The hundred-zhang giant also raised his fist and bombarded it, and the impact was truly amazing, but the black shadow retreated three times.

Li Shuishan put on the lotus leaf, closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he saw three thin lines.

The three lines were glowing with different colors, one landed on the top of his head, and the remaining two fell on his left and right shoulders, and he pondered: "Interesting, this lotus leaf actually has such an effect? If I put all my cultivation into it, can I see clearly where the flaws are?"

The breath on Li Shuishan's body condensed in the center of his eyebrows, and gently flowed to the lotus leaf, and then, a pair of blue eyes opened, like a bright shadow fluttering in the starry sky.

The burning eyes in the dark shadow blinked, and he was instantly engaged in the battle, and he was still muttering about the time, and the battle lasted for about an hour.

Every once in a while, this black shadow would have a mysterious aura around it, and its strength would increase a lot.

The ghost mother holding the clay pot leaned on her body, jumped out of the black robe, her hair was covered in the Taoist clothes, the ghost cultivator was already gloomy and terrifying, she liked yin and was afraid of yang, she was even more resistant to thunder and lightning, and her black lips trembled and said hoarsely: "I have only lost three times in my life, the first time I lost to the son of Tianjiao, Zhu Menglai, the second time I lost to the far-traveler, the wolf-hearted man, and the third time I lost to you, the ghost saint." But I don't want to lose a fourth time at your hands. ”

He roared, and drifted into a great black shadow.

At this moment, a pair of eyes that encompassed the vicissitudes of life opened, and a leisurely feeling of years slowly seeped out with the cracking sound of clattering clay pots.

The ghost mother holding the heart was wrapped in a black robe, looked at the huge voice in the sky, and said sadly: "Ghost Saint, why did you become like this? When you calculated the Dream Soul Real Man, you pretended to be a ghost mountain in your heart, and now that the Dream Soul Real Man is dead, how did you become his appearance?"

The purple-robed embroidered tiger youth was indifferent and ruthless, gently flicked his sleeves, and said ruthlessly: "Kill!"

Time passed slowly, and there were wild ghosts in the broken mountains that fell into the black mist, leaving a miserable roar, only to see more corpses hidden in the valley and hidden in the black mist, mostly Terran monks.

Their chapped faces seemed to be marked with a few sigils, and as the drifting rain stopped, they seemed to absorb what they needed to stretch their fur, and they continued to expand, opening their dull eyes.

They have zero teeth

Seven and eight, but the dirt floating on it dissipates in an instant and becomes white and flawless!

In the blink of an eye, they moved, and the few targets they were running towards were Li Shuishan and the ghost mother wrapped in the black robe, and the rotten bamboo seemed to be deliberately ignored by them, and simply left the scope of their battle.

The giant and the black shadow fought again, the roar and impact continued for a long time, Li Shuishan's momentum increased again, although he entered the middle of the state of mind, it was still difficult to resist the pursuit of the stone man, looking at the swollen corpse standing in the air, stretching out the palm of the black dry hand, and gently pinching it.

He took his sword and retreated, and with the lotus leaves on his head alone, he could see the red light flashing in their chests and heads, and his mind moved, and after thinking for a while, he gently raised the middle finger of his right hand into the air and clicked a few times.

These few times, condensed the little aura in the air, and turned into stones, there were ten of them, some of them could not support the surrounding coercion and shattered into half, and some of them were grabbed by him in the palm of his hand, and with a slight throw, the spirit stones went in one direction.

There were six or seven of the last ones, some of them exploded in the air, and the rest went into the head or chest of the corpse, but to no avail.

After all, they are not living monks, they have long lost their souls, and the remaining physical bodies, even if they are not catalyzed by the years, will slowly decay, but their eyes are not dull at all.

This makes the people of the Dry Cicada Dao think, could it be that they directly seal their bodies when they are not dead, so that their souls cannot escape, then this phenomenon of corpses having spirituality can be achieved, if so, how cruel is that?

"How am I going to let you go?"

Li Shuishan's palm stood slightly, and after cutting it off, a white mark remained in the air, and he stepped away, grabbing at the corpse, wanting to pierce the head of a corpse.

But the situation is not good, there is a rancid smell all around them, which makes people feel a tingling sensation all over their bodies, and if they go down with one hand, they don't know what poison they will encounter.

He simply clicked a simple mantra, and a rope condensed by spiritual energy pulled his arm, slapped it fiercely, and through the suppression of spiritual energy, it hit his eyebrows like a needle and thread.

Water flowed from the center of his eyebrows, slowly eroding his face, and his hair fell off after an unknown number of years, and he was about to see what kind of red light it was

, a purple-robed figure came.

He seemed to be pinching out a trick, pressing it gently, wanting to point it on Li Shuishan's back, but the two small swords on his back felt the crisis, and they were mighty and resisted the approaching trick, but there was still a trace of falling on it, and it was shattered by the buzz of the bronze sword.

Li Shuishan raised his hand and also slapped a trick, pressed it on the head of the corpse, and said with a light smile: "Ghost Saint, will you do this kind of dirty thing of sneak attack?"

The corpse fell to the ground suddenly, he reached out and grabbed it, put it into the storage bag given by the mountain giant, and then turned his head suddenly, "Since you have made a move, then let me see what kind of cultivation the weakest doppelganger is?"

The purple-robed Xiuhu young man took out another trick, opened it under his feet, put the palm of his left hand flat, moved gently, and said without vomiting or unpleasantness: "I won't fight with you." ”

Li Shuishan scolded sarcastically: "You still don't dare?"

The technique pinched out by the purple-robed Xiuhu young man was absolutely like the way of human cultivation, the white lines turned, the withered petals burned in the air, and he muttered in his mouth: "Dry art, dry wind." ”

With another flick of his fingers, the petals floated, and the shadow that appeared enveloped the range of three or four feet.

"Withered, lead willows. ”

The withered leaves that originally floated, along with the petals scattered in the air, and the willow trees that seemed to be full of vitality grew, and when they flicked it again, the boring breath blew towards Li Shuishan's side, and the hallucinations that appeared made the people of the dry cicada Taoist suspicious.

"Withering, Creek Man. ”

Li Shuishan had a strong sense of crisis in his heart, which made him sink His soul suddenly broke through the seal, jumped out, glanced at the dry cicada Taoist, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said lightly: "You help me, I'll come." ”

The eyes of the dry cicada Taoist were puzzled, and he launched the control of half of his body in surprise, Li Shuishan gently reached out of his palm, the peach wood sword was in his hand, and he opened his left hand and waved, and an overwhelming big fist suddenly appeared behind him, bang, Li Shuishan was smashed out directly before he could react, and spit out blood.

"Want to die?"

Li Shuishan said lightly.

He staggered to his feet, at this time his eyes were bloody red and blood flowed from his right eye, and the blue intent of his left eye exploded, and the blue lines spread out and condensed, and he pulled it the surface of the wooden sword with his hand, and the blood flowed to it, and the explosive breath became bigger and bigger, and the yellow light shrouded him.