After leaving Ximengyun City, the closer to the Demon Land, the more faint unease I felt in the mountains and rivers of Chushi, this is the return of the hometown, and it is also the return of the lonely soul and the wild ghost.

The Tattered Hou had already left on the ferry earlier, saying that he wanted to go elsewhere to see and collect all the treasures of the world by the way. The collection quirk that the tattered Hou only goes in and out of Chu Shishanhe has long been accustomed to, and although the tattered Hou still sneaked into Chu Shishanhe's room in the middle of the night and drooled at Zhu He this time, he still didn't do it in the end. Although the sack sticks carefully prepared by Chu Shishanhe could not be used in the end, the friendship between the brothers still had to run.

That day, Chu Shishanhe looked at the tattered Hou Xue from the observation deck and jumped off the ferry like an old gentleman on the river that day, smashed through the sea of clouds in the cheers of the little ladies on the ferry, and finally disappeared completely.

It's a pity that the tattered Hou is only better than the beggar's clothes, and the lost clothes are too beautiful

Although Chu Shishanhe knew that the tattered Hou kid had to grin for a while after he landed, he was really chic when he went down.

Chu Shi Shanhe sometimes thinks that if the Tattered Hou goes to Tai'an Mountain in the Xianjia Daomen with him, he will be ranked first on the current youth list.

Chu Shi Shanhe has known the Tattered Marquis for so long It seems that from beginning to end, he has never made a real shot, whether it is Shifang Pavilion or Ximeng Cloud City Tattered Marquis, it seems that they are busy running for their lives, but it seems to be very easy every time.

Hou Bansu's heel is actually Chu Shishanhe has inquired about one or two along the way, but Hou Bansu only makes partial money, and often runs away when he takes advantage of it, leaving no chance for anyone to explore the roots. There are also 3,000 wealthy families in Daozhou, and there are indeed many surnamed Hou, but it seems that they can't really find anyone who can teach such a money-hungry character and a strange character.

I don't know what to do, there is no connection, three thousand states are big, but Chu Shishanhe is not worried that there will be no meeting again, because Chu Shishanhe owes him a copper plate to the tattered Hou guy.

Chu Shishanhe stretched his waist, looking at the sun and still a little dazzling, but closed his eyes slightly, and did not plan to move on the recliner back to the room, it looked particularly strange on the high-level ferry observation deck, which was all the stinky problems learned from the old man in the grass horse farm, and now that I think about it, I am starting to think about the old man.

Going around all the way, I finally arrived at the Daming City.

Chu Shi Shanhe subconsciously touched his heart, the soul exorcist wanted to forcibly burst his own sea of knowledge, although Chu Xin used the secret method of the soul clan to forcibly cut off most of the soul of the soul exorcist, and used his shield to repair and strengthen the sea barrier of Chu Shi Shanhe, delaying the time of the outbreak, but Chu Shi Shanhe was still a little worried, but everything was solved when he arrived at the grass horse farm in Daming City.

The identity of the old man Chu Shi Shanhe didn't know, but his strength Chu Shi Shanhe never doubted, otherwise, why would his father, who was not dark after his broken arm, want to throw himself to the grass horse farm in Daming City, where birds don't, under pressure from all sides.

Previously in Daming City, the spell that the old ghost named Ziyu next to Long Cheng put on him, did he really think that he was silent? Do you really treat Chu Shi Shanhe as a flower child?

When the old man broke the curse, Chu Shi Shanhe also knew that otherwise he would not have needed this old guy who could master the magic weapon of decapitating the black devil and destroying the demon for three years.

Not to mention those great cultivators of the King Realm for three years, even for the half-King Realm or even lower, it is just a snap of a finger compared to the retreat.

And these three years are very important for peers, one step and nine realms, two and a half kings, and three steps to become kings, these are just the undefeated legends of those emperors and emperors in the past, Rao is a bold Chu madman, Lu Tong is not a step-by-step cultivator.

The most unlucky thing is the demon clan Chilin Jun who has been pitted for ten years, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up with myself in the first half of my life, and the hundred-year golden cultivation period has been lost in vain, and it is not easy to make up for it.

Chu Shishanhe got up and sat down, looked at Chu Xinsu who came slowly, turned over and turned around without sweeping the recliner with his sleeves, and then looked at Chu Xinsu with a flattering face.

Chu Xinsu's mood seemed a little depressed, but he did not ignore Chu Shi's great courtesy, turned around and sat down with his skirt up.

Chu Shishanhe is the shameless guy, regardless of the elegance of the seat, he sat directly against the bamboo chair on the ground, his head was as high as Chu Xinsu's chest, and he looked up slightly at the woman who was on the rouge sub-list.

has been with the company for nearly two years, saying that he didn't feel the ghost to believe it, and even Chu Shishanhe's heart was filled with a trace of feelings that should have existed.

Chu Xinsu lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes gradually lowered, and his face was full of sadness, which attracted pity.

The group of elegant gentlemen who played chess and tasted tea on the observation deck suddenly beat their chests and shouted pity. It's just that the guy who was with them some time ago dared to smash the clouds on the ferry, it was really staggering, what he was most afraid of on the ferry was to offend this kind of guy who didn't want to die, who would dare to be a hero on the ferry if the foundation was not thick enough? Otherwise, if you accidentally fail to become a hero and become a bear, the joke will be big.

Chu Xin secretly lowered his eyebrows, and was silent for a moment before he said to himself: "It's already close to the Yijiao Xuanren Realm State. ”

Chu Shishanhe reminded: "I have already entered the boundary of the Yijiao Xuanren Realm State three days ago, and I will only be able to get off the boat at noon tomorrow, and then go to Daming City first......

Chu Xinsu raised his head slightly and looked ahead, but the bow of the boat was facing north, and it was destined to not be able to see the twilight that was falling from the faint sun, Chu Xinsu interrupted Chu Shishanhe's self-talk with a faint hum.

Chu Shishanhe didn't speak, sitting quietly and looking ahead.

On this ferry, Chu Shishan River was not covered with Hou Bansu's face, Yijiao Xuanren Realm State is the northern gate of the human race, although for six thousand years, the demon clan seems to have avoided this place that must pass through the south, intentionally or unintentionally, and did not dare to burn the flames of war here at will, but under the overall planning of Shi Wu Anjun, the great pillar of the human race, he did not see the slightest relaxation in the defense of Yijiao Xuanren Realm State. Xiangguo Zhang Yi also took the opportunity to promote the mutual market, and took the position of the city secretary from afar, obviously faintly becoming the posture of Ximengyun City in the north.

Although it has been 6,000 years since the war has been in the Xuanren Realm State, it does not mean that the Eight Kings of the Demon Race do not have the intention of raising troops to go south, after all, there is more than this state where the Human Race and the Demon Race border.

Thousands of years ago, a song was written in Jixia School Palace: You don't see the horses and rivers, the snow seaside, the flat sand is reckless and yellow into the sky. Luntai roared in September at night, and the gravel of a river was as big as a bucket, and the stones were all over the ground with the wind. was born out of nowhere, and even the world-famous old master Dong couldn't help but sigh after reading that poem, and wanted to go north to see the big fighting stones walking with the wind. Then someone revealed that it was actually written by a Terran general who was depressed in the Jixia School Palace and abandoned his pen from Rong, and asked someone to send it back to his teacher.

Since then, there have been countless scholars who have changed their study tours from the south to the north, which has also given rise to many famous sentences.

And the ferry boat that Chu Shishan River took was the ferry boat for the north trip.

Chu Shishanhe said lightly: "If I am not the person whose soul fits, are you still willing to accompany me on this journey?" Chu Shi mountains and rivers counted carefully: "Tai'an Mountain, tired of flags, Zhengyang Mountain, Shifang Pavilion ......"

Chu Xinsu was suddenly stunned and lost his soul.

Thousands of miles away behind the ferry, Lu Tong, who was dressed in linen and green clothes, stepped on a flying sword to resist the wind, and a person and a sword sailed on the sea of clouds, like a willow crossing the sea, which was invisible.

The wind smashed on the clothes, the sackcloth and green clothes hunted, but there was no trace of brokenness, Chu madman Lu Tong was in a hurry this time, he wanted to stop Chu Xinsu before she entered the demon land.

If it is really as Jiang Ziwang of the Divine Dao said, the matter of soul fit can also be faked, then he can't be Chu Xin Suyuan marry the wild land of the Demon Land anyway, as for the 'second choice' that Jiang Ziwang chose for his sister, then it also depends on whether the Lord Ceres, of his god clan, is worthy of marrying his sister.

Lu Tong snorted coldly, if you want to marry your sister, you can defeat yourself first.

The wind-breaking sword under his feet suddenly skyrocketed several times, and the sackcloth and green clothes that were hunting suddenly went out.

The wind is unhindered by thousands of miles, and the wind is three thousand miles away, known as cutting flesh and bones, and Lu Tong, as a young generation, can not hurt Tiangang, and has the capital to be proud of the world.

Without waiting for Lu Tong to stop his anger, the sea of clouds behind him was like a crack in the sky, and a bottomless sword mark that came from an extreme distance suddenly appeared behind Lu Tong, and it was just a moment to pass by from the end of his gaze.

Sword qi, Lu Tong was already cold and piercing in an instant, since he was born, Lu Tong has never felt this way, even if he scolded the supreme of the literary world on the street, Dong Zhongshu, the head of Confucianism, has never had this feeling, it is the kind of insignificance that looks up to the sky, as if he Lu Tong is the young man with a sword when he meets a strong man, no! He Lu Tong didn't have a sword, not even a child, and the big man was holding a big knife, and he didn't even need to swing the knife, just one look was enough to make him doomed.

Without waiting for Lu Tong to think about it again, the sword light that tore through the sea of clouds had completely disappeared.

Lu Tong had more than a moment, and finally chose to draw his sword.

Lu Tong retreated and stepped on the void, holding the sword in his right hand, raising it high above his head, and the sea of clouds under his feet boiled in an instant, but this scene was so subtle that it was invisible before the crack in the sea of clouds that was tens of millions of miles away.

The blade of the sword finally smashed on the crack, causing ripples, on the earth, a nameless barren mountain collapsed in response, among the rubble ruins, Lu Tong held the broken sword that had been broken inch by inch and only had the hilt left, looking at the sky and only smiling bitterly, is this the real gap between people and kings?

There is nothing else, just that feeling of powerlessness.

The mayfly shakes the tree, which is ridiculous.

Lu Tong coughed up a mouthful of blood again, his face became more and more pale, and he stood up with his left hand that could only move, the second-level robe on his body was already broken, and the right sleeve no longer existed, this was not how strong Lu Tong's arm was, it should be that the king sword cultivator who passed by in a hurry was unwilling to erase a sword embryo.

Lu Tong smiled bitterly, and directly discarded the hilt of the sword that was already full of cracks, it was just a sword, even if the grade was high, it was not worth his Lu Tong's effort to repair it.

As for why Lu Tong is only losing it now, it is because he knows that if he lets go just now, he will never have a chance with kendo again in this life.

On the ferry, a person suddenly appeared.

The ferry, which was moving at a rapid pace, did not move at all, as if it was mired in a quagmire.