At that time, there was a monk who walked in the sky, holding a changing green bamboo gourd, a colorful fan with a wooden handle, shaking his head and saying: "The mystery of sealing the sky has been unspeakable since ancient times. The forerunner supported the lonely, the bones were separated from the soul, and the intention of the chivalry was still there. It seems that the divorced Sang Yu is sad, sitting at the foot of the mountain, empty-handed, and secluded. The lazy man looked at the sky and sighed, self-incompetent, sniffing the butterflies that turned into rain, and was sleepy and secretly determined, he must have something to do. The diligent are silent, a small thing, a big thing, everything is done with peace of mind, not sonorous or tactful. ”

"The small voice rhymes slowly, gently shakes the song, the wind and sand outside the plug lead people to crawl to the ground, there are fairy Gu Taoist poems in the small song, the sword of the Taoist peach wood kills the evil spirit, the laurel tree blooms, the pear wood is heavy, and the rumor has become a Taoist deed. ”

"He comes from the sky, there is a large court of ashes, the gods are dead, the immortals are defeated, a twisted finger is pointed at the dead man, condensing all the scattered luck, he is a Taoist who wants to walk barefoot, the whole body is plain, only holding a gourd that was originally a green bamboo, and a colorful fan, gently twisting the body, there is sorrow to show in the eyebrows. ”

Li Shuishan watched the people walk away with their broken bodies, and a brilliance was revealed in the mountain, and he grasped the grass seedlings growing in the ground with one hand, and the tearing meaning of the light tossed made every monk present feel painful, and the dirty wild ghosts broke their skin and smoked to avoid it. The night is not there, the sun and the moon are changing, this is the yin and yang that is still looking forward to it, and it is a good thing to see such a commendable joy in the mountains and seas.

Yin and yang rotate, and there is no direct sunlight, which has a touch of white, and it becomes color, and it grabs a touch of youth.

Li Shuishan saw a hint of difference from this, and the dry cicada Taoist said restlessly: "You must not go out of the transparent place that is placed for you, although I occupy your body, I have no bad intentions for you." ”

The restless breath passed, and he said again: "Li Shuishan, you are extraordinary, but you are a little less ruthless, a little less tactful, you look at how I do things, I will promise you, before the end, let you feel the world of cultivation to the Dao Transformation Realm, and find a magic weapon and spell that suits you, to help you fulfill your wish, and I only have one request, let me see the world of the tenth layer, my fourth dry cicada." ”

After being appeased, a blue light slipped away in Li Shuishan's eyes.

The human general laughed loudly, and even knelt down and said: "Heavenly immortals, heavenly gods have already been defeated. Where are the dreams of man?"

The people of the dry cicada and the rotten bamboo behind them are sad.

There is a supreme place in the minds of human cultivators, it is not an alliance land, and it is not a sect that has a little bit of cohesion, but a holy place that has long been devoid of immortal energy

, the land of fairy rain.

There are human beings who have cultivated to the extreme, and there are even monks who cannot be told and who transcend the mortal realm.

He can overturn mountains and seas with one hand, and shock thousands of miles with one punch.

The blood on their bodies can be adult, the blood does not drain, and people do not die.

They are called immortals and gods.

The thick soil is fragrant, precipitated under the nourishment of broken leaves, but no one can hold up the sky, ghosts and monsters wander, Taoist priests because of the long-cherished wish of mortal dust, walking in the night, and the people who fight the watch can find a sense of security behind them.

There is a saying that you are not allowed to go out when it is dark.

From generation to generation, one person is always needed to support it.

This person is an immortal.

Or God.

Who is an immortal?

Who is God?

Sealing the heavens, sealing the will of anyone to go to the heavens, sealing the fear of any monk who wants to break through the diaphragm and go into the unknown, those fierce monsters hidden deep in the darkness, with long teeth and grinning, if they were not controlled by the laws of mortal dust, they would have already received threats.

However, with the advent of a new era, everything needs to change.

The man's eyes were bleeding, and after he bowed, he cried: "I am incompetent to support the great task of the human race and help the human race revival." Seeing the ruined Taoist hall, the dead immortals and gods, I don't know what to do. The rest of my body survives here, and the opportunity is wasted. ”

"There are millions of human races, tens of millions of inheritances, and there are very few suitable for cultivation.

"What is the Tao?"

"Where in the world is the way?"

The sound of desolation echoed through the hollows, and the sound seemed to be decisive, but it was constant.

The meaning of sealing the sky is not the land of fairy rain, but the suppression of the ghost land in the world, the holy oracle of this ghost mountain.

The land of fairy rain was defeated, the ghost mountain rebelled, devouring the holy oracle that sealed the sky, and was turned into a rebellion by the ghost saint, one of the magic weapons of foreign cultivation, because the power was too strong, with ancient secret methods, most of the power was erased through the years, and only the preserved power could be used to suppress the killing.

The sound of the vicissitudes of the sky came.

"Thou rebellious?"

The general stood up and shouted: "I am a general, a cultivator, and an anti-ghost, why not?"

An old man, the face of the fairy wind bones is revealed, and his eyes are ruthless.

"Otherwise, you die. ”

A powerful force erupted, and it was directly photographed, and the person knelt on the ground with a snap, Li Shui

Shan's face was not good, he chose to wait for such a suppressive force, and the rotten bamboo spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes were dizzy, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Li Shuishan held him with one hand and delivered some spiritual energy to him.

The man sunk his legs into the ground, spat out blood from his mouth, and said with a smile: "The majesty of Fengtian is not reduced back then. ”

Another old voice came.

"Town. ”

Another powerful force has descended, and under this slaughter, people will surely die a tragic death.

The bronze sword behind Li Shuishan jumped out violently, sending out a threatening killing machine in the air, the intention of sealing the sky was suddenly reversed, and the pressure on the bronze sword passed, Li Shuishan raised his hand and clenched it, and was thrown away by it, and the upper and lower breaths began to fight.

Although I can't see any color changes, just a little feeling, the game is not small.

It's just that this is a contest between the sword and the sky.

The Dry Cicada Daoist has a slight difference in the appearance of the bronze sword, and he has also tried the two swords in the back, and it will not change at all because of people's instinctive consciousness, unless he encounters something that can stimulate them, and it is also like the fluttering of the soul inducing bell when he came here.

The bronze sword was in Li Shuishan's mind, and the Dry Cicada Dao people didn't know where this thing came from.

Li Shuishan's consciousness turned slightly in the depths, and it was obvious that the bronze sword stimulated him.

After a few breaths, the sword returned, the old face in the sky did not change at all, and after seeing Li Shuishan, he glanced at him with hatred and showed a peaceful smile.

"Thou art fine, and thou shalt not kill today. ”

The sky receded.

The whole formation was shattered, and the robed figure pondered behind a smiling face tree, but was stared at by a pair of big eyes, this person was Li Shuishan, without waiting at all, patting the colorful stone sword, stepping to the side in a blink of an eye, killing with a sword, bang, the ghost lost the robe on his body and turned into an identical person, and after the resounding timbre, the blur dissipated.

The robed figure kept saying, "I don't have a little hatred with Your Excellency, why do you want to kill me?"

Li Shuishan didn't say a word, as soon as he stepped on his footsteps, his breath rose, and he raised his sword to kill again.

This ghost shadow is cunning, very good at using the landform, repeatedly hiding, there are a lot of escape secrets on the body, one will turn into smoke, one will twist into a ball, drop one spirit stone pill, it seems to confuse the chasing teenager in the rear, and then it has no effect, until it runs into a mountain.

This mountain is the cave of dry advice.

It grabbed the gate with one hand, and its head was cut off by a sword light.