Under the eaves of the attic, the wind chimes are full of crisp echoes because of the mystery of the ghost house, and under the gentle wind.

The disdainful expression on Emperor Xue's face was very clear on his face, he held the spear in his hand, touched the wooden stick behind him, aimed at Li Shuishan's head, and said: "You mortal junior, don't you know that Qingshui City is a fierce place?

Li Shuishan frowned, to be honest, he was not afraid of the edge of this spear at all, and shone his eyes to avoid it. The spear fluttered red, and a pair of old hands smeared it on it, and the wind whistling from the stick passed down the eardrum to his brain. Li Shuishan was very uncomfortable listening to this scolding lie. After all, it was an ordinary body that was powerless and godless, and his eyelids drooped, and he couldn't feel the power brought by this person at all.

A flash of red light on it, following the movement of the wind chimes, he spoke: "Senior, I am a mortal body, and I do not participate in the battle between you. I came to the ghost house for my own business, and I hope not to stir up trouble. ”

Hearing this, in the ears of the Snow Emperor, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth sneered meaningfully: "You also know that you are an ant, and you are still looking for things in this place full of monks, you are not killing yourself." ”

Li Shuishan's eyes were closed, for this difficult monk, but because his body was tightly buttoned with the hat of an ant, he knew the reason, but how could he bow his head and admit his mistake because of the threat of a monk. When will the oppression of the great powers since ancient times retreat because of cowardice, only to go further, without stopping.

"I was born as an ordinary, but I know that the world is the way to go, and I live for my own truth. ”

"One day is to live one day until you are lost in nature. ”

"Monks are also cultivators of Taoists. You should uphold the justice of heaven and earth, destroy evil spirits, quell the flames of war, and stop for the sake of the common people. However, if the Dao heart is not satisfied, it will naturally be a little disgusted with his cultivation ability and satisfy his selfish desires. hijacking people's hearts and emptiing the way of heaven. For this is to quell the war between you. ”

His words made the hearts of the Qianshan Daoists who were above the seal feel ashamed, and some of the truths that Li Shuishan answered him just now were just not comprehensive. Along the way, the things I saw made me sad again and again, if it was for what I needed, I didn't have to involve mortals to be the last. It's like moving a chess piece on a chessboard, a move is the life of the common people, and there is a certain number of deaths regardless of life or death.

Li Shuishan opened his mouth and said: "I am a mortal, but my heart is no less than yours. If I am an ant, you are a streamer in my hand. ”

Emperor Xue laughed, the most ridiculous person he saw was this mortal boy, who was small and hard, and had a trace of boring sacrificing spirit, but his whole body was left with his bones that could still be hard, and his mind changed in an instant, "If you are hard, let me see if your heart is like this?"

When he was about to stretch out his hand, Li Shuishan had some timidity in his heart, maybe this was a trace of respect for the monks of mortals, the statues of Taoists they usually worshipped, and the condensed mental power in them might as well be to satisfy the improvement of their state of mind.

Li Shuishan gritted his teeth, held the fairy sword in his hand, and felt the exhilarating warmth. The thoughts in his heart were completely condensed in it, like a ball of beads strung in it, and the small thin lines in the beads were bubbling with a hint of spiritual rhyme. The feeling of this rhyme was not only in the imagination in his heart, but also passed down his palm to the sword, and the consistency of the sword and Li Shuishan became more and more appropriate, until the sword had a pair of eyes pressed on it.

Fairy Sword opened his eyes.

His eyes showed a desire like a prey, and his palms lit up at the Snow Emperor.

Whether it was the Qianshan Dao people on the side, or the Snow Emperor, their hearts trembled. The eyes on the sword were too terrifying, and there was a hint of longing after a breakdown, as if both of them had what they needed.

The Snow Emperor directly grabbed the fairy sword with his backhand, and was bounced back by the light of the sword body, grinding out a long stream of blood. The position of this wound is getting bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it is pulled out from the palm of the hand to the other end, and it cannot be healed for a long time. The Snow Emperor pinched out a trick, and his fingertips gently swiped across his palm, but the traces of the wound did not heal at all.

He roared with some regret, "What kind of sword are you?"

The Thousand Mountain Daoist took a deep breath, and the mouth of the seal he sat down had quietly shrunk, leaving only an inch of distance from his hand. It was obviously a very powerful price to pay, the blood on his collar had dried up, but every few breaths fresh blood spurted out, wetting the skin on it.

He didn't care about his injuries at all, he just pinched the trick repeatedly, and what appeared in the formula was the shadows of the mountains, the overlapping mountain passes, the little Taoist priests walking the bridge, and some wild domestic animals surrounded by the tied pens. There was his memory on this mountain, and the color of this memory was not very clear, but it was repeatedly superimposed, and finally pressed on this seal.

Finally, he looked at the figure of the Snow Emperor retreating, and summoned the long sword in one hand, which was dyed with floating dust and wrapped around his legs and feet, spreading to his chest and reaching his head, which was a clear mark that pulled the Snow Emperor over.

Just as the mantra in his hand had not yet been completed, and the wounded blood had not condensed, he was scolded, by the Xuanyin Qi that was still attached to Lai's body at the last moment of the seal, and the condensed sound wave:

"You ignorant boy, if you hear me, where will you delay the best time?"

Qianshan Daoist roared, he pressed his whole hand tightly on it, and the mountain that appeared in the mark of his life fell on it, and a suction force emerged, he wanted to suck the body of the Snow Emperor into the seal, and be suppressed along with this Xuanyin. Lai, who was nagged by Li Shuishan, sent out a touching heart for mercy.

Although Lai, who had only been with him for one day, spread to Li Shuishan's mind, the consciousness of the fairy sword took the initiative to appear and threw out a sword light, wanting to drive away this consciousness.

After all, the idea of condensing the Xuanyin Qi still has a certain threat, and the ice spirit transformed by the extremely strong Yin power condensed on it will sweep along with the water vapor in the air. Although it is invisible, accompanied by a little bit of solidified yin power, it will occupy his heart and mind, and go straight to the brain that is still thinking.

Immortal Sword's consciousness was still the first to be observed, and most of his thoughts were torn apart, but a faint cry still pierced Li Shuishan's brain, and the world in his mind exploded, "Help me..... I... I'm not Xuanyin....."

Li Shuishan's eyes widened, looking at the Qianshan Daoist who was still condensing the strength of the mountain. He was shocked, because the resemblance of this power was completely similar to Rai's consciousness, which was what he had only been familiar with for one day.

His voice hasn't changed, he's just Lai who has taken possession of his body, and he can still save him. ”

Just as he stood up, the yin power of this consciousness swept over and touched the center of his eyebrows, but it was melted by a warm breath. Li Shuishan walked over step by step, his eyes clearly saw that Lai, who was still sighing, was mutilated step by step, the blood all over his body flowed, his fingertips were all cut off, the floating dust of the Qianshan Daoist was wrapped in his body and squeezed his blood, and a small reflection was also shown on his hideous facial features, at that time, his soul flew out after death and was trapped in the mouth of the seal.

Seeing Li Shuishan coming, the people of Qianshan Dao said fiercely:

"Little friend, don't be controlled by telekinesis, this is an illusion. ”

But when he was about to separate the dust power of his palm, the pain of the Snow Emperor's heart-tearing disappeared, and the scars on his palms condensed. His eyes were bloodshot, and he hated Li Shuishan, who came with him, and the Qianshan Dao people who were not ruthlessly murderous by him just now. He lifted his finger to his brow and tore at it, the sound of shattering that shook the entire seal.

He tore open a layer of skin from the center of his eyebrows, revealing an evil aura in it.

swept through the entire ghost mansion in an instant, and the battle here had already attracted the attention of many people. It's just that they watched from a distance, and saw the situation inside with a little penetration of their minds, and saw the Snow Emperor who opened an evil aura, as well as the confused young figure, and the ghost mansion master Qianshan Daoren sitting on the seal.....

A huge corner of the demon's mouth appeared in their eyes, and they raised their heads to look at Qianshan who was still on the side, and under a roar, the serious injury floated to the side, and under the roar, an inch of the entire seal turned into fragments, and the face of the Qianshan Daoist showed a sense of death, and with the arrival of Li Shuishan, its big mouth was facing Li Shuishan, and it was just about to roar.

Li Shuishan opened his eyes and raised the palm of his left hand, and the mark of a wooden bead boy appeared.

A breeze blew in the place where his palm was facing, rolling up a blue wave, and he aimed his palm at the demon's eye, and a boy raised his hand and pressed it.