The hand shaking the oars suddenly stopped, and the old man with white hair and goosebumps took out his cigarette stick again and smoked it slowly.

It wasn't until the whole ferry was covered with white smoke that he said leisurely: "The old man is a ferryman, what does he know?" ”

"Really?"

The dreamer was not dissatisfied with the ferryman's perfunctory, but changed the topic lightly.

"I don't know how many people cross the river like the old man up and down the quicksand river?"

Gently knocked on the edge of the boat, and the ferryman coughed: "This is not good, there is a ferry in the Liusha River for a hundred miles, and the only one who can cross the river is this small boat and boat, how many ferries are there in the vast long river, how many people cross the river, and the old man has a narrow vision and doesn't know very much..."

As the ferryman's words fell, the dreamer seemed to know something, and instead of asking any more, he stopped talking, and with the sound of paddling again, the boat soon came to the other side of the quicksand river.

Looking at the ferryboat that was gradually moving away, the Dream Daoist evoked a look of indifference.

"Why did the old guy stop me just now?"

Nezha looked at the departing boat on one side, his face full of displeasure.

"And then? The ferryman within a hundred miles has since disappeared, and what will happen to the creatures who live here? ”

The Dream Daoist turned his head to look at Nezha.

"I don't care about their lives and lives, but since it's not necessary, then there's no need to destroy it."

"The quicksand river has existed for so long, they have formed a kind of unspoken rule of self, there is no need to expose him, the old man on the ferry, it's just a little too radical, can't you see if he has any traces of cultivation?"

"Humph!"

He snorted angrily, but Nezha had no intention of doing it again, otherwise even if this quicksand river was extremely wide, it would be easy to kill an old man with his cultivation.

"By the way, where are you going to take me? Lingshan? Or go meet the roller blinds? ”

"I haven't seen him in a long time since the blinds came to the Nether, Li... My father didn't want me to get involved, he said that the water was very deep, and I was reckless but not stupid, so I never came, but with you, I won't be afraid..."

There was a hint of cunning in the corners of his eyes, although he couldn't figure out the origin of the Dream Dao people, but the unfathomable depth of his cultivation, Nezha had already had enough understanding, not to mention those star monarchs, even if he had seen a few god elders, they might not be his opponents.

Not to mention that he also has the identity of the Lord of the Dream Realm, the Lord of the One Realm's means of controlling everything, since he saw it, he understood how terrifying the Dream Dao people were.

Compared to this, what can the meeting with the roller blinds be counted?

It's just a little thing that can be covered up.

"You're just too naughty..."

The Dream Daoist let out a sneer, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he walked towards the rolling river with Nezha, and the quicksand river that was not crossed by the living creatures was as if he had encountered some natural enemy, and when he met the Dream Daoist person, he began to naturally avoid the bottom of the river that exposed the yellow sand.

Nezha followed closely behind the Dream Dao people, but he seemed to be well-behaved.

The quicksand river claims to have 80,000 miles, but in fact, the quicksand river was just a small river of 800 miles at the beginning, just because the former curtain general broke out, the nether realm was a demon, and he became a demon god to kill the monk, and set up this place as a cave, which continued to expand.

Until now, the 80,000 miles of river waves are boundless.

I don't know how many rivers the water veins of the quicksand river have swallowed, and they contain countless other things, which makes the quicksand river rot and the living beings do not cross.

Even Nezha looked at the swamped quicksand river with great curiosity, only to see that it was turbid, and it was difficult to see everything thoroughly, but occasionally some creatures could be seen swimming in it, but it was very strange, very different from ordinary water tribes.

In particular, many water tribes can clearly find that there is a closed-eyed monk in various parts of the body, which looks extremely weird, as strong as Nezha, and can't help but give birth to a chill.

Since the appearance of Buddhism, the land of the extreme west has become mysterious and unpredictable, and many strange rumors have spread from here.

Especially the ten thousand spirit monsters, which were originally inherited by blood, but now there is an additional vein that is erratic, purely based on resentment and hatred, and the monster races are produced purely by resentment and hatred, not to mention the types of annoyance, and the bloody and cruel cunning is much more than ordinary monsters.

Even some weak gods have fallen into their hands.

Later, when I traced the source, I found that these monsters were from the extreme west, and some people in Heavenly Court had gone to ask Lingshan about it.

I only know what the development of heaven and earth is, the red dust obstacle, and some monsters and demon spirits born from the resentment of all souls, and the language is unknown, which is incredible.

Now that Nezha has seen these water tribes, he finally believes that the so-called obsession monsters are born here, after all, these water tribes look too unusual.

Even if he followed the Dream Dao people, the countless resentments in the quicksand river still couldn't help but begin to soak into Nezha's body, the kind of crazy whispering and the spiritual pollution that made the heart full of resentment made Nezha's white and tender face reveal a wisp of self-destructive pain.

However, the Dream Dao people didn't help, but just stopped a little, so that Nezha could get used to the concentration of resentment here.

You must know that there are not many places in this world that can be compared with this place, and it can even be said that there is no one else.

For a strong person like Nezha, who is not stable enough, this is an excellent place to sharpen, and it can be said that it is much better than those task worlds in the dream world, which is why the Dream Dao people brought him here.

It's just that the important thing is not this, he entered the quicksand river like this to say hello to the owner of this place, otherwise he would have entered the person directly in front of him with his character, so why show the extraordinaryness of his body?

If you don't know that he has come here, it will be even more of a joke, where is the 80,000 miles of quicksand river not in the hands of that person?

The eyes of the Dream Dao people seemed to have passed through the infinite space and came directly to a quaint stone room, one of them sat cross-legged, his body breathed like an abyss, and next to him was a weapon made of white bones, with a necklace with eight white bones.

'Do you say so?' Demon God Kills Monk!! ’

As if he suddenly felt the gaze of the Dream Dao man, the eyes of the killing monk suddenly burst into a daze, and he directly pierced through the void, came to the left of the quicksand river, and saw the two figures of the surrounding river surging but could not be avoided, stepping on the sand at the bottom of the quicksand river.

Without much wandering, a yellow light had already come to the feet of the Dream Dao people, and then the scene in front of them changed, and the two of them had come to a cave that was different from the outside world!