His eyes were full of anger, as if he wanted to swallow the monstrous demons around him in one gulp, but there was also a young man in a long jacket around this place, his thick eyebrows and small eyes, his hair was like an ice sculpture standing up, exuding a cold light, holding a short awl, the surface was like a wave rolling, and the power he swung out was also increased in the superposition.

The ghosts that came in, their bodies flowing with yellow liquid, all crawled out of the deep dark whirlpool in the distance.

They are different from the ghosts Li Shuishan saw in the ghost mountain, they lack the consciousness of autonomy, and they are completely reduced to puppets, and they are vigorously drilling into the old madman and the young man with long coats.

And the more time passes, the stronger the power they bring out of it, and there is even a tendency to become powerful ghosts.

The old madman has been trapped here for several days, asking for water or water, and the sun is not sunny, and the rest is the gloomy atmosphere, as well as the smelly corpse gas, and I don't know where the cold wind blew out of the hole that appeared for no reason, piercing into the flesh and bones, and I couldn't help but shiver.

He came to find his precious apprentice, although he knew that the mirrored mountains and seas were very constrained to him, but he still ran here without hesitation.

Before, he had also walked through this place, and that time he was red-eyed, and he exploded all the good treasures in his body, and rushed directly to the eighth layer, although there was nothing to see in it, but the Ruiguang of the treasure and the charming smell that entered the brain could not escape his dog-like nose.

The monks who followed him all the way, seeing him rush like crazy, all followed, but his luck was good, and he didn't encounter any major threats all the way to the end, and other monks were not so good.

However, the old madman didn't take their storage bags, and they followed the old madman voluntarily, and in the end he buried the loess, which can be regarded as benevolent and righteous.

In fact, the old madman's reputation has not been very good, not only because of his quirks, but also because of his responsibilities, so it is rare to have a few good friends, the young man in the white jacket in front of his face is counted as one, and there is an old Li Guoren, and the monk on the fruit mountain who makes fun of him and is his mortal enemy.

The old madman who raised his hand and pressed the iron sword jumped up as soon as he stepped on the yellow ghost body, and there was a charm on his body that rotated, slowly rising from half his waist, and when he reached his arm, his palm opened and slapped it in front of him.

The spell poured out from the palm of his hand, turning the strangulation ghost, and after a few miserable screams, a large-headed demon with forked black hair opened its mouth, revealing disgusting rotten teeth, and there was still unwiped human flesh between the teeth, and it smiled grimly.

The old madman just glanced at it, and the iron sword in his hand jumped out of a little ghost, opened his bloody mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and opened his mouth to drink: "Receive." ”

The imp jumped back into his sword, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

The white-jacketed young man's face was covered with blood, and he said loudly: "Madman, the second time you come here, everything is different. I already feel that on the eve of the big war, there is a force silently pushing everything. ”

The old madman was vigorous, jumped on a small hill, looked at the whirlpool in the distance and said: "It's different, but there is still time to solve it, if it can be done later, it can also delay the start of the war." ”

"I'm afraid there's not enough time. The middle-aged man in the white jacket groaned.

"Enough. "The old madman has already calculated in his heart, the tribulation of the mountains and seas will not appear until more than a year later, and it is a live tribulation, only a small half of the demons and human cultivators will die, if the catastrophe comes in a month, it means that something is affecting the time, let it deliberately advance, so that the mountains and seas will break in the impact and escape.

Of course, just a guess on his part,

But he will never allow the creatures here to go out and harm the world.

If you want to solve this catastrophe, you have to find the source, he has already passed the news, directly to the various sects, presumably Taibei Mountain, hundreds of sects in the outside world have sent their own sect powerhouses, so as to make huge profits in this chaos.

If it's good, it can really improve a lot of strength, but if it's unlucky, it's possible that a living person will be wiped out in the next breath.

But in the news he transmitted, there was only one sentence, that is, "the catastrophe of mountains and seas".

This is the existence of the monks in the states who are worried and feared, and the shadow left behind by the departure of the mountain founder is affecting the strong people of various sects such as sects and elder positions, some of them have seen this, and they have survived from a distance.

Therefore, their cultivation has also been greatly improved after that, if there are disciples who want to ask what they have seen, some of them will not talk about it, some of them will have to think about it for a long time, and some of them will say some inconsequential one-sided things, and some kind-hearted monks will say it as if they were their own flesh and blood.

This statement leaves behind indelible traces, the traces of pursuing the strong, which is the will of every monk who wants to become a strong man, and even crazy about it.

The news of the old madman is earth-shattering, and it is rare in a century.

The first few fluctuations in the mountains and seas were directly suppressed by the Zhufeng monks, and this time, it can be transmitted to the sects, you can imagine the seriousness of this time.

If there is danger, there is a fate, which cultivator doesn't want it, in the past, they were secretly sent out from the void crack or the sect, so that they could stay in the mountains and seas for a while, and they couldn't go too deep, but this time it was different, most of the sects opened the sect to teleport the array, went straight to it, and stayed until the end of the mountain and sea tribulation.

This time is also the time to give insight to the younger generation of monks, so there are hundreds or thousands of monks from many sects.

Some of them also come out of the retreat mountains to get a glimpse of the pride.

At this time, the mountains and seas were restless, the old madman walked out of his contemplation, and the evil people under the mountain opened their teeth and claws, and did not dare to fly up, only the white shadow came up with his bare hands.

The white-robed young man named He Lu'an, is the elder of the Bingxu Sect, don't look at him young and immature, his actual age is nearly two hundred years old, but he often swallows the Baorong Pill to restore the appearance of his youth.

The Baorong Pill generally only appears in the hands of female cultivators, and the price is extremely expensive, five require a high-grade spirit stone, and the curative effect is only maintained for about a week, but this also makes some women crazy.

His cultivation is said to have broken through to the realm of Taoism, and the old madman met on the way to get lost, that day, it was to drink tea and rest in the dense forest, and then gradually became popular, the interests did not match, the temper did not match, the only similar monastic views, but also a talk about empty, simply come to make friends with people, not for anything else, just for someone to scold when you are free, but also to walk through the door, look at the scene.

This is a bit similar to the relationship between the old madman and the monk in the preserved fruit mountain, which is exquisite.

Now, the two of them exhaled and looked at each other, and one after another pinched out a spell, chanting the mantra in their mouths, and roaring: "Kill out of here." ”

A gust of wind blew in the distance, and a huge ancient tree rose in the azure water, surrounded by dense grass, and a cold-looking brown-haired man stood up, grabbed at his waist, and threw a cloud of smoke in front of him.

In the smoke, dozens of human faces were writhing wildly, some were breathing frantically with their mouths open, and some were staring at the sky with their eyes wide open

His face was twisted, as if he was in great pain.

The brown-haired man looked at the two of them coming, and said lightly: "There are still eight faces missing, there are a hundred faces, and if I put a spell on a hundred faces, I can completely condense a hundred spells." ”

"Then I'll take these two people's faces!" he snorted, his hands spread out in the air, and a roll of blood merged with the tips of his fingers, and he pushed forward sharply and disappeared in front of his eyes.

The old madman who was flying suddenly had a red light in his eyebrows, and his heart trembled and he exhaled, turned around and threw his robe forward, and the fluctuations in the air were accompanied by the death of the demon, and he was approaching step by step.

He Liu'an's eyes narrowed slightly, white pollen appeared around his body in an instant, and his legs stopped sharply and flew backwards.

At this time, the dead air fell around the ghost, one after another died, and a thick cursed aura appeared, the old madman spread out his robe, and his hand lightly grabbed the iron sword, the fourth red eye lit up, and the blood-red killing broke out, and the circle rushed away like a wave, resisting the coming breath of death.

The brown-haired man grabbed the smoke in front of him, like picking up a falling water ball, walked a few hundred meters in one step, and appeared in one step to the front of the breath of death, and raised his finger to aim at He Liu'an, who was retreating.

The demonic qi rushed out from his fingers and grabbed him like a rope, the breath of death fell on his body with the rope, the skin on his legs began to fester, and quickly reached his waist, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly slapped out a paper knife from the storage bag on his waist, and slashed it hard, "Get out!"

The knife burned instantly and turned into ashes, but in the next moment, his thigh was just about to be pulled out of that force, but the rope turned back and cut off half of his foot, he roared, panting and pinching out a dark magic light and throwing it into the sky, instantly illuminating the rainy sky.

In front of him, a brown-haired man looked at him with a smile and said, "You can't escape." ”

The old madman felt tricky, he had seen this person, but he felt that he was not a human cultivator, but a demon wearing a human skin, without thinking, one step approached, the iron sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, and the rain on the right side of this person was blown away.

He showed an unfamiliar face and said to him with a smile, "You are not qualified to fight me!"

With a slight wave, the rain in the sky suddenly stopped, the old madman's face was gloomy, his body was pushed back, He Liu'an hurriedly fled back, grabbed another umbrella in his storage bag, wiped his own blood on the handle of the umbrella, and after chanting a few spells, the umbrella opened and released more than a dozen ancient texts, and the breath was like a blue.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me?"

The brown-haired man stepped out in one step, and the place where he appeared, only half a step away from him, reached out and grabbed it, and said, "Because you have the breath of my people on you, you killed them." ”

He Liu'an's expression was uncertain, and he thought quickly in a short time, but he couldn't think of the slightest, and recited the incantation again, "There is also a price to pay for killing me." ”

Gu Wen rotated clockwise around the perimeter, and after his outstretched palm touched it, there was a violent impact, and after the crackling sound, He Liu'an's right leg was grabbed with one hand, at this time, the old madman suddenly improved his cultivation in the retreat, and shouted: "Non-human and non-demon, you dare to hurt him, believe it or not, Lao Tzu hacked you to death?"

The four-eyed aura of the iron sword was infinitely close to the Daohua Realm, and the red line on the old madman's eyebrows flashed every few breaths, and he grabbed it lightly, and the cultivation of his own seal burst out, and the whole body actually climbed sharply, and only stopped when he reached the early stage of the Daohua Realm, and there was an unyielding intent in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Are you qualified to fight with me?"