Li Shuishan's eyes were stunned, and he walked out of the picture in the smoke and willows, and the dry cicada Taoist and the rotten bamboo then stepped out and said: "Daohua Village is so beautiful, but it is a little regretful." ”

Gan Cicada Daoist doesn't care what is good or bad, because his hundred years of experience has already included the scene of life and death, it is not strange, the pebble in his hand slammed to the ground, and said: "There are no regrets or regrets, the prosperity and defeat of a village is a common thing for mortals in a hundred years, besides, there is this pebble in the village plus the rotation of the annual rings, which engraves a memory of accelerated loss." Leave it to us, the arrivals, to see. Look at the children under the tree, the old scholars who hold books and read and carry their knowledge bags, the farmers who face the loess with their backs to the sky, the fishermen who hate people who jump into the fish frame and laugh, the big and small characters, none of them have the murderous aura of our cultivators, and the rest is as pure as a wash. Even in the end, the child under the tree died, the fisherman fell into the river and died in the belly of the fish, and the weeping girl called out to the wandering scholar, all of them were just pursuing their dreams. This Daohua Village, no matter which step it takes, is a pity. ”

Li Shuishan listened in a daze, the two were talking, why didn't he have a little impression, but his steps were not slow, he didn't say anything as he spoke, his eyes fell on the blue-robed young man, and he asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Didn't you understand?"

In the distance, the mountains and seas rise in a sea of clouds, and a mountain falls into the eye, and it is written that Taihua Mountain.

This mountain body is like a knife and axe to split the same, it is square, five thousand blades high, the range is wide and ten miles longitudinal and horizontal, even birds and other demon beasts seem to be unable to live and stay on it, although the mountain does not look very deep, but it is full of thick blood.

They walked out of the land of smoke and willows, and the sound of shards collided behind them, and they flew out violently, as if they were going to strangle the three people, and the face of the dry cicada Daoist moved slightly, and he raised his sleeves and flicked them, and a small piece of debris appeared behind them, and they collided back.

"This place is the eighth layer interface, the aura is thick but with a sharp aura, it is easy to form fragments, the range encountered this time is small, if it is more complicated, I am afraid that I will be slightly injured. ”

The three of them flew up the mountain, when they landed, the smell of blood rushed to the nose, the rotten bamboo feet touched the ground, a few inches next to a marble suddenly fell, fell down the valley, knock knock reverberation, the eighth time, suddenly changed the sound, dull color, as if touching a soft object.

Li Shuishan looked around,

Just as he was about to start, a whining cloud rose from the bottom of the mountain, and a red eye opened, and a leisurely voice sounded, "Intruder, report your name." ”

With a slight stir of his fingers, the dry cicada Taoist spread out the clouds and mist in front of him, pushing them to both sides, and saw clearly the appearance of the talking thing, it was a big snake, with six legs and four wings, it slowly leaned down, and the water vapor of the soil and the clouds and mist in the mountains were sucked away.

This dry breath made it extremely difficult for Li Shuishan to adapt, and he coughed dryly.

"Fatty, have you forgotten me?" said the Dry Cicada Daoist with a smile.

The big snake lowered its head, its cold eyes fell on its young face, and was about to shake its head, but it was suddenly startled, as if it remembered something, but still said: "You are very familiar, but I don't know who it is, is it the reincarnation of an adult?"

The dry cicada Taoist gently patted his abdomen, making a slight sound, and the echoing cicada sound slowly melted into the air.

Fat Yu said gloomily: "It turned out to be you old guy, I didn't expect you to be dead." Haha, you must know that even if you change your body, when the catastrophe comes, the first batch of monks killed will have your existence. ”

The dry cicada Taoist touched his abdomen, stopped the sound of the cicada, and said interestingly: "If I give him a chance, it can't kill us, but it can kill me a second time?"

Fat Yi has heard this kind of big talk many times, and someone told it decades later, but he was also happy, and said softly: "What are you doing here?

"That's right," the dry cicada Taoist nodded, and said, "I need you to send us through the first mountain group, the eighth layer is your snake dragon's territory, if I walk alone, I will definitely cause a lot of trouble, with your help, I can do it." ”

Feiyi shook his head and said, "I won't send you there, now that the eighth-layer catastrophe is about to start, I need to guard this exit to prevent accidents." Besides, which monster in the eighth layer of your strength doesn't know? You haven't sold it yet, and you're scared of their snake gall, so let's go. ”

I didn't expect it to be so uninteresting, Li Shuishan's eyes fell on its wings, he couldn't say anything, after all, he was just a nobody now, and walking up to the tenth floor was the call of his fate, but the stronger obsession was the dry cicada Taoist, so fortunately, someone opened the way for him in front.

The dry cicada Taoist talked to him for a long time, too

Just helplessly asked for a leaf that turned into a boat, the three of them sat on the leaf and slowly floated away, the top of the boat had its feathers shed, the dry breath accompanied by more than ten miles, looking back, the mountain I saw just now was still so big.

This is a bit unbearable for the Dry Cicada Dao people, the speed is too slow, so it pinched the trick and searched for some broken memories on its body, there is a triggering technique in it, which can burst out for a few hours, and if it is transformed into a small boat, it can be supported by the formation.

Therefore, after the formation was built, the three of them took out the spirit stones that removed the number and threw some small spirit stones into the formation to stir, the wonderful thing is that after the formation was rotated, the required spiritual energy could be slowly extracted from the air, but when passing through a few hills, the spiritual energy was lacking, and the speed was as slow as ants, and they could only slide with their hands as oars, which looked extremely funny.

Fortunately, Li Shuishan has a fan, which can swing water, and the power that needs to be borrowed is not very much, and when the night falls, he arrives next to an island ten miles wide, where there are dead animal bones, which leave a fishy smell after drying.

The three of them got off the boat, pulled ashore, and lit a fire, the first mountain range, more than a thousand miles, the second mountain range fell into darkness all the year round, there was a cave, you can see your old appearance, but also aroused Li Shuishan's interest.

On the eighth floor, there are three pieces, divided into south, middle and north, and the place where they run is the north.

In the northern contact place, there was the birthplace of the infant spirit young race, a plain, emitting pure multicolored light, with a pair of hands dangling in the air, and her mother was also killed by that force, but the body did not decompose.

Hearing this, the Dry Cicada Daoist said, it had a slight guess in his heart, the Infant Spirit Young Clan was afraid that he had entered the fourth layer and was buried in the suppression ground of the corpses, and he had escaped everything by luck, but he didn't look very strong, but the Dry Cicada Daoist shook his head and continued to tell him that the breath of the Infant Spirit Young Clan was changeable, because it was the condensed body of the power of the eighth layer, and the power represented was related to the strength of the eighth layer.

And the strength of the eighth layer, that is, the mother and the titular father who will give birth to him.

Li Shuishan was very puzzled, and the nominal father?

The Dry Cicada Daoist explained to him, this father is the Lord of the Eighth Layer, and he is also the borrower of power, the Dao number Feifeng.