Li Shuishan pursed his lips and said, "I don't know either." ”

The mountain giant smiled: "Solo cultivation can't be lucky, so naturally you can't open it." ”

Han Shixiu put away the storage bag and showed a gentle smile, "If Xiaoyou can find the mountain, I will give you these storage bags, there should be a lot of good treasures in them." ”

Li Shuishan watched the rain become more and more dense, grabbed a lotus leaf from his sleeve, and coughed, "Is this true?"

Han Shixiu nodded.

For these old treasures, he still has some desires in his heart, if he has a treasure or some spirit stones that suit him, he can bring a lot of creation to his cultivation.

He was silent in the rain, a little, emptying his mind, there was a blood-colored thick aura above his waist, and there was a deposited dust below, Li Shuishan lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists gently, a layer of light clouds and mist squeezed into a pool of blood, scattered like rain falling, and there was no real object when you looked closely.

The rain rained for a long time, until the fleet reached calm Haiti, and when the clouds were lifted, the bay was seen, and the vast plain was crowded with caged figures, holding cattle and sheep in their hands, with a contemptuous smile on their lips, and their skin was covered with the blue totems of tree shadows.

They opened their white eyes, leaned against their bodies on the ground, and said, "I feel the smell of life, there is a lot of fresh blood in it." ”

The withered palms poked out of the ground and pressed against the grass, and one by one the skeletons stood up, their yellow teeth covered with dried blood, their dark red hair bands fluttering, tightening their arms, muscles slowly gushing out, roaring to open the black soil that stood in their way, and huge fists floated with crooked chopstick-thick veins.

When they turned their heads and stood up, the cattle and sheep they were leading turned into fierce wild ghosts, drooling gray-brown saliva, and their eyes were red and ready to rise.

On the chain boat, Gu Fengdao's eyes were solemn, he noticed the changes in this place, got up and stood at the bow of the boat, frowned and said bitterly: "The peaks of Taibei Mountain, the old Po Sect, the Shuangmen Sect, the Yi Yi Sect, the Mountain Sect, a water altar, the post road Taoist Temple, the seven roads gather, such as the stars on the mountain, the white water explores the moon." Do you still remember the dead clansman, the white-robed young clan that was broken off for us?"

The mountain giant got up and said: "Thirty years ago, our seven gates competed for the land of the eight-layer Luanfeng, where countless melons and fruits were broken, and the demon birds that had not yet opened their minds were bloody, we were slaughtered, and countless sect disciples died violently. ”

The old clan coughed and said: "What is there to see now, the young clan of the Bai clan is the only humanoid creature that gave birth to spiritual intelligence, why does he want to help us break the queen? This is still a mystery. ”

Gu Fengdao people raised their fingers and pointed to the plain, where there is a hundred-zhang depression, where blood is wrinkled, the smell of rancid smell is stuffy, the buried person is an empty topic, but the mountain giant's eyes are slightly heavy, looking at the mountain ancestor's face is blood-blue, not for the hatred of the corpses that thirst for blood here, and it is the white-robed young clan buried there.

Some young cultivators who were low cultivators could see the direction they were pointing, and there was only a white cloud, but those who had cultivated to a high level of cultivation had a calm face and slightly lowered their cheekbones.

They all remember the figure of a young man kneeling and roaring, and remember the delicate body, falling from the cry down the wall, on the wall is exactly "Mother and Child Tomb Looking at the Sky", the mother's cherry mouth, with a tall nose bridge, white complexion, behind the winding willow belt, around the red thin curtain, when the child fell to the ground, the dry ground ushered in the water of the stream, the flowers and plants grew violently, the melons and fruits were ripe, and the crisp and wonderful children's cries floated on the eighth floor.

The infant child is small for a day

Children, one day for teenagers, and another day for youth.

The moment he opened his eyes, the eight-layer mountains and seas churned, returning to the mountains and rocks, he raised his left hand and the waves formed an arc, letting go of the mountains and seas shaking, he was called the eight-layer infant spirit young clan, his mother turned into smoke and dust after he was born, there was no brilliance in his eyes, and he was categorical about the infinite hatred, but he did not forget the love of fish and water and stepped to the fifth layer, and killed countless ghosts, and the shadows hidden in the shadows trembled and retreated.

When sending the seven sects far away, it was traversed in the mountain.

Gu Feng Dao said: "The plain was originally a mountain, and he leveled it, and the corpses were raised by his strength." Shall we help him and send her back to the eighth floor?"

The mountain giant and the ancestor of the mountain nodded slightly, and after they stepped away, the nameless monk hidden in the shadows burst out with strong strength, raising his head and following closely, among them, there were some old men who did chores on the boat, they seemed to be powerless and calm, but now they looked at it, and their hearts were even more remarkable.

The mountain giant put his hands on his back, red silk appeared in his eyes, without waiting, his right leg stepped forward, the oblique sword flew up, and the moment he clenched his hand, the figure leaned forward The sword power was like breaking the mountain, the sea breeze behind him receded, and the clouds and mist rolled into a hemp rope.

The Gu Feng Daoist who followed closely behind him clasped his hands, and his five fingers exchanged and twisted, forming a short white silk rope, which was pulled into a horizontal and vertical aperture, and a smoke willow danced in it, and he withdrew with both hands and pulled out a shocking white rope.

The ancestor of the mountain spread his hand to show a wooden stick, and after swallowing it, the red light of his eyes circled back, forming a circle of red marks, and his hands were clasped in the middle, and there was endless fire in his hands.

The momentum of the approaching monks turned the air currents in the sky, and the young monks on the big boat looked at each other intently, as if they had seen a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

Huang Yu's bookmark jumped out of Li Shuishan's sleeve and said: "In the early stage of the Daohua Realm, in the middle stage of the Daohua Realm, the Great Perfection of the Mood Realm..... Who are they going to do it for? This can be regarded as an elder-level monk in a sect, but the aura is strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and it still lacks the charm of the ancient World War I scattered cultivation, and they can deter the cultivation of the same level sect without using their cultivation. ”

Han Shixiu swallowed his saliva and praised himself secretly.

The mountain giant's sword intent broke away, and a bright white light crossed the sky, which reminded Li Shuishan of the sword of Mr. Churchill in the nameless city, and even evoked some memories of himself, and he didn't know when he would forget this part of the memory, although he had long been used to it, but he was still reluctant to witness the splendour, he had to always remember what his original intention was? Is it to go to the mortal dust, to find the woman he fell in love with at first sight? Or to find the storyteller waiting for him? Not to mention meeting him and despising his first teacher and one disciple?

But this sword evoked a silent heart, he exhaled sharply, staring at this sword light, his heart was filled with extreme longing, the three small swords behind him trembled slightly, a fiery aura came out of his eyes, and a silent murderous aura was summoned in his eyes, sweat fell on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth.

The corpses crawled out of the ground, biting their wrists, sucking a mouthful of blood, jumping hundreds of feet, turning their palms into knives and cutting them down, and the wild ghosts turned into cattle and sheep opened a mouth big enough to swallow their heads, and rushed to kill the monks who came.

A sword light of the mountain giant directly bulldozed the plain of several hundred meters, with a bang, embedded in it, a pair of big hands pressed on the ground, and the corpses that had just emerged were directly cut in half and fell to the ground, and more and more corpses in the back got up, and shouted in their mouths: "Blood, I want blood, those weak monks who come, you will all be my meal." ”

Some of them went straight to the sea, and some of them fought with a few people falling from the sky, and the white rope of the ancient Fengdao people jumped, summoned a smoke BMW, swallowed a corpse, and pushed it violently, shaking the area of dozens of feet.

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The mountain ancestor shouted, hurriedly shook the stick, and swept hundreds of miles, Gu Feng said: "Tighten your cultivation, don't disturb the sleeping infant spirit young clan." ”

On the ship, the experienced monk gritted his teeth and said, "Defend." ”

At that time, the corpses were running very fast, some of them dived to the bottom of the sea, and when they tread water, they swallowed one of the monks, and the blood marks left behind gradually spread, dyeing the whole person into a blood-colored afterimage, and countless monks took up arms and began to fight.

One after another, meticulous techniques were unleashed, and the entire hull was cracked in one or two places, and those naturally timid monks also gritted their teeth to fight them, and the sailors who controlled the direction of the big ship slapped the spirit stones one after another, urging them to stay away.

They didn't want to leave alone, but circled around the area, and in this way, the sturdy monks clenched the spinning wheel with both hands, moving from side to side, and the monks on the boat were unsteady on their feet, and some of them could not help but vomit when they smelled the stench of the corpses.

Li Shuishan's eyes were slightly blank, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hanshi Daoyou, your strength must be stronger than mine, my body has changed slightly, I don't know what to do, everything depends on you." ”

The dotted lotus leaves above his head burst out of blue silk, and his body couldn't help but tremble, he jumped out of the boat and punched down on the grinning corpse, the force of this punch seemed small, but it was enough to shatter the corpse's jaw and make him fall back into the sea.

Li Shuishan stretched out his hand to hold his head, and went straight to the plain, a furnace behind him cultivated some water, and the strength of his whole body was exerted, and he couldn't compare to the young man in front of him who had not passed the condensation realm? ”

Several monks fought more and more fiercely in the plains, pushing straight for hundreds of miles, about to approach the sunken place, Li Shuishan suddenly stepped into the air, his eyes were blood-red, as if he was enchanted, the mountain giant looked at him, hurriedly flew up and twisted his hands, and then his face was shocked, and he exclaimed: "Little friend, don't go." Your master is on his way here, if you have three long and two short, how can I explain it?"

Where could Li Shuishan hear the call from behind, the cold stone was tired and panting, and the distance between them was getting bigger and bigger, until they were blocked by a surging cloud and mist, but a strong murderous aura rushed out around the thin moan.

There was no change in the sunken place, until Li Shuishan stepped into it, a pair of white eyes opened, and plum blossoms of the solar calendar bloomed.

There was water dripping into his mouth, the earth behind him emitting a seductive fragrance, the rain from the sky falling on this sunken hell, those demons who were about to climb out, the corpses shook their bodies and retreated, they were a little afraid of the eyes that opened.

Li Shuishan hung in the air on the sunken area, opened his red eyes and looked down, and said, "You." ”

The white eyes were raised, and a complete young man's body was revealed, he was dressed in white, a smile appeared on his white face, his eyes were white over everything in the world, and there was a slight rain beating in the blink of an eye, and he raised his hand and replied, "Me?"

Li Shuishan didn't look at it anymore, got up and ran into the distance, after the cold stone cultivator came, he glanced at the young man, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and followed closely, the mountain giant sighed: "Could he be a cultivator of the destiny of heaven? ”

Several people clenched their fists and retreated, their original intention was to revive him from the devouring of the corpses, and now it was achieved. But it was the mountain giant who was worried, and there was a mistake in what he calculated, and there was a ghost in front of the mountain, and there was an inversion in the third time.

"The cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven is unpredictable, if he detects anything, he will not be accurate, but he will not die in the mountains and seas, this place seems to be his belonging. I just don't know how to confide in his master. ”