Chapter 1226: Giving Up
The outside of Jingluo Plain is turbulent and lively, but inside Jingluo Plain there are only a few people. The vast wasteland stretches to the horizon. The sky and the earth are empty, and it is so cold and lonely that it makes people despair.
"You guys chased him alone, but you still let him escape into Jingjing Mountain?!"
Behind the pile of rocks, voices mixed with breathing came. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, they could not hide the surprise in them.
"Can it be true that I saw him go in with my own eyes?" Another voice replied: "That boy is very evil. It's really not like he only has the cultivation level of the integration stage. He has the power of heaven and earth that is so strong in Jingjing Ridge. Can bear it.”
"Why didn't you continue chasing and ended up here instead... Hey, you are not planning to give up, are you? And brother Qiqian, you two are not going to..."
"Taking a step in this damn place feels like a thousand pounds of weight on your feet. I can't even breathe. Why are you chasing after me?"
"Yes, I have never practiced physical training. Although I can't force myself to go in, but when I come out - if someone suddenly attacks someone who is playing dirty tricks at this time, wouldn't it be difficult for me to fight back?"
"If you have the ability, go chase it yourself. Why are you talking nonsense to us here!"
Behind the mottled rocks were several Mahayana monks chasing Liu Qinghuan. At this time, each of them was sweating profusely and panting, as if they had just run a thousand miles and were so tired that they could only hold on to the stones beside them. , the waist and back are a little straight.
The sky is clear and quiet, and there is thousands of miles of desolate smoke. No one who is not in it can imagine how much weight of heaven and earth they bear at this time. It is like every wisp of air here has the weight of the mountains and the vast sea, and it is constantly being squeezed from all directions. pressing against their bodies.
Several people were arguing in low voices, but their attention was focused on the low hills in the distance, with expressions of awe, curiosity, and shame.
The hills are rolling. From a distance, it looks like the earth is filled with graves of different sizes. An invisible and terrifying force is pressing on these hills. Year after year, they are gradually being crushed into flat shapes. , completely without edges and corners, becoming low and ugly.
That is Jijingling, a restricted area in the original restricted area of Jingluo, a place that even Mahayana monks are afraid of.
At this time, Liu Qinghuan was hiding behind a small hill, sitting on the ground with his head lowered. Every time he breathed, it seemed that he was trying his best to keep his chest rising and falling with great difficulty.
His eyes fell on his hands. They were as if they had been dipped in a dye vat, glowing with a very heavy green gold color. Without looking, he knew his face, every inch of skin and flesh on his body. , they are all this color now. But there are some differences. The cyan has become lighter, and the proportion of gold has increased.
Speaking of which, the environment of Jingluoyuan is suitable for practicing the Immortal Body Technique. This method is originally to use the majestic power of heaven and earth to continuously temper the Dharma Body. The process is both cruel and painful. When the Dharma Body is hammered from the inside out Only when the color of gold is achieved can the skill be considered truly successful.
Liu Qinghuan mainly followed the path of Dharma cultivation, and because he was busy with everything, he had no time to spare, so he was not really diligent in practicing the immortal body technique. Moreover, when practicing this method, there is a lot of movement and high requirements on the external environment, and it is also difficult to find.
Therefore, Jingluo was originally an excellent place to practice immortality. However, Liu Qinghuan had no time to think about it at this time. He rested for a while and pushed himself up from the ground against the huge pressure that could break a person's spine. , looking behind him.
The Mahayana monks did not pursue them anymore. They stayed at the stone stall outside Jijing Mountain, neither moving forward nor leaving.
Liu Qinghuan took one look and ignored it. He walked around the hill and continued walking deeper into Jijing Mountain.
The silence around him was so terrifying that even the wind seemed to dare not visit this world. There was only the sound of his own slight footsteps and the sound of his forcedly suppressed breathing. The steps were heavy, and every lift required a lot of effort, and the speed was as slow as an old man on the verge of death.
After walking like this for a long time, strangely growing trees began to appear around them. It was hard to imagine that there were still plants growing in Jijing Mountain. Although there were not many in number, they still stood strong around the hills.
Each of these trees grows extremely strong, and the wood is as dense as iron stone. The stretched tree crown is like a sword inserted upside down and pointing straight to the sky. It is hard and sharp. When you knock it gently, it will make a sweet sound. The sound of gold and stone.
Liu Qinghuan was secretly surprised that a branch from these trees could be used as a sword directly without refining, and the quality was better than ordinary magic weapons.
Looking at the thick tree trunk that could not be damaged easily, he thought about it, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. However, the deeper he got deeper into the Extreme Silence Mountain, he couldn't move any faster even if he wanted to. In the end, he almost moved one step at a time until his body issued a warning that it was on the verge of breaking and he could no longer move a step.
At this time, the pressure of space was extremely intense, and bright red blood slid down from the corners of his cracked eyes. His heart was so compressed that it could hardly beat, and even breathing became extremely laborious.
"This is the only way."
Even though Liu Qinghuan was unwilling, he could only be defeated by the terrifying power of heaven and earth. He held on to the tree trunk and stood up straight.
This tree was specially chosen by him. It grows in a small mountain valley. It is of medium height and low, so it is inconspicuous and difficult for others to find.
After taking two deep breaths, Liu Qinghuan looked hesitant and took out the Wanmu bottle from his sleeve.
The dark green bottle had mysterious wood grains. The last drop of nectar in the bottle had been drunk when he entered the Jingjing Mountain, and only a dim water drop mark was still faintly visible.
Helplessness flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and he said in a negotiating tone: "I have important matters to deal with outside. I can't stay in Jijing Mountain all the time, and I can't take you with me, so I will hide you in this tree for the time being. How is it?”
He waited quietly for a while, and Wan Mu Ping suddenly shook twice and hit his wrist hard.
"I really can't take you with me. You should know that no matter where you appear in the Mingshan Battlefield, you will be shown on the heaven and earth spectrum. Jijing Ridge is the most suitable place I have chosen to hide."
A faint emotion came from the soul imprint he left on the Wanmu bottle. Liu Qinghuan explained patiently: "There are not many people who dare to come in here. Even if you find them, the heaven and earth spectrum can only show your position. Very difficult." It’s hard to find. If it doesn’t work, just run deeper into the Jingjing Ridge. With your ability, the pressure here won’t have much impact.”
"As a last resort, I can only temporarily place you here. After I finish killing the people and rescue the disciples, I will come back to find you. You have my brand on your body, and it is easy to find. Hey, don't be angry... …”
However, the spiritual treasure had already escaped his grasp and disappeared into the tree trunk next to it in the blink of an eye.
Liu Qinghuan sighed. He really had no choice. With Wan Mu Ping in the Mingshan battlefield, he couldn't move at all. There was nothing he could do except being chased.
Even though Yujiu has become the target of public criticism due to his previous promise, it is absolutely impossible for him to hide in Jijing Mountain and wait passively.
Yujiu, he wants to end it with his own hands! Mu Yinyin and others are still waiting for him to save them! So even if he gives up Wanmu Ping, he still has to go out!
Liu Qinghuan stroked the trunk of the big tree where Wanmu Ping was hiding, whispered a few words of coaxing, put away her reluctance, and when she turned around again, her eyes had become extremely firm.
Although Xuantian's treasure is rare, human life is more important than anything else!
He walked back, faster and faster, and took out a prepared Taiyi Third Master Pill to change his true appearance, avoiding the direction where the Mahayana monks were when he came in, and quietly walked out of Jingluoyuan from the other side.
"Yunzheng, I'm out. Where is Yujiu now?"
I wrote this chapter for two days. I thought about it again and again, and revised it again. In the end, I found that it seemed inevitable that the protagonist would reach this point. It was not in line with his character to have him not save people in order to preserve the fairy treasure. This is no longer something the author can decide. The characters in the book already have souls. However, the bond between the protagonist and Wan Muping is very deep, even if he gives up for a moment...