"On the waves, the turtle drinks water, and the earth is hidden in the sky, and the white sail enters the stream. ”

"Under the spring, the dragon's breath explores the water, the sword is the sky, and the black eyes come out of the well. ”

A wave of flowers swept out from under the stone tower, wide and several zhang, a breath of turnover will be sprinkled all over the sky, soaked in the moon shadow, bright and transparent, leading out the water of the source, following the refraction of the rock to cater to, paving the face of the avenue, the road after that is clear as nothing, and the night is integrated.

The big demon soul held a water pattern yellow talisman in his hand, engraved the Tibetan peak to guide the way, the three-sided soul, looked up and looked into the distance, the weighing pan fell, and raised his feet to the distance.

The soul on the side of the peak exclaimed here, but did not dare to move the body, a moonlight combined with all the rocks of the Tibetan Peak, condensed into a point, and fell in the invisible stream, and saw the stream in the sky, turning into starlight, reflecting the starlight in the sky, and there were countless dots in it, one large and one small, until the moon was big and there was no trace.

As it approached, the mud in front of the soul was slippery, the feet were walking slowly, and the eyes were blind, and the white sail boat sailed, condensing the previous memories into several different colored glories and placing them overhead.

Inside you can see clear black shadows like people walking, trees are prosperous, tall and fierce beast bodies fall to the ground, revealing white cold bones, a mountain range is uplifted, a mountain range is collapsed, the demon fork is horizontal, the blood mist is filled, and the monster with complete facial features but not a human face appears in it, curiously observing this unfamiliar realm, the starry sky, as well as the sea and mountains.

Corpses are everywhere, mountains are broken, ghosts are raging, the moon is red and the stars are dark, and blood flows into a sea.

Huang Fu took the initiative to break away from his palm and stuck it in his chest, and then roared, revealing the timbre that broke through the Tibetan peak. This shocking and savage voice, although harmless, reached the ears of every monk as thoroughly as it seemed to pierce the illusion in his own heart, and he revealed his astonishment.

Especially Li Shuishan, who was standing in front of the tower, touched his chest, as if he also secretly resonated from the soul body, although the demon soul was different, after the yellow charm was integrated, there was the pain of dripping water through the needle, gathering and condensing a little in the body, frowning.

The fish spirit also knelt on his chest and clutched it, babbling speechless and retching.

The old madman saw that the big demon soul came to the point where the moonlight was reflected, the moon folded by the rocks revealed a dark gray, the dark spring gushed, and the water flowed into the mountain stream, but a boat of white sails appeared at the point where it was introduced, I don't know if it could be understood as the countercurrent of the sword face? And what is the mystery in it? It deeply hooked Li Shuishan's inner curiosity.

Rendering a sense of silence, a startled talisman demon, now changed to a confused appearance, the palm of his hand lightly placed in front of his chest, a blue robe appeared outside his body, pulled up a blue twilight sword light, behind him hovering countless streams flowing, a puzzled face asked, "Who am I? Where am I going?"

Its words were soft and redundant, but they did not affect the pace of walking and dipping into the stream, and there were several thoughts in both eyes. The old madman said in a blue robe, his eyes were slightly open, and he was serious and speechless, a man in a blue robe who was still a teenager, and there was an unclear layer of twilight on his body, and a sense of humility and loneliness in the open air appeared. All this, as if someone was guiding him, telling him why etiquette is important, what is the centennial mission, holding the Blue Twilight Sword, there should be a sword in his heart, and after hesitation, he bowed deeply to the old madman.

This demonization is human nature, but the eyes are blurred, and it is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong, as if there is a natural barrier to cover it, and the things seen have a silent sense of familiarity, but they have never seen it.

In the eyes of the big demon, one side of the water flow is gold, two is green, three is purple, four is white, five is twilight, and six

It is red, and seven is black. Bai Fan's eyes drained, raised his eyes and walked away, the water turned up again, pulled up the big demon soul, disappeared, and returned to calm.

The souls on the side of the mountain rushed to climb for fear that they would not be allowed to enter the unknown territory in the future. This is exactly what they are attracted to, the yin tide qi emanating from the periphery of the Tibetan Peak is a natural shelter, for these souls who don't know when they died, they lost their bodies, leaving behind the sharpness of longing.

But this big demon caused a lot of restlessness, causing the old madman to observe quietly, not daring to play abuse at all, and took a few breaths of cold air, sitting on the ground, the scene just now seemed to have been expected, but a clear guttural voice echoed, dispersing Li Shuishan, who was still caught in that scene.

Fortunately, a breeze blew away, and the pain was blown away, and it blew into the distance.

The old madman pinched the iron sword in his palm, exhaled in the air, and said: "Exorcism is not like a soul, it is the same as 'dispelling', erasing their previous painful memories, or sealing them in the yellow talisman, and from now on they will become a demihuman." If the sword does not recognize people, the one in its hand is the first level to kill him, and a few monks and other clans who enter the sword can be safe and sound, even if they step on their feet, they can't find any sporadic points. Even if there were, it was crippled. ”

"If you ask why, the sword is guided by the sword peak, and it is given to the big demon, the big demon, the big murderer, the big ghost, and the big thing, all of which are suppressed by a trace of soul power, even if there is one more day of resistance, it will be erased by that memory, leaving a new soul body. And the fact that it is not denied to enter the sword is that only the soul enters, and it is not allowed. ”

Li Shuishan heard this, and then pointed to the two beasts behind, the big beast was as timid as a mouse, and after being pointed, he trembled and moved over, stuffing his child into the pocket in front of his belly, and a curious and frightened little look appeared.

The old madman said with a serious face: "The scales are driven up and down, there are no soul bodies with six or more faces next to the hidden peak, and some shrimp soldiers and crabs are seeking life." Opportunities can be given, and whether they can live or not depends on their creation. ”

The big beast accepted the old madman's comments while doing it, and while crying silently, a red light iron sword rushed away, crushing all the ghosts' greed, and fiercely shocking.

The red light iron sword that flew back landed in front of Li Shuishan, revealing a hideous killing intent, a thin layer of rusty red silk, entangled with a little ghost eyes, seventeen ghost eyes, three lit up, you can't wait too much, it will produce a shock from the heart, and after a while, you will be afraid.

The old madman muttered: "The technique is divided into three, one is for the ghost wood to draw the sword, one is to blow the wind and snow, and the other is dazzling for the flowers and mountains, divided into force, meaning, and God, and the three can break through many restrictions in the heart, I don't know what you have seen before, you can condense in your mind, I don't know what you have thought about, you can be dazzling in God."

It's like three points, the essence of what Fan Chen said, you have to study quickly and don't lose the natural temperament of the youth, if you have these three points, maybe you can learn more quickly, I will take you to review every other week, but when the three techniques are fused, you still need to enter the sword, you can't bear the pain of splitting the soul, or when you reach the realm of condensation, I will take you to meet the army that belongs to the Tibetan Peak. ”

His laughter hehe, the old voice in the night is cow draft, hoarse and lacks delicacy, but with a little more cold wind from the Tibetan peak, it blows his hair and robes messily, and he doesn't care too much in his heart, throwing away the fusion of the three arts, what is this condensation realm? Li Shuishan himself can't understand clearly.

If you put all your mind on grinding during this time, you can still do it

Some eyebrows are just some eyebrows, and if you figure it out, you can naturally get out, but what if you can't get out? Clotted jade powder, yellow robe willow wind, white face and thin fingers, blowing wind and meditating, thinking through what they have done, maybe you can understand some simple truths.

As for meditating cross-legged on a stone platform in the daytime, can you understand what is called the truth? What is the absorption of aura? These things have many vague meanings in one's mind, as if the memories that I remembered before have been forgotten, and I don't remember to slowly surface, just like the spirit of the truth, and I suddenly did not appear in the nameless city, as if I was reminding myself of something.

Even if you see a familiar section of the road in the distance, you can go back and see your former self, the little boy at that time, or the person who sees kindness, helplessness, leisure, and self-righteousness in his mind? Obviously not.

What do I remember besides those four words?

Gradually, it is gone.

When you can see everything clearly in the dark night, it seems that everything is so quiet, the mulberry leaves are falling, the blue and white flowers are urging, where is the small bamboo pole in your hand? The appearance of a laughing child, the scene of touching fish and catching shrimp, I don't know when it happened. Raise your palm to pick up food that attracts your taste buds, is that tofu or persimmon?

Li Shuishan's index finger lightly touched the old madman's iron sword, and with a buzz, he cut off a bit of skin, revealing red bloodstains, and the sword body flipped around, and the blood that fell on it was directly absorbed, sprouting a little more sound sword sound.

"This is the old sword, my natal sword, and among the three small swords you carry, I don't know which sword you chose as your natal sword?"

"The sword does not seek more, seeks self-interest, melts into the heart, penetrates the qi veins, can not only help you block, but also help you kill the enemy cultivator, raise your hand to wrap around the body, with invisible power.

The knife is not as good as the sword, it can't be so sleek and curved, the thin light sword is like the wind swinging, the water is moist and green, the wind is moving, the blade is cut with a sword, the sword is killed, the water is blown and the sword is drunk, the sword shadow is flying, the sword is soft and fast, and the sword is crisp.

The heavy sword, strong and powerful, the three mountains are upside down, the wind blows the sand, the wind falls the flowers, but there is a slow but a split all the binding power, just like the silent person is speechless, close his eyes and listen carefully, open his eyes only one of them, and ask to open the mountain and break the river.

The wooden sword is bare-hearted, the wind is crisp and the jade is pulled, and the drinking water is on the clouds, and the skin is fragile and astringent. From the fallen leaves, soaked in oil, the soul is seen in ninety-four days, and the charm is extinguished with a sword. Under the tree, the annual rings have been seen for a long time, Huang Huazhi has been in the past few years, there are many sharp fragments, only the heart is not brittle, it can be a sword.

Short sword light passengers, masked killing, light grass and fly, fall on the surface of the water, for iron for steel, for green skin and broken leaves, for the twilight of the dust fire, scorched to small and exquisite, a sword to see blood, a sword to kill. There are few short swords in the world, only the people who hide the secret treasures, smiling and waiting for the visitors to open the seal. ”

"However, the sword of mortal dust has long since fallen on the mountain stream, and it has lived up to its previous glory. The sword of my monk's lofty ambition is to raise his hand to volley into the air, pick up a thing and a grass can be a sword, the water sword is pervasive, no one can hide; the fire sword lifts pure fire, thunderbolts and burns thousands of miles; the light sword is invisible, raise his hand to rush thousands of miles by surprise, no one is seen, and the traces in the air come, and you can also die; "

He looked excited, trembling and said: "I want the sword of the sword to pick up the stars, open up a mountain, open up the end of the world, open the sun and the moon; ”