As he went, the raft shook slightly, and the water suddenly became turbulent, and the sound of waves came from far ahead, and the water surface stretched to both sides in Zhikari's field of vision.

"Little Xianggong, you have to hurry to the raft, not far ahead is the Jiuqu Shensha River! After crossing the river, you will go out of the wild east!" Amon turned around and shouted.

"So fast?" Zhijia really looked surprised. Two days ago, they were still in the 100,000 mountains in the east, but now they are about to enter the middle of the wilderness.

"Hey, the little old man saw that you were hurrying away, so he simply made the decision for you and took a shortcut. Amon said vividly, "It's not that the little old man is boasting, the road I took you on is very secret." Outsiders can use all their means, and they can't even find it!"

"Then I will be born by the grace of my father-in-law. Zhi Jia Zhen and Prince Qiao glanced at each other, and they were amazed. The name of Jiuqu Shensha River, both of them heard of it for the first time. Amon traveled on a raft through unheard of waterways, a far cry from the route they had planned. Only a native mountain monster like Amon can take advantage of the rising rain to take a shortcut without having to go over the mountains and woodlands in circles.

Wind and rain are blowing, and the water surface is getting more and more open. Amon watched while holding the penny, and at the same time told Zhi Zhenzhen: "The goose feathers of the Jiuqu Shensha River do not float, the birds are difficult to cross, and the end is dangerous." If you don't pay attention to the little minister, you will become a dead water ghost if you fall, and the gods can't save you!"

Zhi Hunt really responded, leaned down, his knees bent slightly, his feet were not bad, and he naturally entered the realm of Xia Cicada Cultivation Technique.

The feet fell, and the raft swayed with the waves. Zhijia is really like a golden cicada perched on the branches, light as nothing, changing rapidly, rising and falling with the water potential.

A trace of clear and turbid qi is like a flock of crows returning to the nest, throwing from heaven and earth, being continuously absorbed by the Zhijiao Zhen, and sent to all parts of the body to nourish the essence, qi, blood, and spirit.

Zhikari really felt the difference. Before cutting the hair and washing the marrow, the summer cicada absorption technique absorbed very little clear and turbid qi, and the speed was also slow. But after seven times of cutting and washing, he seems to have gradually broken a shell that wraps his body, and his connection with heaven and earth has been greatly smoothed. The clear and turbid qi continued to rush into the body, fast and violent, like this mountain stream with a torrential rain, and gradually had a surging momentum.

If his qi and blood were counted as one hundred, he would have lost ninety-nine. After many times of cutting hair and washing the marrow, seven or eight copies were replenished. According to the current attainments of Xia Cicada's cultivation technique, after a hundred years of hard work, it should be full of qi and blood.

It's just that the two qi of clear and turbid qi absorbed is too much and faster, and it begins to be difficult to control, and his internal organs are faintly swollen and painful. The whole body has to change faster, more complex, and more subtle in order to adapt to the stronger impact.

Zhi Jia Zhen secretly glanced at Wang Ziqiao. After weighing it in this way, the cultivation of Xia Cicada's cultivation technique cannot be too fast, and it is advisable to fight steadily and steadily. In recent years, he still needs a lot of tonics, and he can't do without the identity of "Little Marquis" arranged by Wang Ziqiao for the time being.

Prince Qiao turned his head sideways as if he were aware of it, and looked at Zhi Karizhen. For a few days, he paid close attention to the secret inspection, and made sure that the mountain monster and the branch hunt were really not familiar with each other. As for why Amon sent a lot of treasure medicine, Prince Qiao was also confused, so he should not be surprised.

"Sir, are you familiar with the central part of the wilderness?" asked Shin Shikari, his mouthpiece still vibrating and maintaining a corresponding change throughout his body. The best thing about this summer cicada cultivation technique is that it can be run anytime and anywhere, whether it is talking, walking, eating, or paying respects...... are not disturbed.

Wang Ziqiao said: "The central part is the most chaotic area in the wilderness. Without the control of the four major forces of Mahua, Dog Tree, Shark and Ghost Cult, many savages, barbarians, bandits fought and plundered, as well as wanted criminals who absconded from the countries of the Cloud Wilderness. Even if you are a master of refining the gods and returning to the void, you will accidentally overturn the boat in the gutter and fold there. He pondered for a moment and said, "I see that your qi has recovered well in the past few days, so you might as well practice swordsmanship when you have time, just in case." ”

Prince Qiao opened his mouth and spit out a green leaf, which slowly floated into Zhi Hunt Zhen's hand, turning into a book of jade slips that were green and transparent. "Zhi Gongzi, this is the top-level swordsmanship cheats that should be inherited from you. ”

Zhi Hunt really lowered his head and read carefully, like holding a pool of clear water. The jade slip is decorated with a simple moire carving, and the handwriting is as small as an ant, and the content ranges from the foundation of swordsmanship to the pace of swordsmanship, the cultivation of sword qi, and even the deeper sword momentum, sword heart, and sword intent...... It's all meticulous and thoughtful. He thought for a moment and asked, "Sir, can this involve kendo?"

Prince Joe glanced at him and shook his head.

Zhi Hunt Zhen asked again: "The swordsmanship in this is comparable to the supreme sword book of the Yu Clan, the Feather Sword Sutra?"

Prince Qiao was silent for a moment, and then shook his head: "Although it is a super-first-class swordsmanship, compared to the Feather Sword Sutra, I am afraid it is a little worse." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen lowered his head and pondered for a while, then took out a piece of animal skin from his arms and handed it to Wang Ziqiao, which was the soul part of the Void Pole Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Method. "This is what the gentleman wants. ”

Prince Qiao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Although this sword book is not as good as the Feather Sword Sutra, it is enough for you to crisscross the Eight Desolations. ”

Zhi Jia Zhen closed the jade slip and respectfully handed it back to Prince Qiao.

Wang Ziqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the young man coldly, not moving at all. Zhi Hunt Zhen lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, holding Jane with both hands, and there was no refusal in his calmness.

The sound of waves on all sides gradually sounded like thunder.

"Why?"

"Because Kazane wants a sword that can defeat the Feather Clan. ”

The raft made a sharp turn, was lifted high by a wave, and shook violently.

"Little Xianggong, be careful! The first song is coming!" Amon in front of him faintly shouted, Zhi Hunt Zhen looked up, the river surface unfolded like a wild, countless angry waves like thousands of horses, surging and galloping, all in unison let out a deafening roar.

Amun's back was like a bow, and he held the basket with both hands. The raft was thrown up with the waves, and then slid down the crest of the waves, rushing to another wave, and the whole raft stood upright. "Smack!" Jade Jane fell into the water, engulfed in the turbulence.

In the sound of the wind and waves, Wang Ziqiao shouted: "How big a hand, how long a sword to hold." Can you?"

"It's the man who holds the sword, not the hand!" Zhi Hunt's true tone did not back down.

"Boom!" a wave of water crashed straight into the wall, the raft turned around flexibly, and quickly brushed against the bottom of the wave wall, and the water splashed down, pouring Zhijia really soaked.

Without waiting for the hunt to really relax, one after another major waves rushed one after another, like mountains and mountains, constantly climbing up, making the sound of landslides and earth cracks.

"Bang-" The mountain poured down, smashing up the column of rushing water. The raft was constantly crushed by the rolling snow waves, and it was drilled out again and again. Amon waved like the wind, propped left and right, frequently changed the direction of the raft, and dodged in the stormy waves.

Prince Qiao stood at the end of the raft, his feet like green pines taking root, and the invisible spiritual tentacles extended down, firmly entangled in the bamboo raft.

Zhijia Zhen swayed with the bamboo raft, like a swirling leaf in a storm, in a thousand postures, changing the balance with the summer cicada cultivation technique.

The waves of water crashed against the rain and hit the bamboo raft, splashing large white flowers between the two.

The four eyes locked in an instant.

A sharp sneer flashed in Wang Ziqiao's pupils: "People are also superior and weak, why do you think you can hold such a sword?"

"Why can't I hold such a sword?"

There was a loud bang, and a huge wave rolled upside down, separating the sights of both sides. The raft tilted abruptly, tilted to the left, and bounced against the waves in a sideways position.

"Bang!" Amon slammed the head of the raft with a swing, and the raft "dripped" and turned at high speed for more than ten times, sliding straight down along the crest of the rapidly descending wave, rushing up the river.

The eyes of Zhi Jia Zhen and Wang Ziqiao pierced the rain curtain and saw each other. The surrounding huge waves rose and fell one after another, and the mountains rose like mountain peaks, and they collapsed, spewing out countless snow and broken jade.

Prince Qiao suddenly sneered: "How can you hold it?"

Zhi Hunt really stared at Wang Ziqiao, and the cold water kept dripping against his cheeks, as if it was burning.

"Tell me, how can you hold it?"

"I'm going to keep winning!"

"Keep winning!"

"Win it!"

The overwhelming rain and waves could not drown out such an echo. Prince Qiao was silent for a moment, and laughed sharply: "What a big breath! Okay, Wang will see how you keep winning!" He opened his mouth and spat out, and a blood-colored pebble shot straight out, pounced on Zhi Hunting's forehead, and dissolved.

Amon turned his head suddenly, palpitating inexplicably, and shuddered. The raft tossed violently on the river for more than ten times, and then became involved in the monstrous wind and waves.

"Boom!" A sharp blood-colored sword qi broke through the heart of the real eyebrows, and the spiritual world seemed to be split in two!

Ghosts wail, all things sink, purgatory rotates, and heaven and earth mourn. Boundless flames and blood poured down with the sword qi, setting off an even more cruel storm!

It's a desperate sword!

The shadow of death suddenly enveloped Shigami Ma.

In the center of the soul, the eight-winged golden cicada let out a high-pitched sound of gold and stone clashing. The eight membranous wings were erected in unison, and the tips of the wings converged, condensing into a brilliant white light, which resisted the blood-colored sword light.

Tens of thousands of fragments of light exploded, and the blood-colored sword light slowly advanced with the momentum of Pei Mo Can't Resist. The witch spirit, which had not yet grown, kept retreating, and the white light gradually dimmed.

The eight-winged golden cicada let out a mournful roar.

The blood-colored sword light finally approached the core of the soul, and Zhi Hunt really seemed to see a bottomless abyss stretching out, freeing up the sky-high blood light.

He couldn't help but meet the bloodlight.

At this moment, his mind fluttered.

It's like somewhere in the spiritual world has suddenly opened!

In the darkness, a mountain rose from under his feet and lifted him upward, farther and farther away from the bottomless abyss.

The mountain continued to climb upward, and Zhikari had never seen such a high mountain. The birds fell at his feet, the clouds fell at his feet, the stars fell at his feet, and the winds from the void fell at his feet.

On the top of the high mountain, Shikari really saw a lonely plane tree standing opposite, with lush branches and thick shade, and the turquoise color flowed through him like clear and soft water.

Tears flowed down his face, and his whole soul seemed to burn.

Leaning over and grabbing it, he grasped the blood-colored sword light at the bottom of the mountain.

"Boom-" The blood-colored sword light trembled, and countless swords rushed through the spiritual world of Zhi Hunt Zhen, turning into blood-colored sharp words, seared into the depths of the soul, and could no longer be forgotten.

"Extraterritorial Demon Supreme Sword Codex-" Zhi Hunt really looked up to the sky and roared, "Three Killing Seed Machine Sword Qi!"

"Three Killing Machine Sword Qi ......" Prince Qiao Muran stood on the raft, looking stunned, seeing that the young man's eyes returned to clarity, his face was wet, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

Through the surging angry waves, Zhi Hunt Zhen took a deep look at Wang Ziqiao, and his pupils seemed to flash a wisp of blood-colored sword qi.

How so!

The raft was thrown up and down among the huge waves, and Wang Ziqiao's heart also set off a monstrous wave. Shouldn't it be that Zhi Hunt Zhen was controlled by this sword code and became an obedient demon puppet?

When Zhi Hunti Zhen asked for a more top-notch swordsmanship cheat, he pushed the boat and sent out this "Three Killing Seed Machine Sword Qi", which was difficult to cultivate even for extraterritorial demons, and imagined every next move.

How could an extraterritorial demon crisscrossing countless universes bargain with a mortal boy?

Who would have thought that the entire chessboard would be overturned!

"Little Minister, here comes the second song!" Amon shouted, and the raft swerved abruptly, being pushed into a shallow shoal full of reefs by the raging waves.

The miserable blue phosphorus fire suddenly lit up from all directions, as if the black and oppressive reef group had opened its evil eyes.