"Feifeng is arrogant, his hands can fight the sky, and when the blood falls, it is the moment when he raises his leg and punches. ”

"He likes to wear white clothes out of the mountain, after killing people and demons, dye red clothes, sit in the pure moon lake and soak, the fish in the water are dyed red with the idea of eating people, and the mountains and fields on the back have become bloody. Because he is a remnant of the semi-ancient cultivator, he has experienced several battles between mountains and seas, and has seen the annihilation of mountains and seas with half eyes, and then reshaped, fascinated, and has a strange personality, so the monks in the mountains and seas are called Strange Cultivator Feifeng. ”

"It's a pity that his mysterious power was killed on the spot, the whole head was crushed, dozens of feet of body collapsed, and the whole person's soul disappeared in the night, I guess he was the same as me, fell into the blood cloud, but not as good luck as me, the pair of eyes I have ever seen are the most evil. ”

"At that time, I was still hovering in the distance, my back was cold, and a gaze fell on me, and my whole body could not help but tremble, it seemed to see through everything about me, saw my memories and thoughts, all my things, all my things were exposed to his eyes. This is the evil eye I have never seen in my life, and I don't know who this eye belongs to, or whose magic weapon it is. ”

Saying this, his eyes sank, and he picked up a burning wood and rolled up the unburned smoke. The smoke fell on the tips of its fingers and flicked into the air, outlining a pair of eyes, the pupils could not see the color, but opened like a filament, and it sighed: "It can't be imitated." ”

Li Shuishan closed his eyes and rested, he didn't expect the Lord of the Eighth Layer to die so miserably.

The firewood gradually dimmed, the sky gradually brightened, the three of them stepped up again, the water boat entered a place full of spiritual energy, the speed increased very fast, there was a high-pitched birdsong in the distance, there was a red bird erected tail, the eyes were black and red, the tip of the beak was smooth, as if calling for something.

"The Ghost Bird, the Ghost Bird, is an illusory body, when it was born, it was blind, its body rotted, and the soul it left behind merged into the Red Mountain, used to summon its ancestors, and the fate of generations is to summon, and now I see it for the third time, and I still haven't found my ancestors. ”

"Then is he really looking for it, why don't he fly?" Li Shuishan asked.

The dry cicada Taoist said sadly: "Its wings are buried in the ground, it can't leave ten zhang, its ancestors have long been wiped out, it's just looking for its own thoughts! To tell the truth, it has found its ancestors, and it has something to take home with it, but how many demons who have died here can go home?"

Li Shuishan was silent, it looked at it a few times, but it didn't dare to look more, watching the boat speed up and pass through the canyon where he spread its wings, and from time to time stones fell on both banks, echoing with a bang.

"Beast, what are you wailing about?" the dry cicada Daoist shouted upward, extremely angry, but Li Shuishan raised his hand to stop it, stepped on the hull and flew up, this canyon is not wide, and it is easy to fly up.

After settling down, he saw the appearance of the bird clearly, the whole body was illusory, there were deep and shallow scars, and the already thin claws were tightly pressed against two straw ropes like shackles, "What do you want?"

Li Shuishan looked at it indifferently, like an unintentional word from a passerby, but it couldn't speak, raised its paw and wrote on the ground

Three words, looking for my ancestors.

Seeing three twisted characters, he asked, "Your ancestors are dead, come home soon." As soon as it was about to leave, its claws clawed at the ground, leaving a vertical length, and then let out a loud roar, as if dissatisfied.

Li Shuishan turned his head and asked, "If you have anything else to say, just write it down, otherwise I will leave, and I don't want to hear your hiss in the future." ”

It opened its mouth, revealing terrifying and hideous movements, as if it was scary, and as if it was about to swallow Li Shuishan.

"Inch by inch. Li Shuishan turned away, raised his hands slightly, jumped down the valley, and landed on the boat.

"Look at your face, the result must be bad. No amount of persuasion is useless, let it be!"

Li Shuishan sat down and took a breath, "Dead souls, I'm afraid they will never be reconciled, and when the catastrophe comes, I'm afraid they will be able to break free from the shackles and participate in the battle." ”

Gan Cicada Daoist said: "It makes sense, after all, you are unwilling, the dead resentment will only end when it is completely extinguished, time will consume the memories of mortals, but their hatred will deepen, and you are not the one who Shi Jia blamed them, you don't have to think about it anymore." ”

This matter is revealed, even the disciples of the ancient sect have not experienced it, standing at the mouth of the secluded passage of the canyon and looking out, a wide area, if you look inside, he will be confused, he wants to go home, just like a wanderer, but thinking that the one who has passed the most difficult training is the winner, he doesn't want to return to the sect to be looked down upon by others, and he doesn't want his master to lose his dignity.

When he was in the condensation realm of cultivation, he found that his talent was not as good as others, but the master didn't know what he liked about him, so he told him the truth in the middle of the night, and after he went back, he couldn't sleep on his side, and he couldn't figure it out, so he washed his face and began to read at night.

It also made him use his efforts to resist the phenomenon of talent later, but unfortunately, talent can really crush most of his efforts, but he has no choice but to go head-on.

In fact, what he didn't understand was why he was so stupid? This stupidity was not the brain, but the choice, and one day he finally understood the meaning of the great truth that the master told him every night. What is said over and over again, that is, choice, you have to have your own choice of cultivation direction, it's not that what the master asks you to do, you do it, so what's the difference between you and a useless wooden person?

Three provinces of my body.

He chose to go out of the sect, his eyes were full of tears, like a naughty boy bidding farewell to a warm home, wherever he went, he would read a few words said by the master, he never thought that the monks he saw were extremely serious, and there were few people with smiling faces, their eyes were resolute and vigilant, and the air was filled with a depressed atmosphere, which made him difficult to accept, and the follow-up of the experience was to leave the warm home and find himself.

There is a trace of impulse in Rotten Bamboo's heart, when he crushes the life-saving jade pendant, the sect receives it, and he will come and go immediately, but he will not use a treasure given by the master, if it is used, the master will run thousands of miles, and he will kill people in anger.

His master has always favored his disciples, and even though he is the only disciple, he still has to persevere, even if someone oppresses him to the point that he is indispensable.

"In a few days, we will be between the north and south mountains, and the pace is too slow, we have to think otherwise

Way. Nanmai seems to me to be a imprisoned dragon snake, writhing from side to side, looking very painful, but now, the snakes have been almost killed, leaving behind all the old monsters who don't want to show their faces, but there are some old playthings that are not afraid of being right, and they want to get some treasures from them, but how many can they have?"

There was a monk, with a bloated body, his belly hanging down to the thigh, grinning and grabbing a corpse bone, after opening it, he grabbed the storage bag and put it in his pocket, his pocket had another mystery, in a blink of an eye, he loaded a dozen of them, and then filled a few, his eyes trembled like green smoke, and he raised his fingers and roared: "Dog, you dare to hurt me, your master has been dead for so many years, why don't you quickly erase the essence and blood on the body and turn it into my magic weapon." ”

What he cursed was a hairpin, exuding a slight hazy color, and there were water ripples flowing on the jade, as if it had just been taken out of the landscape, he grabbed it with his fingers, pressed it hard, sniffed it and snorted: "Hehe, this fragrance looks like a treasure inserted in a woman's hair, and there is a lingering fragrance, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance to see the fragrance." But where's the woman's body?"

Looking around, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, women are rare in the mountains and seas, if someone has evil thoughts, then she ...... Thinking of this, she was inexplicably a little sad, held the hosta tightly in the palm of her hand, kissed it and said: "The things left by the little lady, hey, just entrust it to me, you follow me well, and wait for me to find a good family for you." ”

The wind blew across his cheeks, wiped away with tears, and when he saw the three people coming in the distance, he was startled, and raised his finger to point to the road that opened the clouds, "Who are you?"

He seemed surprised, for he hadn't seen any other monk in the place for a long time. A few months ago, there was a small battle, and the scope of the impact was not very large, but hundreds of people died, and he was timid, so he followed behind and kept picking up treasures, for fear that someone would find out, and now that someone is coming, he trembles in his heart, and he is afraid that he will be exposed.

"We're coming from afar, we're going to get through the eighth floor. ”

The bloated monk stammered: "Survive the eighth layer?your ambition is not small, this ninth journey is treacherous, countless Mind Realm monks have died here, I have seen with my own eyes that the Daohua Realm monk has white eyes, spits blood in his mouth, and was killed on the spot, you are so weak, and you can catch up?"

The Dry Cicada Daoist could see that he was timid and didn't have enough knowledge, so he didn't bother with him and said, "You just send us over, is there any way to get there quickly?"

His eyes rolled, as if he was thinking, but he was too embarrassed to say it, so he could only nod, but raised his palm to mean not to say it.

The three of them laughed in their hearts, this person is honest and interesting, but it is a kind of luck that such a mentality can survive in the mountains and seas until now, so the three of them agreed.

He took out a small boat from under his belly, the boat had a white sail, he threw it into the water, it became a big boat, there was a scarecrow with a sword in the bow, Li Shuishan's eyes fell on the boat, he could naturally see that this was Zhufeng's boat, and when they all got on the boat, I don't know what small stones he stuffed, opened the boat, and there was a formation volleying in the air, and when it landed on the hull, it rowed away quickly.

When he finished everything, Li Shuishan spoke: "Where did you come from this boat?"