Now the time left of the Dry Cicada Daoist is running out, as if he can't reach the tenth layer, but he only has that obsession in his heart, and it is that obsession that keeps his consciousness alive.

The Dry Cicada Daoist faced the Ghost Saint floating in the sky, and it was indeed a lot weaker than the one at that time, and for the clone, it was okay to be able to maintain a cultivation that could compete with the mortal realm, but the Dry Cicada Daoist said through Li Shuishan's mouth: "Ghost Saint, you dare to kill me?"

"As a doppelganger, you dare to kill the body of the Mandate of Heaven, this kind of backlash will definitely strangle you, and this falling rain can burn your soul away, do you really dare?"

"Do you dare to let the deity come in person?"

With a hint of rampant in his words, Rotten Bamboo sat down cross-legged, his eyes showing a hint of surprise, and he thought again, what kind of strength Brother Li Daoyou could rely on to fight against the cultivation of the mortal realm, and what strength could survive under such great coercion.

In fact, he didn't have any chance of winning in his heart, and he was ready to flee.

He also kept a sect secret technique on his body, this secret method can only be used after sealing hundreds of treasures - Fang Tianluo, but this kind of treasure is not big, only the size of his fingernails, and the backlash generated by casting it is enough to destroy the flesh.

Of course, when he decided to use this treasure, he made the decision not to have a physical body, and he could be taken into it by Fang Tianluo, scattered in the air, and after a long period of time, he arrived at the sect and cultivated the sect.

In fact, as long as the flying crane flies out of the mountains and seas, it can resonate with another flying crane in one cultivation sect in an instant, and there is no need to wait for it to fly to the sect before the news is fully conveyed, and it only takes a few breaths to know it all.

Although he has a good relationship with Li Shuishan, he also has a deeper responsibility, he needs to inherit the precepts of his master and become a person who stands up to the sky.

The people and things along the way are not enough to break his heart, he can't indulge in it and can't extricate himself, he knows what he wants and what he must do, so for himself, it is also necessary.

The ghost saint clone was not angered by the words of the Dry Cicada Daoist, but instead responded in a loud voice, speaking out words clearly: "You are like an ant, even if you are the one who takes it, you deserve to die." If I change my life, why die?"

Li Shuishan also spoke: "Why don't I die?"

The conversation between the two stops.

The ghost saint clone Mouran erupted, and a black gas fell, and a hundred-zhang giant ran with a fist.

The shaking on the ground caused the mountains to collapse, and naturally there were many ghost cultivators who saw the faces of the sky, revealing a face of respect and ups and downs, to be honest, many of them had only seen the ghost saint side.

Now that they have seen the second side, the meaning of worship is even stronger, there is a trace of contempt and ferocity in their eyes, such a thin young man is still qualified to fight with the ghost saint clone in the sky?

It's just a mayfly shaking a tree, which is ridiculous.

It's just that they also have concerns in their hearts, they have already heard that the ghost saint in the ghost mountain has fled and walked to the front of the mountain, in front of the mountain is a space created by the ghost saint himself, where the spiritual energy is abundant, and what kind of items are abundant, and the ruined ghost mountain is two different things, but they dare not show their unwilling hearts on their faces.

The ghost mother bowed down and did not make a move.

Li Shuishan raised his toes and lifted the ground lightly, picked up the branches and leaves of the silkworm, put them in his sleeves, stretched out his thin arms, opened his hands to grasp the colorful stone sword, and looked at the rotten bamboo Mouran raised his head and got up, not falling behind him at all.

The hundred-zhang giant condensed by black gas turned its arms in the air, and the wind that formed it could blow away the branches, and before they could reach the two of them, they suddenly pulled out, and the crack spread from an inch to dozens of inches, to a few zhang.

Li Shuishan's figure was vigorous, the stone sword shrunk and hovered in the palm of his hand, and he was pointed down by his fingers, and his affection was touched, and the yellow light bloomed on it.

This yellow brilliance passed through the sword surface, crawling out of a small dragon, the dragon body was wrapped around the hilt, a golden light burst out, like a man in golden armor shot, but the sword in his hand did not mean solemn, in his hand was flexible.

After Li Shuishan walked a few steps, he flew, and the fist shadows behind him fell one by one, and after four strokes, his hair stood up, stopped and took a few steps back, and with a bang, a fist fell, shattering the wall, and the hundred-zhang giant raised his palm to grab it, and the speed was amazing.

The stone sword that turned into gold was pushed by Li Shuishan, and after falling into the air, it suddenly expanded dozens of times, slashing at the nearby void, and there was a trace of blood in the crack that appeared, showing half black and yellow.

A broken figure fell, this person looked like a refining puppet, but he was accidentally killed, which can only be said to be unfortunate.

For the giant's technique, the Gancia Dao people are somewhat familiar, this is the severance of the mountains and seas, the stone people.

The dead clans of the mountains and seas can be counted on both hands, collectively known as the large group of demon clans, as well as the cultivators of the ghost lineage, plus the spirits, etc., they all have clan sayings in their minds.

The strong people of their own race that they believe in are like the remnants of the human race thousands of years ago, and they are gathered together, and few of them take the initiative to attack, and most of them are dead.

The Stone Men are mediocre in appearance and have thick arms, they retain a part of the human language, which can be used for ordinary conversation or communication, and they do not like to kill, but like to grow flowers and grass.

These races can be described as a strange flower blooming in the mountains and seas, but in the long run, the troubled times will arise, and the strong people of their race will awaken the ancient consciousness that remains

, summoned countless corpses, which can be said to be thousands and hundreds of stone warriors, to preserve the inheritance.

In ancient times, the stone people were very fond of killing, and their twenty adult rituals were to kill demons and evil for sacrifices, such as the human race, cattle, sheep and pigs, and wine were also essential.

At that time, they were very friendly with the Terrans, and often sent gifts to each other to congratulate the festival, and they also changed their appearance to look like the Terrans, and even some spells were exchanged from Gu Xiu for cultivation.

At that time, the prosperity of the human race could be said to be incomparable, and the prestige of the land of fairy rain had reached countless regions, among which there were countless strong people who suppressed it.

Every time the frame of the real dragon dragged some immortal monarchs, slowly floating in the red and yellow universe, I don't know if there was the same sky, whether there was the same earth now?

The Terran clan will be wiped out in a war, this is the tradition of ancient times, the Shiren clan was originally just a stone that withstood the first rays of sunlight when the sky opened, and then the baptism of the sun and the moon, the washing of the stream, and slowly grew up in the territory of the Terran.

It gradually developed a spirit and observed the world, and later became a spirit, and slowly became an adult, becoming a unique human who can change various stones and use the skills of stones.

Wounded in battle with the Terran rebels, it is determined to create its own race to protect the Terrans.

Over time, its group is called the Stone Man Clan, and all the demon clans and evil creatures in the mountains, the spirits look down on them, thinking that they are just a lump of stone, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

But the stone that opened the sect buried himself, put a permanent curse on himself, and killed his own people, who had seen the first rays of sunlight.

At the height of their race, they guarded the Terrans, but the Terrans were also hostile to them, and did not want them to grow all the time, so they simply destroyed them.

The powerhouses of their race fled with the remnants of their tribesmen, and they did not know where they went, but they had not forgotten their mission and their future, and their ancestors had said that it had expected that the Terrans would kill us, and this was inevitable.

People are a complex race, and I choose to be attached to them.

When the first calamity strikes, you have the right to choose your own way of life, and it is not only a curse, but it is also a curse, and they will also divide into several ways and depart, not knowing where they have gone, whether the lineage has been severed.

These stories are all seen by the Gancia Dao people in the library tower of the alliance, as for the truth and falsehood, they can't tell the difference, so they simply look at it as a new thing, but the mountains and seas really have the existence of the stone people, and the original idea of them coming here is just a remnant, and they don't participate in any fighting, but the truth is impossible.