As Ning Caichen's trembling fingers looked, he saw a creature dripping with water droplets all over his body, his body rotting and not being human-shaped, staring at a pair of empty pupils, opening his mouth to look at Ning Caichen who fell to the ground in front of him, showing an extremely eager look.

Even if the flesh is rotten to this extent, there is still not the slightest peculiar smell coming out, which shows that the cultivation of this demon is no longer something that ordinary monks can deal with.

"You little scholar, I didn't want to take your life, but if you have to seek death and get on this boat, then you can't complain about me!"

The water ghost laughed fiercely, tearing his hoarse throat and breaking out the words word by word, looking at it terrifyingly, falling in Ning Caichen's eyes, it was like a ghost asking for his life, making his heart and liver tremble.

The scholar's hat that Ning Caichen had originally worn on his head had fallen off, revealing his loose hair underground.

When the scholar saw this scene, where could he still maintain stability, he wanted to flee backwards at the moment, and pulled Xie Bi'an to jump ship and escape for his life.

But as soon as he made a move, his hands and feet seemed to be trapped by something, and he suddenly didn't listen to the call.

Seeing the turbid water that trapped his wrist, Ning Caichen looked left and right, constantly struggling, but he couldn't stand up.

The water ghost in front of him slowly leaned down, accounting for more and more of the little scholar's gaze, and in the end, Ning Caichen finally gave up struggling.

"I... Are you going to die? ”

Ning Caichen's face was full of confusion, he had been reading and practicing calligraphy for the past 20 years, but he had not succeeded in gaining fame, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of this demon first, it was a pity.

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen couldn't help but regret it a little.

"If you listen to the words of the gentleman in black just now, don't act so recklessly, pay some money and follow the official road team, I'm afraid you won't end up in this field."

"It's too late to regret!"

Ning Caichen, who was trapped on the surface of the boat in a big shape and couldn't move, his thoughts flowed, and he whimpered a little.

I haven't married a wife yet, and I haven't passed on the lineage to Lao Ning's family, is this the end?!

"Brother in black, you run!"

Knowing that there was little hope of survival, Ning Caichen's chest rose and fell violently, rubbing against the floor and raising his head to Xie Bi'an behind him, and shouted:

"This boat family is a demon, and it's not something that our group of ordinary people can beat!"

"Jump into the river and escape, if you get used to water, you may be able to save your life!"

The scholar has read the books of the sages for so many years, and in the end he has a good heart, and even when it comes to the moment of life and death, he still does not forget to remind others to escape.

"Little scholar, you kid is really kind."

"It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to save the lives of others?"

"In this case, old man, I will fulfill your wishes, and after devouring your anger, I will let the boy in black next to you go down to accompany you!"

The wet rotting corpse ghost laughed hoarsely, and then let out a roar, raising his arm to crush Ning Caichen's throat!

The viscous liquid emitted a fishy smell in the air, constantly emerging from between the arms of this demon, and then attached to his rotten palm, slowly solidified, and slammed out at Ning Caichen lying below!

At this critical moment, Xie Bi'an took a step, but suddenly stopped.

"This kid has a really good heart, and his luck is so strong, he doesn't look like an ordinary mortal."

"It's not easy to fall into such a mortal situation, and someone can come to the rescue."

Xie Bi'an looked at the little bright color that suddenly burst out of the sky in the distance, and pressed out the black light in his hand that he was about to shoot out with his backhand, and stopped his palm movement.

"That demon, Hugh is presumptuous, and An dares to hurt people indiscriminately?!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure stepped on the heavy sword box in the sky, and rushed towards the middle of the lake.

With a loud shout, eight flying swords burst out from the sword box under the man's feet, each shining with different sharp colors, turning into a stream of light and shadow and slashing straight down to the center of the lake!

The boatman demon who was about to kill Ning Caichen heard the movement and sensed the danger coming from the rear, so he couldn't care about Ning Caichen in front of him anymore, and slammed on the boat under his feet and dodged backwards.

Bang!!

Eight strange flying swords fell one after another, splitting the boat into pieces, and directly falling apart, and Ning Caichen, who was originally trapped on the wooden boat, was also able to get out of the predicament with the falling of the flying sword.

But then came a problem that bothered him even more.

That is, he is not accustomed to water.

Falling on the surface of the water and constantly fluttering, his body was already soaked into the appearance of a chicken in the soup, Ning Caichen shouted for help while pouring lake water:

"Help... Help, help me! ”

He is a scholar who can't swim, he has no power to tie the chicken, and if he falls into the lake and no one rescues him, it will really be a dead end.

Just when Ning Caichen rolled his eyes and almost turned his back on his breath, a palm suddenly lifted the placket of his shirt and pulled him up from the water.

"Ahem... Ahem! ”

Choked by the water, Ning Caichen slapped his chest and kept coughing at the water, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in the middle of the water.

Standing on the surface of the lake, as if walking on the ground!

The things that the scholar experienced this day were far beyond his usual imagination.

Demon ghost, sword immortal, now even he himself is starting to be abnormal!

Seeing Ning Caichen's stunned gaze in front of him, as if he hadn't eased up, Xie Bi'an patted him on the shoulder and joked with a smile:

"Little scholar, are you awake now?"

"You're safe, just relax."

Hearing Xie Bi'an's relief, Ning Caichen turned his head and looked the man in black in front of him up and down, and then he came back to his senses and understood the details.

It turned out that it was the man in black in front of him who saved his life.

Ning Caichen looked at the surface of the lake under his feet, and thought to himself.

"Thank you gentleman for saving your life!"

After straightening his clothes, Ning Caichen hurriedly made a big salute to Xie Bi'an.

Looking at the polite Ning Caichen in front of him, Xie Bi'an accepted this gift calmly.

Waiting until Ning Caichen straightened up, Xie Bi'an continued to speak:

"Actually, you should be more grateful for this swordsman who wields the sword."

After Xie Bi'an finished speaking, he raised his finger to the bearded swordsman who was fighting with the demon in front of him, and at the same time, there was a brilliant light in his eyes.

I thought that thousands of years later, the path of cultivation through the Netherworld had been completely wrong, but I didn't expect that there would be a turnaround.

The aura between heaven and earth is polluted, if you practice all the way, it will have a greater and greater impact on the mind, and in the end, you will achieve the sixth-order realm, and it is estimated that the cultivation can no longer be called a fairy god, and it should be called a demon instead.

It was already a completely different creature from a human.

But the cultivation path of the swordsman in front of him is a different way, using his own blood and qi to cultivate a spiritual weapon, so as to turn this spiritual weapon into his own natal magic weapon, in exchange for various magical powers that can be compared to the cultivation of the immortal path, which is really extraordinary.

But alas, there are gains and losses.

Without the aura to provide accumulation, relying on the support of blood and qi alone, in less than a few decades, the foundation should be exhausted.

"I don't know if this path is his own originality or inheritance."

Xie Bi'an, who was carrying his hands behind his back, showed some interest in his eyes.

(End of chapter)