The mountain and sea demon looks ugly, can learn to swim away, some like monkeys chirping and exchanging, on the broken boat, there is a monk who has lost his heart opened his bulging eyes, jumped out in an instant, the Taoist robe he was wearing was printed with a cultivator, and a jade bead popped out of his chest, roaring and running.

Li Shuishan didn't make a move, he had already seen the three broken characters on this person's robe, and asked lightly: "Brother Rotten Bamboo, what do you want to do?"

He saw this monk rushing towards him, his eyes were full of blood red that did not belong to him, as if he was dominated by an inexplicable force, and his muscles burst out hideously.

There are two sets of Taoist robes, one is worn on the outside, used to cover up their own breath and defense, and the inner layer of Taoist robes is extremely light and thin, with a simple secret art package, which can resist half of the power they have endured.

Rotten bamboo took off a layer of robe in the ghost mountain, but his is not the same, this monk is the cultivation of the outer door, and it is specially sent into the mountains and seas, so the three words will be so dazzling, and the rotten bamboo is just to break in, the inner door is not allowed to expose his identity, he must travel to the outside world like an ordinary person, but there are a lot of treasures in the body.

But he didn't want to watch the monks of his sect die tragically, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Is there any way?"

The breath on the body of the dry cicada Daoist suddenly exploded, and he patted his forehead lightly, and an ancient sword appeared, this sword he had never seen, but when the tip of this sword appeared, the dead air flowed like smoke, and he grabbed the sword surface with his middle finger and index finger and pulled it out, and this pain shouted out of his mouth.

"This young man's body is too tender, I haven't experienced such pain in hundreds of years, haha, this sword, it's not bad, but it's a little bit of effort. ”

He jerked and directly took out the sword surface, he grabbed the void, and directly melted a stream of water, after solidifying, it was a cylindrical hilt, spliced to the top, and when it was formed, it stirred the surrounding aura and rushed over.

This qi set off a wave of wind and smashed on the first batch of water demons that appeared, smashing them apart, and the momentum of the whole body of the dry cicada Daoist rose again, frightening the bloated man shaking his fingers and not knowing what to say.

"Defiled by the water demons

The monk will become an unconscious puppet, and it is useless to save it, do you want me to help you kill it?" he said lightly, raised his steps and stepped in the air, and with a wave of his hands, the robe he was wearing fluttered up.

Rotten bamboo is in a dilemma, it is difficult to make a decision, Li Shuishan glanced at him, then stopped looking, took a step forward, revealed the boat that had just started the formation and saw the rushing waves, the bloated monk who was controlled inside wiped off his nose, hurriedly bit his fingertips, recited a mantra in his mouth, and pressed it on the scarecrow, who knows, the scarecrow stopped instantly after raising the sword in his hand, and it seemed that he would not carry out its instructions.

"The monk told me that if I just recite these incantations and add the blood of my fingertips, I can control them, is he lying to me?" The bloated monk seemed to have undergone a shocking deception, and his fat body shook violently, and after trying several times to no avail, he wanted to kick the scarecrow and scream, "Damn it!"

Li Shuishan summoned the peachwood sword, bit his fingertips, smeared a layer of blood on the sword surface, moved his fingers to the side of the scarecrow, and stopped, in fact, when he walked in, the faceless face of the scarecrow had already turned around, and he lowered his head at him, as if waiting for a drop of blood to break his seal.

The bloated monk watched his every move, seemed to remember something, and stepped aside with anticipation, but Li Shuishan refused to press his finger for a long time, and he said anxiously: "Shaoxia, please give it a try, if it can be done, let me see the power of this treasure, if it can be done, I have no regrets in this life." I'll also give you a great treasure. ”

Li Shuishan didn't want any treasures now, but he wanted to save the Huang Xiu bookmark on his body, he gently took out two bookmarks from the storage bag and asked, "If you can fix it, I will open it." ”

The bloated monk shook his head and said, "I can't do this. This bookmark has an incomprehensible aura, plus the baptism of the years, I can't move easily, besides, I don't have the tools to repair him, you might as well show that young man, I see that his breath, must not be weaker than the Daohua realm, and... There is the power of old age. ”

Li Shuishan took back the bookmark and nodded, in fact, he didn't want to expose the information of the bookmark, let alone trouble the dry cicada Taoist in front of him, after all, the bookmark was brought out by him from Baicheng, and it was also the only one left by the water purification bird

As soon as there is a spiritual treasure, it has also helped Li Shuishan a lot, and it is impossible to stand idly by.

"I want me to sit on this boat, can you send it?" Li Shuishan asked with a smile, to be honest, it was a bit difficult for a strong man, who knew that this bloated monk gritted his teeth and said: "As long as you unfold all the power of this treasure, I will read it completely, and I will give it to you." ”

Seeing his resolute answer, Li Shuishan smiled, raised his hand and pressed, the blood on his fingertips was originally somewhat coagulated, and it fell on the scarecrow's eyebrows, melting in an instant, like a baby sucking breast milk, swallowing wildly.

After a few breaths, Li Shuishan was bounced away, a white triangular sail rose from the erected flagpole, the scarecrow's neck twisted clockwise, and he stood up from the bow of the boat suddenly, holding a black long sword in his hand and bowing to him before walking out of the formation, and within a range, there was a killing aura that did not belong here.

The eyes of the dry cicada Taoist were instantly attracted, and he read softly: "The scarecrow holds the rice flower sword, and the sword slashes the demon and the ghost trembles." ”

"Such a treasure is actually from Taibei Mountain, it should be from the same door as that little friend, it doesn't belong to the mountain, so ....." His eyes were filled with contemplation, as if he thought of something, and said lightly: "If I guessed correctly, it should be Zhufeng, they chose to follow this man of destiny......?" I remember that they would not recruit abnormal disciples, and the aura of the Mandate of Heaven should be detected by several peak masters and that Daoist, but at this time, this scene shows that he has also received permission from the power of suppression, which is really terrifying!"

He thought for a while and then hurriedly walked forward, raised the long sword in his hand and slapped it into the distance, the sword drawn from the young man's eyebrows had a dead air, but after hundreds of years of vicissitudes of life of the dry cicada Dao people, there was also a trace of the appearance of the sword spirit, and the spirituality had also increased a lot.

Li Shuishan stepped out of the formation, and the bloated monk also stepped out, but he was close to the boat, he was timid and afraid of death, for fear that a water demon would kill him, so his life would not be guaranteed.

The scarecrow with the black long sword in his hand disappeared in an instant and appeared beside Li Shuishan.

"Slay the Water Demon!"

At this time, the scarecrow moved, and the aura of the sky was sucked into his body by him, and he killed directly into the seawater, and the bloated monk looked demented.