Eternal Tranquility

Although Liu Qinghuan wanted this colorful sword very much, the sword seemed extremely difficult to mess with. He had to withstand the attack before he could talk about anything else.

The moment the colorful sword appeared, Liu Qinghuan's god-disturbing technique had already entangled it. The sword only shook slightly, and it broke free from the control of the God-Disturbing Technique in an instant.

"It seems that we can only try this move." Liu Qinghuan continued to use the spirit-disturbing technique to interfere with the colorful sword, and all his consciousness was dispersed.

Although Liu Qinghuan's spiritual consciousness has always been much stronger than that of monks of the same level, and even stronger than some monks of a higher level whose spiritual consciousness has not been cultivated, it is still not as good as his distraction.

During his Qi training period, he was already able to release several vine spells at once, and he was also very comfortable controlling a set of magic weapons. It can be said that his power of distraction is basically innate.

"Nine Heavens Diversion Technique", the first two levels of this technique only have the effect of strengthening the spiritual consciousness, making the divine consciousness thicker and tougher, increasing the detectable distance, and at the same time preparing for the third level of distraction practice.

This is a technique created based on the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks, because it is very difficult to practice distraction, and a little carelessness can cause huge damage to the spiritual consciousness. The old man of Liangyi Palace and his master Ming Yangzi had warned him that this technique was extremely dangerous.

But Liu Qinghuan is very strong due to his innate distraction, so this technique is not that dangerous for him. After practicing the "Nine Heavens Distraction Technique", his spiritual consciousness has been further condensed and stabilized, which also makes his distraction more tenacious.

The wind suddenly rose in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The originally slowly undulating gray fog quickly rolled up and condensed into a long gray rope.

The seven-colored sword swayed all the way under the power of disturbing the gods. Although its speed had slowed down, it was not greatly affected. It pulled out a gorgeous band of seven-colored light, which was majestic and powerful, and in an instant it struck three feet above Liu Qinghuan's head.

The long gray rope was thrown across the air, wrapped around the colorful sword several times, and pulled back with all its strength.

The colorful sword trembled all over, as if it heard a "bang" sound, and the straightened gray rope collapsed into several pieces in the blink of an eye.

The sword light pressed down another foot!

The next moment, eight or nine gray ropes were thrown from all over the sea of ​​consciousness and wrapped around the sword body.

The Seven-Colored Sword finally had a clear meal, but that was all.

"Boom boom boom", the gray ropes broke one after another.

But more ropes came one after another, one after another, one after another, without interruption. Under the control of Liu Qinghuan, countless gray ropes composed of divine consciousness were tightly wrapped around the sword body, covering its dazzling seven-color brilliance with a thick layer of gray mist.

The cyan light ball kept shaking in place, looking very strenuous. Above his head, the menacing colorful sword was getting closer and closer, five feet, three feet, two feet... The cold sword energy pierced through the air, causing Liu Qinghuan's whole body to suffer immense pain like a bone-scraping blade.

"Ah!" Liu Qinghuan looked up to the sky and roared. The actual manifestation was that the blue ball of light, whose head and face could not be seen at all, turned over.

Although the cyan ball of light did not show any awe-inspiring aura of Liu Qinghuan himself, the entire sea of ​​​​consciousness immediately blew up with a hurricane, and the gray mist surged like waves. Several gray ropes that were as solid as real substance whizzed out. As soon as they touched the colorful sword, they swam up the sword like a snake, and then pulled violently to both sides!

For the first time, Liu Qinghuan used his distraction to the limit!

Gray ropes stretched out from the sea of ​​clouds, taut and straight, and the other ends were wrapped around the colorful sword.

However, under the restraint and pull of many ropes, the colorful sword did not stop pressing down, approaching his head inch by inch. Liu Qinghuan stared at the tip of the sword, instinctively "holding his breath". He felt a bright light in front of his eyes, and the vast power of the sword made him dwarfed.

Finally, the sword became slower and slower, finally hovering three inches above the head of the cyan ball of light!

"Huhuhu!" Liu Qinghuan gasped loudly, rolling to the side and drifting far away before stopping.

But he had no time to rest. Although the colorful sword was bound, it was still shaking and struggling, and from time to time, a gray rope would break again.

Liu Qinghuan mended the broken gray ropes one by one, but suddenly fell into a dilemma.

The sword was tied up by him, but the sword of life and death couldn't hurt it at all. His spiritual control has reached its limit, and he can no longer even transform the sword of life and death into a small black sword.

After resting for a long time, Liu Qinghuan finally took a breath and floated back to the colorful sword.

This sword is so beautiful! The outside is wrapped in a layer of light mist like colorful glass that flows with brilliance, but the sword body inside is as transparent as ice crystals.

He stared at the sword in confusion, but did not forget to let the sword of life and death continue to attack. The small gray sword hit his sword "dang dang dang", and despite all the efforts, there was no damage to the sword at all.

Um? The cyan light ball suddenly approached the Sword Intent of Life and Death, turned around twice in confusion, and then Sword Intent of Life and Death swiped at the seven-colored sword!

I saw a piece of the colorful light mist disappearing like a bite.

Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed. It seemed that the unexpected gray energy of the Life and Death Sword could deal with this fog.

As soon as his heart moved, all the gray energy floated out from the small gray sword. It looked like only a thin layer, but it took Liu Qinghuan many years to raise it. But at this time, he didn't care about being stingy and released them all to deal with the colorful light mist.

There was a burst of gray energy, and soon the light mist became pitted as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

What shocked Liu Qinghuan was that the gray energy was not consumed. Instead, every time a layer of light mist was eaten away, a little more light appeared.

The ice crystal sword wrapped in the innermost part was now trembling in fear, and its original might was gone.

In a short while, the colorful light mist was eaten up, and the gray air became twice as thick.

"Hahaha!" The blue ball of light jumped several times with joy.

The remaining ice crystal sword body was no longer protected, and shattered into pieces under the blows of the life and death sword, and finally turned into a ball of white mist and dispersed.

Liu Qinghuan understood at this time that it was no wonder that he had the idea of ​​​​wanting the colorful sword very much. I am afraid that the sword of life and death that is connected to his soul knows that this sword is useful to him and is constantly sending him messages of desire.

Liu Qinghuan let all the ropes that condensed his consciousness disperse with satisfaction, but his vision suddenly blurred, and then a severe headache hit him. Liu Qinghuan screamed and rolled to the ground with a "thud" sound.

With the cold, solid floor beneath him, he finally withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness and returned to his own body.

"Jie Jie Jie." A burst of weird laughter suddenly sounded: "Yes, you can persist for so long with your cultivation. What's even more rare is your spiritual consciousness. It's rare, it's really rare, to be born with such a strong point. God! Well...it barely meets the requirements."

Liu Qinghuan was shocked. He forced his head that seemed to be split open to look at the place where the sound came from.

This is a small stone hall. The four walls are made of blue rocks, and there is no exit in sight. In the middle of the stone hall is a high stone platform, covered with a protective light shield.

On the ground next to the stone platform, Xu Su lay motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Behind the stone platform, on a huge stone chair, sat a man wearing thick metal armor whose head and face could not be seen.

"Who are you?!" Liu Qinghuan shouted.

He held his painful head and backed into the corner, trying to release the Star Turtle Armor, but found that the pain almost caused him to faint as soon as he used his consciousness.

"I advise you not to use your consciousness first. In the battle of consciousness just now, you have already used your ultimate consciousness that your body cannot bear."

The man said again. His voice was extremely weird, without any fluctuations or emotions.