The eyes of several ghosts went out as if the lights were out, and they let out a heavy breath, and said gloomily: "Your Excellency has some skills, but the matter of cultivation still depends on the will of heaven." How many percent do you think you can beat us in the Ghost Mountain?"

They didn't mean much to kill the young man in front of them, after all, the only purpose of the ghost mothers who were hiding was to kill the general, and they didn't want to offend the murderous young man.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of black smoke rolled up from the back, and the face of a peeling old man was revealed, its hideous expression was full of vigilance, and the inscriptions on its body were full of quaint essays, and the corners of its eyes drooped like wax, and he opened his red mouth and said: "I have no intention of killing people, but you make me too irritable." I don't know who you're sitting down with the wooden kendo man?"

Li Shuishan squinted with flat eyes, and said quite meaningfully: "Ronin, you have no intention of fighting, and the wooden sword is good and bad when you kill the enemy." ”

The old man's face twisted and exhaled, and he stretched out his arm and seemed to clench his fist, "Unintentionally." We retreat, you retreat. People will kill thousands of ghosts for decades, and the roots of the ghost mountain are basically no more fragile than they were before ancient times. The ghost saint struck a blow to the sky, and it was not easy for us to survive. You know that you have violated its meaning when you go into the mountains, and if it is not for the people who will wake up and help you resist, it will surely take your life if it detects it? ”

A few ghosts also mean the same, they all lowered their eyebrows, the smoke in the mountains dissipated, people will be asleep, dry screams without a shadow, I am afraid that there should be this catastrophe in fate, true and false things are fulfilled at this time, and it will say, "The ghost saint has already passed down the meaning, to weaken your soul, refine it into a mystery, and smash your body to make a pill." But it's too late, the mountains are empty, and the ghosts in front of the mountains have long been realized. My generation will also become a funeral product. ”

"Why?" asked Li Shuishan.

"Because the catastrophe of the mountains and seas is coming again, chaos is progress, and silence is death. We and other ghost cultivators must also seek to save ourselves. The old man's face was depressed, and a few more fireworks appeared in the distance, becoming a strange and terrifying ghost, although they had human appearances, but they did not have human bodies, and they all bowed respectfully and looked at each other a few times.

Li Shuishan's face was not good-looking, and the evil qi around his body rose again, which frightened several ghost mothers to widen their eyes, noticed something, and hurriedly said: "Daoist friends should leave as soon as possible, otherwise... Forget it, see you soon. ”

After they left, they hid and took a closer look, Li Shuishan frowned and couldn't see any mystery, and the dry cicada Daoist sitting in the formation was confused, as if there was a force that could stop him, the blood cloud was originally the place where it stored its soul, he survived to this day, and waited for the coming teenager to secretly decide to come out, and now the blood cloud seems to be calling him back to seal him inside.

He naturally didn't agree to look like a villain in the formation, raised his hand and flicked it against the formation, a drop of blood floated out of his fingers, and it dissipated with a bang, his mind was damaged, and he stood in the north of the center after getting up, shedding a cold sweat and said: "A strong man has discovered me, and he has a strong hostility towards me." Those who discover me must have transcended the realm of Taoism. "

He pointed out the blood from his ten little fingers, glanced at it, and raised his hand away, this time, half of it dissipated in an instant, then the sixth, and then the seventh slowed down, and by the eighth time, the force of the squeezing instantly flattened the fresh blood pressure, and then pulled it into a long strip, and finally did not hold on, and still dissipated

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The dry cicada Taoist was a little nervous, got up and changed his position again, and went to a vacant stone slab on the left-hand side, which was next to a crack, he raised his middle finger and wiped it on the crack, and it healed instantly, but the ninth drop of blood exploded, and the tenth fell began to tremble.

"There is only one such strong man in the mountain, and the ghost saint is here. ”

He looked up at the outside of the formation, where he also had an unobstructed view of the outside world through Li Shuishan's soul eye, stood up, went straight to the place where the person was about to fall, raised his hand and sleeve, rolled him up and stepped into the mountain.

Feeling the oppression, the little ghost in the mountain pricked up his ears and made a surrendering sound, and the dry words under the ruins turned into a pool of thick water, and the robes on his body were not completely dispersed, only some dilapidated stone walls of the cave were left, and the treasures on his body had long been stolen by the daring wild ghosts.

There are no ghosts in the mountains who lack the courage and hearts of thieves, they have long been dissatisfied with the existence of the ghost mother, coupled with the increasingly heavy period of change, their barbaric habits are difficult to suppress, and they all want to break out of the mountain and go to the front of the mountain like the ghost saint.

It is not the so-called ghost mountain, but a kind of spiritual detachment, they have completely ripped off some soul-destroying curses in the sealed sky, and there are some laws that can be secretly suppressed for cultivation, these are all shackles of adventurism, obviously they have long disliked this kind of life, those creatures next to the ghost saints have long since come out, but those ghost mothers inherited from ancient times, there are still people who have no chance to cultivate.

Human cultivation was wiped out by the ghost saint in the replacement again and again, and only one person remained.

There are still a few ghost mothers left, but all of them are languishing, their cultivation is dissipated, and even some simple ancient spells are difficult to cast with all their strength, and the aura they absorb is full of a kind of demonic power that can retreat from the spiritual wisdom on the body, and it is really a bit strange that this kind of thing appears in this ghost mountain, but those ghost mothers have long guessed that this is the meaning of the ghost saint, it wants to reshuffle the cards, remove all the ghosts, and then replace them with a new batch of puppets dedicated to it.

Since they are all ghost cultivators, they are all for their own future, for their own everything, they are not reconciled, and they are not willing to become puppets of ghost saints.

They also know that the ghost saint has now encountered a bottleneck, and he can't find the advanced place of cultivation, from the first time he sucked up the ghost qi in the mountain, and then roared bitterly, and the annual rings of the years also left one painful trace after another on his body, making him miserable, and the thought of wanting to die broke out again and again, and he gave up after it clenched his fists.

There is no way out for monks, only to move forward, and the same is true for ghost cultivators.

Everything lost by several ghost mothers is in the hands of the ghost saints, they have not torn their faces in the struggle again and again, and the first person to awaken will definitely be the one they want to kill, because the ghost mountain has rules, if they violate it immediately, they will also suffer backlash, they need a person or ghost who can break the rules, and seal him (it) as a pioneer.

Now they have no sympathy for the death of Gan Chen, but it is a pity for the death of the general, although he killed a lot of ghosts in the mountains, but also left a lot of bloody legends, but fell headlong here, unable to hold up a piece of the sky.

Li Shuishan led the people to skip the broken mountain of ruins, and his eyes scanned below, and looked carefully,

There was a ghost trembling and raising its frightened head to look at the sky, it was holding its head, and the direction it raised and pointing was not the boy, but the existence behind the boy!

All the black gas in the sky is reversed, and the ghosts under the mountain are hiding in the caves below, or the springs that are bubbling one by one, the water flow is not small, it is difficult for them to survive, the leaves are dry, the fruit of the smiling face is shriveled, twisted into a cloud of withered yellow dust, in a trance, there is wind and sand blowing, gradually crazy, more and more huge, until the mountain trembles.

The man in the Fuzi Dao robe riding the ghost dragon was dumbfounded, he pinched his fingers and counted slightly, and said lightly: "What does this old ghost want to do? Is it because I rode his little mount that I got angry? It's not worth it!"

Several ghost mothers watched their robes being blown by the wind, and said to the young man in the vacant place in the distance, "It's here." ”

Li Shuishan stood among the mountains, looking at the fallen mountains, his eyes narrowed.

It is a little difficult for the dry cicada Daoist to control Li Shuishan's body, there is an inexplicable force that keeps squeezing the last drop of blood, if it dissipates, he can only carry all the killing machines alone, fortunately, the tenth drop of blood is the blood in his heart, which was accumulated on the little finger back then, and because it was compressed without use, it became a very amazing power.

If this drop of blood is bulleted into the human body, the monks of the Daohua Realm will lose their bodies and flee with their souls.

He looked down at the shattering ground marks, raised his hand and pressed it, gasping for air, and Li Shuishan's soul moved again, as if he wanted to go out to help him fight, but the dry cicada Taoist refused, and said indifferently: "You look, you will face a more powerful monk than I have met in the future." Since I can fight alone, I think you can too. ”

The dry cicada Taoist roared lightly, squeezed out the sweat on his body, and produced a cicada song to fight against it, Li Shuishan's soul opened a pair of blue eyes, he had a lot of transformation there, plus what he had heard before and what he learned in his heart, he had a deeper understanding, and there was a lot of change in his mentality.

However, in the eyes of the dry cicada Taoist, it is not enough.

A whirlpool appeared in the sky, which was filled with blood, and there was a trace of rain falling down, falling on the mountain, and it corroded, burning the little ghost who was hiding to find out what was going on, Li Shuishan took out a little lotus leaf from his sleeve and looked up slightly.

The rain became heavier and heavier until it became a downpour.

Rotten Bamboo pulled the Taoist robe hidden on his head and walked to Li Shuishan's side, waiting for his choice.

The body of the person melted into blood and dispersed, and a black shadow flew out of it, Li Shuishan flicked his sleeves and slapped out the red, yellow, blue and green four gourds that had shrunk around his waist.

Now as soon as it is released, it begins.

"Damn, how do you close our mouths?" I don't know who I learned from this statement.

"One, two, three, four, we are red, yellow, blue, green, eh, gourd. Hey. ”

Li Shuishan's face was cold, and he said, "Shut up." ”