fragile than ever before, and after just a short while, he was already out of breath from exhaustion.

At this time, most of the stone house has been destroyed, the roof has completely collapsed, and one wall has been knocked down. The corpses of mourning owl who were killed on the spot are lying in various utility rooms. There are more than a dozen of them visible, and the ones with external injuries are I don’t know how much is left disabled.

The owl group has probably never seen such a ferocious human cultivator. Although he has no physical strength, he is extremely powerful in combat and has weapons in hand. Of course, the most important thing is his extremely tenacious and terrifying willpower.

Despite extreme hunger and an increasingly tired body, he could still firmly control the rhythm of the battle. Even the top swordsmen among mortals could not do this.

So when Liu Qinghuan walked out from behind the bird corpse again, the remaining mourning owls did not pounce on him immediately, but two of them jumped back two steps.

At this time, a mourning owl was seen raising its head and making a long cry, flapping its wings and flying into the sky. Seeing this, the others followed suit without much hesitation.

Liu Qinghuan stood there until the figures of the owl group disappeared from the horizon. Then he slowly looked away, walked up to those mourning owl whose wings were injured or were too injured to fly, and killed them one by one.

Naturally, those mourning owl didn't want to sit still and wait for death, but they couldn't do anything to Liu Qinghuan when they were not injured, and they couldn't beat him now.

When we arrived in front of the last one, this one was hit by a sword near its wings, so it couldn't fly. It had already trotted into the mandala flowers.

Seeing its strong body, Liu Qinghuan looked at the sky, and his heart suddenly moved!