The surface of the river narrows suddenly, and the cliffs are about to fall, and the cliffs are like cutting, staggered against each other in the sky, leaving only a line of cramped sky.

The water screamed, like a frantic bird of prey, dragging the raft and speeding forward. The wind blew widely, making people unable to open their eyes, and Wang Ziqiao's long beard under his chin was blown messily.

Zhi Hunt really successfully inherited the Three Killing Machine Sword Qi, which always made him feel uneasy. The boy's swordsmanship progress is even more incredible. Is it because the real talent of the hunt is too demonic, or is there a demon when things go wrong?

Is it right or wrong for him to choose the chess piece of Zhi Hunt Zhen?

Zhi Hunt Zhen's eighth hair cutting and marrow washing is obviously inseparable from Amon's involvement. But no matter how strange the mountain monster's temperament is, it will not please a strange human boy like this.

Could it be that Amon is the back hand of the Wu Clan, waiting for the opportunity to escort the young man? The reason why the master of the Yu Clan who refined the gods and returned to the void did not appear was also secretly intercepted and killed by the Wu Clan?

What about himself? The wind was carrying the raindrops, dense and cold, and the cold seemed to hit Wang Ziqiao's bones. Is he also treated as a pawn, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of the Feather and Witch Dispute?

Now that he has obtained the Soul Secret Method, it is better to protect himself and retreat? Facing the headwind, Prince Qiao Yuan opened his eyes as if he was looking at Tianwei. The wind stirred the little spark in his heart, and it was uncertain.

The dagger on the raft flashed, and Octavia won the electricity. Zhi Hunt Zhen suddenly stepped forward, swinging the dagger forward to stab, legs, shoulders, arms, and daggers connected into a straight line, and actually realized the essence of the thorn in this narrow line of river!

"I'm going to keep winning!"

At first hearing this, Wang Ziqiao only felt ridiculous, but then he was gloomy. In his declining blood, he can no longer set off such a ridiculous wave.

The dagger thrust forward, repeating one at a time, flashing and extinguishing. Prince Qiao saw all the flashing lights in a trance, and finally joined into a sharp wave of light, splitting the wind, splitting the river rain, and splitting the narrow line of sky above.

This will always win!

Staring at the young man, Wang Ziqiao was silent for a long time, gently opened the front of his feather coat, and let the beating heart and the headwind like a blade approach.

Close enough to hear the blood rushing.

I heard the crackling sound of the little spark in my heart.

Or, against the wind. Or, burn into a vigorous sea of fire!

"Boom!" a towering palm formed by the condensation of the water suddenly rose from the surface of the river, and slapped down on the raft with lightning speed.

At the same time, the raft flashed to the right, and saw that it hit the cliff directly, Amon struggled a little bit, the raft flipped outward, and the bottom of the raft grazed the cliff wall "stably" and swept straight for several feet, sliding through a rapid arc and rushing back into the river.

"Bang!" the giant palm of the water slapped down on the back of the raft, setting off a monstrous pillar of waves. The raft was swept by the strong waves, projected upwards, and tumbled in mid-air. Zhi Hunt really crouched on the raft and clenched his hands so that he was not thrown out.

The raft fell down and rushed straight out against the waves. The river in front of it arched upwards violently, and formed a huge hand, blocking the narrow mouth of the river, ready to pounce.

Amon immediately rubbed a mud pill from his body and threw it far away at the water palm, and the strong and mellow smell of wine spread, so that Zhi Kazu's cheeks were red and his eyes were drunk. The giant palm wrapped the mud pills, shook them a few times, and collapsed in an uproar, scattering into a bubbling stream, and the water revealed the fragrance of wine.

The raft escaped and rushed out, the river opened like a folding fan, the sky suddenly opened up, the canyons on both sides of the bank were lined up, the sky was uprooted, hundreds of streams rushed into the river from the mountains, gathered into a flood, stirred up the water and steam, diffused into fog, the waves thundered, the sound of the clouds was suppressed, and the tremors made Zhijiaozhen's ears numb, and he could hardly hear a sound.

"Boom!" Zhijia Zhen suddenly felt that the raft seemed to fly, and the river in front of it disappeared abruptly, and the raft sank suddenly, falling vertically with the thousands of water currents around it, forming a majestic waterfall hanging upside down with the Milky Way.

"Seven!" Amon shouted with all his might, and the raft fell like a snow-jade waterfall like a falling meteor. The splash covered his head and face, and the beating made Zhi Hunt really soaked, and his mouth and nose were suffocated.

"Bang!" the raft landed on the river below, bounced up and down, and repeated several times before it slid away against the surface of the water like a wild horse in a stiff cage.

"Song 8!" Amon clenched his hands with a solemn expression, his pupils lit up like lanterns. In all directions, whirlpools of different sizes rotated, dizzying and bottomless. The raft slowed down as hard as it could, sometimes circling and sometimes pausing, carefully avoiding the swirls that covered the river.

Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in front of the raft without warning. Amon's expression changed slightly, and the basket slammed the raft head, and the raft suddenly retreated. "Bang!" a blue-black juice erupted from the whirlpool, and as it looked like it was about to scatter, Amon threw out his hat and covered it. "Zizi-" The hat corroded with thousands of holes, and was immediately swallowed by the whirlpool.

In this winding waterway, Amon sailed the hardest. Once, a fluffy tail appeared out of the whirlpool and ran after the raft. Zhijia really saw that the back of the mountain monster's neck was tense, and beads of sweat rolled down his neck like rain lines. It took half a day for the raft to turn into the ninth song.

"Little Prime Minister, close your eyes! Don't open them, don't make a random move!" Amon shouted in a deep voice.

Zhi Hunt really hesitated for a moment, and then did so. Gradually, he noticed that the raft was moving more and more slowly, barely noticeably moving. There was a deathly silence all around, and the bleak wind and cold rain hit the body, but it was silent, and even the sound of the water disappeared. He felt as if the raft had sailed into an empty black hole, with no end and no life.

As if a long time had passed, a little cool breath quietly sprayed on the back of his neck, and he was chilled, and his hairs stood on end, as if someone was sticking to his back and breathing gently. Zhi Kari resisted the urge to take out the dagger and closed his eyes tightly. After a while, someone whispered in his ear, but he ignored it, and then his neck was strangled by something like silk thread, which became tighter and tighter, as if it was about to be cut alive......

"Little Xianggong, you can open your eyes!" Zhi Hunt Zhen heard Amun's relieved gasp, he hesitated for a moment, and opened his eyes. The night is like ink, the smoke and rain are miserable, the shadows of the mountains and forests are full of shadows, and the raft leans towards the rocky beach on the opposite bank in the tumultuous water.

Zhi Kajin hurriedly turned his head to look back, and in the deep shadows of the river, an unrecognizable corpse floated quietly. The skin was pale and puffy, and the long hair was like a thick, black algae, spreading out and covering the entire river. Zhi Kari really touched his neck, there were no scars, but there was a faint pain.

"Little Xianggong, over the mountain in the west, it is the sea of grass in the middle of the wilderness. Amon stopped the raft, unloaded the basket, and smiled and bowed his hand to Zhi Hunting, "Little Lao'er gave you a ride, the old bones are loose, you have to go back and rest." Little minister, and here to say goodbye, take care. ”

Zhi Hunt really got off the raft and thanked him. He thought that Amon always had a plan, but unexpectedly, the mountain monster clapped his hands and left, which made him more and more suspicious. "Old man Amon, in the next ......" He wanted to take a look at Amon's bottom again, but was surprised to find that the short figure of the mountain monster slowly blurred with the raft, and he could no longer see it.

The forest wind whimpered, and the hat on Zhijiazhen's head floated down and swirled down on the rocky beach, which was clearly just a withered autumn leaf.

Zhi Hunt's true heart suddenly gave birth to a hint of enlightenment, and his fate with this monster came to an end.

"This mountain monster has good intentions. Prince Qiao took a deep look at Zhi Kari Zhen and walked out of the rocky beach.

"Sir, do you mean that Uncle Amon will help me cut my hair and wash the marrow eight times?" Zhi Kari Zhen took the banana umbrella handed by Prince Qiao and followed him towards the opposite mountain.

The mountain road is steep and slippery, the water overflows, the rocks are steep and strange, and the occasional strange cry or two of night owls in the raging trees adds to the quiet.

"You haven't understood the monster's intentions yet. Wang Ziqiao said slowly, "You have gone through eight times of hair cutting and marrowing, if you have another one, you should be able to open up the human body." This trick is also called the spiritual knack, as soon as the spirit knack is opened, the physical body is reborn, and the power of heaven and earth can be clearly sensed. No matter how you practice martial arts, you will get twice the result with half the effort. I thought Amon would give you the chance to cut your hair and wash the marrow for the ninth time. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen said: "Maybe he didn't think about it that much. ”

"No, you're wrong. Wang Ziqiao shook his head slightly, "I think about it now, the ninth hair and marrow washing, he wants you to take it with your own hands." Only in this way can the spiritual aperture be opened to the greatest extent. That's why he said he had good intentions. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen smiled bitterly: "I have received a lot of favors from him in vain, but I don't necessarily have a chance to repay them." I know that my husband has some doubts about this, but in fact, like my husband, I don't know anything about Amon's father-in-law. However, it won't affect your second trade, will it?"

The prince Qiao glanced at Zhi Hunting Zhen steadily: "Of course not." The stronger the childe, the more secure the cooperation between you and me. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, each calculating in their hearts. After more than an hour, they crossed the hill, and a stone path was faintly visible in the grass, winding down. Approaching the foot of the mountain, Prince Qiao looked at a dilapidated mountain temple dozens of feet ahead.

His hand holding the umbrella stiffened slightly, his footsteps stopped, and his pupils flashed with a terrifying light.

"Sir?" Zhi Hunt Zhen glanced at Prince Qiao's expression, and the dagger quietly slid out of his sleeve.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck suddenly, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day, and the dark mountain temple was covered with snow.

Zhi Jia Zhen saw a person in a purple robe, wearing a talisman sword at his waist, sitting on top of the head of the mountain god statue, his eyes brighter than lightning.

Several invisible murderous stones burst out from the surrounding trees, grasses, and rocks like an earth-shattering shock.

The corner of Wang Ziqiao's eyes twitched, he waved his sleeves forward, smiled long, and his demeanor was calm and chic: "When you meet in the mountains and fields, life is happy." Contemptible Prince Joe, who has traveled so far in the wilderness, can I have the honor to talk with you at night?"

The electric light faded, and the mountain temple returned to pitch black. Zhi Hunt Zhen's palms were clenched into cold sweat, and those murderous aura locked himself and Wang Ziqiao, like a sharp blade reaching his body, and his skin was covered with goosebumps. After a while, he heard a jerky voice coming from the temple: "It turned out to be Mr. Qiao, the first warlock prince of the Eight Desolations, who was a good friend of Master Xuanming's nephew." Meeting is fate, please come in and talk about it. ”