Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, and a line of blood passed through his palm.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the mana fluctuations in it, and his face gradually turned cold.

"You used the living soul to refine the blood evil trap?!"

With a flick of his finger, the blood line that was originally invisible suddenly solidified, the red mist exploded, and a face full of resentment twisted and roared in the mist.

Taking a step forward, the blood threads traveling around his body instantly wrapped around his hands and feet, leaving black marks that looked like burnt marks.

The living soul is forcibly removed from the body and tortured using various cruel methods. The blood-evil soul refined in this way has strong evil thoughts and a strong curse aura.

Then, countless such blood evil souls are twisted together like twists and turns into threads as thin as gossamer, which is said to be able to imprison the monk's body and soul.

One evil soul rope can kill dozens or hundreds of people, and there are no less than ten blood threads surrounding Liu Qinghuan. These people have killed countless people!

"You guys, damn it!"

Liu Qinghuan looked at Zigu coldly, and the other person's pupils suddenly shrank, and he quickly turned his head slightly, not daring to look at him.

Zigu Se shouted with an inward heart: "Dao Kui, you have no grudge against my seven brothers. Let's do this. As long as you surrender and hand over all the magic weapons and spiritual stones you have, how about I ask my elder brother to let you go?" ?”

"Let me go?" Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but sneered: "No! Seven of you... no, six of you, I just killed one of you."

He sneered: "Why, I killed your brothers, and you forgot so quickly?"

Zi Gu could not speak, but the male cultivator who was standing next to him yelled: "Fourth brother, what nonsense are you talking to him about? Since he doesn't know what is good, just kill him! With a tough talk like him, who will survive in the end?" In our hands!"

Zigu felt bitter in his heart. His brothers were used to doing whatever they wanted. Outside the unsupervised Three Thousand Realms, even if they had heard of the name Dao Kui, they still didn't understand the meaning of it.

But he understands!

But he couldn't persuade the others. To put it bluntly, they were a group of desperadoes, bloodthirsty and lawless.

Not to mention the Taoist leader they were facing now, even if the Taoist immortal came, they would still dare to pounce on each other and take a bite of each other's flesh!

There was no turning back when the bow was fired. Now that the matter was over, the hesitation in Zigu's eyes receded and turned into a fierce look like a black abyss.

But Liu Qinghuan allowed the blood lines to shuttle around him, and his eyes swept over the other people one by one calmly.

In addition to the monk who was pinched to death by him at the beginning, there were four men and two women, each of whom was entangled with dense threads of cause and effect.

Especially the young man in red, the evil aura on his body was so strong that it was almost substantive.

The man looked at him with a very uncomfortable look, as if he was weighing how much he was worth.

And Liu Qinghuan was also weighing the opponent's strength. The opponent held a strange-shaped scimitar in his hand, and when he waved it gently, it brought out a series of afterimages that were both ethereal and real.

A space magic weapon, and it is very likely to be the treasure of ancient times!

At this moment, the young man in red grinned: "Close the net!"

In an instant, there was a strong wind, as if thousands of fierce souls were screaming and howling at the same time. The sound could directly penetrate the mind and hit the soul!

All the flying blood lines also fell down. Liu Qinghuan's huge body seemed to be cut into millions of pieces, and his whole body was covered with blood lines.

"No!" Someone suddenly shouted: "The evil soul net has not been dropped!"

Others were confused, but when they took a closer look, they couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts!

In the past, those who were captured by them would most likely receive a huge impact from the screams of evil souls, ranging from losing their minds to losing their souls in severe cases.

But Liu Qinghuan seemed not to be affected at all. A faint white light appeared on the surface of his body. It was as thin as a layer of paper, but it blocked all blood lines within an inch.

At some point, he had a pen in his hand. The pen was as sharp as a knife and he easily cut the rope wrapped around his body.

The blood lines were broken and scattered, and the resentful souls that were bound and imprisoned rose into the sky, flying around in a daze before realizing that they were free.

Then, their scarlet eyes looked at the person outside, and they immediately changed direction and rushed towards him!

"What's going on? Why does the evil spirit bite back? Old Liu, be careful!"

The face of the male cultivator named Lao Liu changed drastically. He held out a black flag, slapped his chest with a palm, and sprayed a large mouthful of blood on the flag.

While he was drawing spells quickly, he shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Do you want to rebel? Come back to the soul flag!"

However, his harsh words seemed extremely pale at this moment, and the blood-evil resentful soul suddenly lost control and let out a more terrifying and shrill cry than before.

Life is painful, and death is painful. The most painful thing is that you can't live or die. You are being played with and driven by slavery.

All the torture and endless pain that has never seen the light of day found its source at this moment.

"Ahhhhh~"

The evil souls' overwhelming resentment completely exploded, making this extremely hot plain suddenly seem to fall into the cold winter, and even the lava lake gradually became covered with a layer of ice.

In just a few breaths, all resistance of Lao Liu was broken through and he was swallowed up by the endless black energy.

Others couldn't help but could only watch in stunned silence.

There were also evil souls coming to them, but not as many as Lao Liu - the evil soul array was refined by Lao Liu.

For a time, a group of ghosts danced wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

"Why did these evil spirits suddenly lose control?"

"You've become so strong, damn it!"

"No, they seem to be controlled by that Dao Kui, and the Soul-killing Net rarely fails. Why did he break it so easily? Is he also a soul cultivator?"

Zi Gu couldn't figure it out at first, but suddenly thought of one thing: Dao Kui cultivates the way of cause and effect.

The original words of the person who told him at that time were: 'The way of cause and effect is extremely difficult to cultivate, and many people can't even find the threshold. And Dao Kui's cultivation is not just the ordinary way of cause and effect, but the three ways of life and death - reincarnation - cause and effect are combined into one. '

He had also secretly peeked at the ornaments on Dao Kui's body, there was a ghost seal and a ghost head wooden sign.

Zi Gu's heart sank and he looked down at his feet.

The dry and cracked earth seemed to be normal, but the frozen lava lake disappeared, and the mountains and forests in the distance also disappeared.

Instead, a majestic palace was hidden in the vast fog and could not be seen clearly, but it made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts for no reason and dared not look at it more.

There seemed to be a big river in front of the palace, but no sound of water could be heard.

Zi Gu clenched the sword in his hand and looked at where Liu Qinghuan was. Sure enough, the giant had disappeared, and even the figures of his brothers had disappeared.

The sky and the earth became gray, as if separated by a layer of gauze, and the surroundings were so empty that it made people panic.

Suddenly, a black gas fell from the sky and landed behind him.

There was a soft and familiar sound of footsteps, and Zi Gu's heart tightened, and suddenly he didn't dare to look back.