The four gourds showed round eyes and extremely sad eyes, Li Shuishan didn't care about it at all, directly opened the four gourds, and said: "Senior, I'll send a soul in, you can help me take care of it." ”

There was a sound of vicissitudes of response from inside, and Li Shuishan threw him inside, sealed the lid, clicked on the technique of shrinking and shutting down, put it on his waist, and did not say a word to the four gourds.

At this time, the sky was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and the rotten bamboo in the back threw the robe in his hand into the air, sat down cross-legged, and said luckily: "Wake up in a dream, rice flowers fall rain, three scrolls." ”

He gently pinched the trick, a trick for the book, gently turned the pages in the air, and the night was full of rain and crackling, and it burned directly, and there were hundreds of pages behind, which could last for half an hour.

"Brother Li, do you have a choice, do you want to go or stay?"

Li Shuishan didn't know whether to leave or not, looking at the amazing aura, he chose to sit down cross-legged, the monk wearing the Fuzi Taoist robe looked at him with confused eyes, as if he was very disdainful of the young man in front of him, but he was a little sympathetic, so he opened his mouth and told him, "You provoked the ghost saint, he has three doppelgangers, each of which has extraordinary cultivation." If you don't flee from this mountain quickly, if it comes, you will surely die. ”

Li Shuishan smiled at his kindness and nodded, "Thank you for your advice, if it kills me, it must be measured." ”

The monk in the robe of Fu Zi rode away on a ghost dragon with a wailing voice, knocking down a vague barrier dozens of miles away, he touched his head, cursed loudly, and when the pain subsided, he reached out his arm as if tearing a piece of paper, making a rustling sound, and when he left, he looked back at the poor boy and the young man who was following with dementia.

Half an hour was approaching, there were not many pages left in the scroll, the rotten bamboo lightly grabbed, the robe on his body emitted a dazzling blue light, he got up and waved it lightly, and muttered: "Two volumes, one hundred falls." ”

After the book burned out, a thicker scroll appeared, he sat cross-legged, felt the killing machine of the falling rain, closed his eyes, Li Shuishan's eyes were blood-red, like crawling out of the abyss, the meridians of the human body floated, and after half an hour, the sky was a lot darker, like black smoke blowing in front of him.

Li Shuishan said softly: "The target of the ghost saint is me, and if you want to take away my soul and body, how easy is it?" Brother Rotten Bamboo, you pay attention to protect yourself, don't hide the magic and magic weapons anymore, the road to the tenth layer is already difficult, this ghost mountain even some old monsters outside the mountain have changed their faces greatly, and we will face it at a young age."

There's some blood in my heart!"

Rotten Bamboo smiled slightly, "Brother Li and I have a similar heart, I now pinch the thing that protects my life and transmits the message, if I die, the elders of the sect will also come to collect the body for me and help me take revenge." I don't think the Ghost Saint wants to have another opponent of the hidden sect, right?"

Li Shuishan laughed, the rotten bamboo lightly took a jade plate, there was a five-whiskered dragon pattern on it, and a withered yellow wooden staff, pinched it in the palm of its hand, a flying crane appeared, there was a dragon shadow behind the flying crane, it looked at the young man who had just opened his eyes, around his arm, emitting a dragon groan that echoed like water lines.

The crane soared out and slammed into the void, letting out a loud crane chirping.

The murderous aura of the sky was overwhelmingly suppressed, and a pair of vicissitudes of life looked down, these eyes were yellow, one was blood-blue, and the dense wrinkles were unfolded like torn cracks, the bridge of the nose under the eyes collapsed, the wheezing revealed the wind, and the teeth appeared after a dozen breaths, which was very slow, so slow that Li Shuishan didn't want to wait longer.

Rotten Bamboo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up, "This is the powerhouse of the mortal realm?"

The world calls mortals the extreme, such as mortals looking at immortals, but in the eyes of the two of them, it is not so terrifying, what really makes them doubt is that the other doppelganger behind the doppelganger will come? And the body of the ghost saint, is it infinitely close to the extreme of the mortal realm? Have you seen the sky empty, and seen everything that countless monks want to see?

The soul of Li Shuishan, the blue sky with azure eyes like the fragrance of birds and flowers, flawless, yearning, all the calamities he saw were only revealed in front of his eyes after the first isolation of the dry cicada Dao people, proving that he could see all this, but he couldn't touch it with his own hands.

This feeling of unattainable made him sad and made him think of everything he had forgotten, but he always felt that he remembered, remembered the happiness and leisure of Taiping Town, and remembered the surprise and unwillingness he had traveled along the way......

The Dry Cicada Daoist was preoccupied with controlling Li Shuishan's body, as if he was looking for a way to retreat.

When a strange face was condensed by the black mist, the mountains were white, and the sun was covered like black clouds above, and the oppressive breath squeezed the earth, and a sound that penetrated the heavens and the earth came.

"There is a catastrophe in fate, I will take your soul, crush your body, and cast your stubborn spirit, and I will ascend to the sky and become a ghost at the first sight of the sky, a famous mountain ghost and a saint!"

The eyes of the ghost saint clone were cold, and a curved huge finger condensed, falling gently, and the headwind that traveled in the air was enough to strangle countless hearts

Realm Monk, apparently, slowed down as its fingers approached.

The wind of reversal fell on the top of the two people's heads, and Rotten Bamboo raised a few scrolls in his hand, and said in his mouth: "Three scrolls, wake up." ”

As soon as the third book came out, the surrounding area of a few zhang exuded the fragrance of the book, and a strength that was infinitely close to the peak of the Daohua Realm floated out, although there was only a trace of it, but there was so much majesty that completely resisted the headwind of the fingers.

Everything was still too contemptuous, the second unburned scroll collapsed, the third book crumpled up, the book thread exploded, and the paper was scattered on the chest of the rotten bamboo, and the spell was printed.

Rotten bamboo stepped on his feet, and with a wave of his sleeve, the power of the three books poured forward, surging above Li Shuishan's head, coupled with the erosion of the rain, the meaning of the colorful headwind became more urgent, as if looking for a breakthrough for catharsis.

Indifferent, the average boy who hasn't woken up is just right.

But the collision of the two forces did not hurt him in the slightest, only touched a few strands of his long hair, and the clear and fluttering flew up, and the wet wind and rain on the blue robe caused a little bit of sliding bitterness, slowly flowing and falling, as if thinking, but the eyes did not touch anything.

When the power of the third volume of the book was penetrated, Li Shuishan raised his eyebrows suddenly, and with a wave of his right hand, the silkworm branch and leaf appeared in front of him, and the devouring intent exploded, directly biting off a small half of the power like a wolf's mouth, and then twisting into two seemingly weak whirlpools in the rear, the appearance of these two whirlpools was different from the whirlpool in the sky, revealing a green withered yellow, constantly absorbing and squeezing.

The evil murderous aura in the wind twisted into a rope and flowed around the rotating branches and leaves of the silkworm, but no matter how much it resisted, it could not survive the magic weapon that belonged to the ancients.

The origin of the silkworm branches and leaves is not small, but as the years pass, more monks have never heard of it, and they don't even have a few decent magic weapons in their hands.

The magic weapon is divided into upper, middle and lower, as for the remnants left in ancient times, it naturally exceeds these three levels, it is another thing, the stronger the cultivation, the higher the power of the magic weapon, but as time goes by, wear and tear and the drag of the years, the power of the magic weapon may be greatly reduced.

Li Shuishan patted lightly and transferred all the killing power into it, but only to find that this power was far beyond his imagination, a trace of wind swept into his fingers, and a bloody mouth was blown, he frowned and held it, but the wound was filled with a corrosive and festering breath.