In the library on the mountain of Chushui National Road, there is a book that records strange rumors about Chushui Country, and one of them is read by the monk who stood in the mountain and did not go with them.

When he saw three of them, he stopped moving.

He said, "In thirty-three years, a rat monster or something like that descended on a high mountain. The Flame Daoists call it an "exotic visitor", but unlike other species, the rat monsters sleep here and are suppressed by the Taoists with tombstones. Under the closure, this place is taken as Taiping Town, which means peace and security. With the power of deterrence, reward the people who have been in this place for decades and wait for the seal. ”

"The one who started the seal?" he thought, turning to put down the book.

"Under the way of heaven, there are still people waiting for Uncle Master. What kind of difference is the person he is waiting for, or what kind of destiny does he have?"

He walked out of the Heavenly Dao Mountain of Chu Shui Country, his face was calm, and he chose to go to a distant place to take a look.

Turning into a humanoid rat monster, breaking through the door of a group of monks, he jumped out of the mountain, and he was happy, it was such a rainy and cyan weather, and he turned to Taiping Town.

Taiping has a history of innate history, and the person who speaks to the closed underground, not surprisingly, is the current monarch. And he was also rainy and rainy, holding a blue blue wave robe in his hand, and the dust covered on it was gently blown off by his hand, and he sighed in his mouth: "Peace and security." This big word is exactly what he said to the ministers who knelt down on the ground, that is, to wait for the day that this Flame Daoist said.

But he seemed to regret it a little.

In Taiping Town, the rat monster is human-shaped, beautiful and dignified, holding a token in his hand, which is the thing he carried the tombstone and was dropped by lightning, and it is also the core thing that deters the evil spirit. He walked a few steps and then stopped, waiting for an escaping carriage to arrive, but in fact he saw in the distance that most of the people with bags on their backs were staying at the closed intersection of the two roads.

At the end of this place is a secluded ring road, and there are several big-eyed monks standing in front of him, frowning at the crowd, but he touches something like an enchantment, and he can't get in, he can't get out. He stretched out his short sword and slashed it into the air, and the monk was beheaded by a sword shadow gliding in the distance, rolling on the ground.

The people in the crowd were panicked, and there was a lot of blood in them.

The people left in the town are old people who can't walk, and the grandmother who gave incense to the stone bridge that day is not afraid of death, but even if she is afraid of death, she can't do without it. The first thing she thought of was to light the incense, light a handful of dozens of notes, and what she wanted was that the room was full of clouds and mist, and then when everyone had finished, she sat quietly in front of the house.

The sound of footsteps approached, and in this came the rat monster in human form, who followed the cigarette, raised his nose, and took all the incense in one breath, and burped.

The old grandmother seemed to be well-informed, but she didn't know this rat monster in human form, but she noticed that he was not an ordinary person, but she didn't dare to guess too much, and said tremblingly: "The one I saw in my dream is you, sucking incense spirits, and it seems to devour human blood." ”

The rat monster said frankly: "You are the first person I want to devour, and the whole town is a slave tribe that I feed, and you can't escape from the palm of my hand." ”

He opened his mouth wide, took on the form of a rat monster, and bit down on the old woman who was still listening carefully.

Then, jump out of here and run to the stone bridge, which is still far away.

The stone bridge no longer has its former glory, in the dim daylight, eroded by the rain, the old grandmother has been devoured to death, unable to light incense and sacrifice again. However, there have been three previous visits to the site to renovate and build bridges.

Standing on the stone bridge, he smiled and muttered, "Back then, the people of Bishuidao thought that a stone tablet of repression could allow me to be tempered by time and fully integrate into this world. Unfortunately, he only saw one of them, and the second point, what was it? That is, I was not an outsider. ”

He smiled wickedly.

He stepped through the stone bridge with one foot, and the stone bridge lost its dragon sword, as if it was weak from the wind. The rat monster glanced at the Taiping Town, revealing a look of great eagerness, turning into a puff of smoke and rushing to the team that moved away.

In front of Ma Yuan's door, Li Shuishan showed fear of the scene in front of him, and he even showed a sense of reluctance for the first time to Xiangshan, which was still billowing with smoke, these were like a dream, and he refused to believe it. Wan Shui Dao people watched the smoke turned into rat monsters come suddenly, he walked thousands of miles, saw many stormy waves, and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He didn't hesitate or have any choice.

The small sword hanging from his sleeve flew up.

He pinched the trick with his right hand and slapped it into the air, and the small sword, which was originally unconscious, turned into a long sword and rushed out, aiming at the rolled smoke. When the sword stopped, the rat monster revealed its massive body, curled its long tail, and flung it to the ground. In the next moment, he became a human form.

He showed a hint of horror at the Wanshui Dao people who came with his steps, but turned into a smile, "Those Taoist cultivators are too low in cultivation to stimulate the power in my body, if you can, then I won't devour the blood of those people." ”

Wan Shui Dao people didn't take it seriously, so they stepped into the air, turned the long sword and flew back into their hands, pinched the trick with their right hand, and an illusory sword shadow appeared out of thin air in the sky. Looking carefully at the sky, it was like a blue sword shadow cut out of thin air, mixed with the blood in the original space.

The rat monster stretched out his palm and slapped it at the sword shadow in the air. The palm of the hand was like the power of Aooka and the sky that fell like a curtain, and instantly melted into the darkness. In this space that belongs to him, he is his own master, and he has infinite power. And a trick like a round wheel appeared in front of the Wanshui Dao people, facing the rat monster underground.

"You can't kill me. ”

The rat monster roared at the Wanshui Dao people, there was still a filthy power in his chest, which was exactly the power he couldn't use, but the Wan Shuidao people noticed that this rat monster was under the shadow of the sword, and the power of the expanding qi and blood was shrinking more and more. It's something that can be crazy about.

Wan Shui Dao Man stopped the sword technique in his hand, and he turned to pinch the trick in his hand, which was a magic that could be sealed left to him by his master, and it was difficult to exert it to the extreme according to his current cultivation. But he pressed it without hesitation, and formed a giant handprint in the air, and this handprint appeared. In his mind, there was a method with a white jade color and wide hands, and there were six tricks in it, each of which had the figure of a Wanshui Dao person.

It can be clearly seen that there are eight of them, but there is only one missing to prove the existence of his fifth finger - little finger, he saw the rat monster on the ground slowly get up and turn around to devour the body of others, and a figure that immediately appeared in his heart was Li Shuishan.

He shouted at Li Shuishan: "You only need to say yes, and I will give you a place, don't you want to see what the world of cultivation is like? Now there is a chance." ”

Li Shuishan heard this voice in the distance, but he was timid.

He glanced back at Ma Yuan's kind smiling face, he knew that Ma Bo's kindness to him had ended here, and he still owed a lot of people. It's not just Jiang Lao who strikes iron, Jiang Lan who provides him with a job in the pottery hall and doesn't know if he likes it, Feng Yinwan who drinks for himself, and Ah Gan who struggles with himself equally......

The man of all this kept coming to his mind, "Remember what I said." What's that?"

The long sword flew and was tightly held in Li Shuishan's hand.

"Is he really the fifth sword?"

This echo echoed in the hearts of Wanshuidao people.

Ma Yuan looked at it calmly.

And the Zilong Daoist hiding in a corner was also waiting for this answer, his eyes were wrinkled, staring closely at the sword in Li Shuishan's hand, this sword was given by the master of Wanshui Dao when he was mortal, with "peace" as the main word, wanting to bless Wanshui Dao people on a smooth path to cultivation. It is precisely because of this that this sword has also helped the people of Wanshui Dao to avoid danger several times, and this time is the sixth time, and this sword has also reached its deadline.

As Li Shuishan grabbed the long sword and flew up, the jade pendant on his chest suddenly shone up.

The long sword trembled slightly in the air, and turned into this world that belonged to the people of Wanshuidao.

Of the six tricks that appeared here, the position of one little finger was vacant, and Wan Shui Dao sat expressionlessly in the palm of his hand, and the thumb that was waiting for the first one to appear lit up, and then the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger paused at the position of the little finger.

Li Shuishan hesitated for a moment and walked over, as he looked at the fifth trick, there was the shadow of the long sword in his hand, and his face appeared, he walked over slowly, his heart trembled, and sat down.

In an instant, the trick of the little finger instantly lit up, connecting the palm of the Wanshuidao people.

"Slap Kill!!"

Under this palm, the Purple Dragon Daoist laughed in a corner, and he stepped out and disappeared in place.

Ma Yuan returned to the room, sat down cross-legged, and muttered: "Bad fate, bad fate." Shui Po, I shouldn't have accepted the vitality of these thirty years, let me get involved in this cause and effect. ”