Eternal Tranquility

The mourning owl stood as tall as a person, its wings were wide and large, at least a foot long when stretched out, and its legs were even stronger and stronger.

In the previous fierce battle, Liu Qinghuan knew that these guys were very powerful. If he hadn't had the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and used the narrow terrain to prevent them from using it, there was really no telling who would win and who would lose.

The injured mourning owl was stared at by Liu Qinghuan in fear. It flapped its wings in a fierce gesture, and fell to the ground because of the wound. The bright red blood soaked its feathers.

"Do you want to live?" Liu Qinghuan asked, raising the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand slightly, "Tick tock! Tick tock!" Bird blood dripped down the golden sword body.

Not long ago, it was this terrifying sword that killed many of its companions. Moreover, the wound caused by this sword could not be healed, and it continued to bleed.

The mournful owl shrank its head in fear. Facing the threat of life and death, it could only lower its head and lie on the ground to show submission.

Liu Qinghuan nodded with satisfaction, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and poured out a pill. Seeing the mournful owl looking at him warily, he added: "If you don't want to die, just open your mouth!"

Break the elixir in half, force half into Sangxiao's mouth, and crush the other half and sprinkle it on the opponent's wound.

Then, he looked around but couldn't find a suitable rope. The mandala's grass stem didn't look very strong at first glance.

Sighing, he picked up the hem of his clothes and wanted to tear off a section. However, the material was too strong and could not be torn apart without magic power. Finally, I found a rope in the messy stone house, tied one end of the rope around the mourning owl's neck, and tied the other end to the bridge pier.

Ignoring the angry screams of the mourning owl, Liu Qinghuan walked to a bird corpse, plucked the feathers, skinned it, cut it into pieces, and lit a fire.

After a rough meal, the terrible hunger finally subsided, and he finally had time to rest and clean up the blood and bird feathers on his body.

If you are tricked by shrimps in Longyou Shoal, and Mahayana monks become mortals, they will also become very embarrassed.

Liu Qinghuan felt extremely tired now and wanted to sleep, but he knew he couldn't sleep.

In this illusion, there will be a wave of enemy attacks every once in a while, each time getting stronger and stronger. If you sleep, who knows what will happen, but if you don't sleep, the final result is likely to be death from exhaustion.

Therefore, the longer you stay in this state, the more dangerous it becomes. Liu Qinghuan does not feel that his willpower is really impeccable. He must leave as soon as possible before various desires gradually emerge and before he is pulled into the real illusion.

Just like now, when the hunger subsided, an indescribable feeling of anxiety rose again, making him want to shout and go crazy.

Liu Qinghuan rubbed his eyebrows, walked up to the mourning owl, and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead. I just saw you eating the corpse! Get up and let me see your injuries."

Forced by his lustful power, Sangxiao could only open his wings obediently and let Liu Qinghuan inspect them.

"I'm recovering well. I didn't waste any of my good healing pills."

Liu Qinghuan was quite satisfied: "Although it will take some time to complete, there is no time to wait slowly now, as long as it can fly."

The elixir, which is refined from a variety of rare spiritual materials, is now only used to treat a small sword wound, and it naturally recovers very quickly.

He untied the rope, turned over, and rode on the back of the mourning owl. He pointed at the vague shadows of the palaces in the distance and said, "Fly over there!"

This was probably the first time Sang Xiao was being ridden. At first, his eyes widened in shock, and the hair on his neck exploded. Then he flew into a rage, screamed loudly, and stood up, trying to throw the person off his back.

The next moment, Xuanyuan Sword was placed across its neck, and Liu Qinghuan threatened in a low voice: "Why do you think I spared your life and treated your injuries? So you'd better be obedient and kill you with one sword if you piss me off." !”

The mournful owl didn't dare to move and let out a "coo-coo-coo" cry in aggrieved manner.

After giving it a slap, it was time to give it another sweet date. Liu Qinghuan patted it on the head: "As long as you behave well, I can let you go when you get there. Do you understand? If you understand, let's go!"

A moment later, accompanied by a loud eagle call, one person and one bird soared into the sky.

The strong wind blew against my face, and without the protection of a protective shield, the wind was as cold as a knife. However, Liu Qinghuan felt very happy, as if the poison ivy wrapped around his body had been blown off, and he no longer felt drowsy.

His spirit was so high that he couldn't help but open his hands and scream loudly. The blockade that had been blocking his chest since entering this state also disappeared.

Below is an undulating sea of ​​flowers, with countless pollen blown down by the wind and flying in the wind, billowing like red-pink clouds. Many mandalas raised their flower disks, revealing circles of sharp teeth, and salivated into the air;

The flower branches were trembling, and a large group of ghosts could be vaguely seen rushing past, chasing the mourning owl in the sky for a while, and was gradually left behind;

A tall mound of soil suddenly cracked open with several cracks. Under the soil, a giant gray eye that was like a vortex was staring at the sky. Only when Mourning Owl completely flew out of sight did the eye slowly close again.

Liu Qinghuan's consciousness cannot leave his body now, and he cannot detect the things hiding under the lush flowers and leaves, but he is very aware of the dangers hidden in this sea of ​​flowers, so he grabbed a mourning owl and planned to fly over it from the air.

Away from the fragrance of flowers, Liu Qinghuan felt refreshed and could take a break.

The continuous battles made this mortal body very tired. He held the Xuanyuan Sword, his eyes slightly lowered, taking a nap while thinking about how to really break the situation.

It doesn't mean flying to the palaces at the end of the sea of ​​flowers, but really breaking through the situation of being reduced to a mortal and getting out of it.

In fact, there is no way, but the price seems to be a bit too high, so unless it is a last resort, he doesn't mind being a mortal for a while.

Suddenly, the mournful owl beneath him let out a low cry, and his speed suddenly increased!

Liu Qinghuan quickly grabbed the other person's feathers and managed to avoid being thrown away. He was about to scold him when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He quickly turned around and looked: he saw a black spot rising from the horizon in the distance, rolling in like a dark cloud!

"The owl group is chasing you again? No! You are so panicked. It shouldn't be the owl group, but..."

Liu Qinghuan looked far into the distance, and it took him a long time to distinguish what the black clouds were. They were actually densely packed black insects!

"The poison of resentment!"

The so-called resentment poison is caused by the resentment and unwillingness in the heart of the dead soul. There is a certain chance that it will form into a black insect that can penetrate every hole. It often appears on battlefields, mass graves, or has experienced plagues, disasters, Villages and towns after the massacre.

What shocked Liu Qinghuan was not why the Resentful Poisonous Insects suddenly appeared, but the huge number of them. There were so many that they were almost overwhelming as far as the eye could see!

"How many cities have been slaughtered to gather so much resentful poison!" Liu Qinghuan was shocked, and even more angry in his heart: "Is this something a mortal can handle? You're kidding me!"