Rotten bamboo was pulled back by a roar, the scarecrow's black sword slashed across the sea ice, cutting off the head of a water demon, and the bloated monk in the distance, he suddenly frantically tore the boat, his eyes were like hungry wolves, and the dry cicada Taoist looked stunned, and pushed him out of the formation, for fear that he would eat the dead monk of the Yixiu Sect.

The steel fork fell on the surface of the water, was held in the hand of the deep sea messenger, floated forward a few steps, the ice on the sea surface spat out from the sea monster's mouth, and slammed the ice around him, and when it fell, it froze the way back of Rotten Bamboo and Li Shuishan.

"I want the mountain in your hands. The messenger of the deep sea stepped out from under the sea monster, jumped up on the ice, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the water demon behind it exploded by itself, and the blood mist condensed in the air, and it grabbed it in the palm of his hand with one hand, as if he was casting some kind of spell.

A cloud of blood appeared in the sky behind him, Li Shuishan had a strong sense of crisis, and the dry cicada Daoist stared at him even more, raising his hand and slapping his chest without saying a word, as if he wanted to shoot blood.

"This is the blood cloud, it turns out that this power is from the deep sea, and he wants to ask it to kill us. Flee quickly!" A cicada sound sprouted in the chest of the dry cicada Daoist, and it slightly turned into a sound wave to infect the casting of its spell.

To be honest, he also has a strong sense of crisis now, and if the blood cloud detects him, those eyes will definitely come.

The last time that power was killed, the mountains and seas inside and outside were boiling, this was the second greatest power after the power of the sword of the mountain pioneer, although he couldn't find out where this power came from, but it was better to be careful!

The sea monster raised its thick arm, smashed open the ice, and moved its body, and the person it aimed at was Li Shuishan.

After Li Shuishan raised his head, there was a stronger sense of crisis in his heart, he exhaled and smeared the sword of the reverse scale boy with his own blood, stabbed the iceberg rising behind him, and the whole person fled out, and the rotten bamboo chose to go straight to the sky, this flight was forty or fifty zhang, but he found that the iceberg that was smashed out was still the same size, he wiped his eyes, and was a little suspicious of his situation.

The sea monster hammered the ice again, and the iceberg that rose over there broke through the sky, and Rotten Bamboo had to hold his breath and click a few times on himself, muttering, "Fight,"

He took out another red treasure from the storage bag, swallowed it in one gulp, his whole body exuded a wave of heat, and the whole person crashed directly into the iceberg.

Seeing this, the Dry Cicada Daoist in the distance gritted his teeth and scolded: "Lao Tzu has been frank all his life, and it is not easy to kill a bed bug like you at the peak of cultivation. Today, we have fallen into such a situation, thanks to the deep sea, if you want to stop us from going up to the tenth floor, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

He sat down cross-legged, condensed the qi and blood of his whole body, walked around the dantian, and pressed his palm to the surface of the boat, forming a storm.

The bloated monk seems

Fascinated, before he reached the side of the boat, he was slapped on the ice by the wind, and his head was directly stuck in the ice, as if he wanted to calm down.

"The chirping of the cicadas was originally due to a great drought, but because we were in the cold wind and ice sea. I take the ice surface as a guide, and when it is broken, the cicada sound kills the sea monster and the water demon, drives away the cold year, and I take the lead in the years of the cicada Taoist. ”

The green tendons of the palm that touched the ice surface burst out, as if this young man's body could not support such a spell, but the dry cicada Daoist had already prepared in his heart, and the ice surface next to the boat began to shatter, and the sound of the cicada was transmitted quickly, rushing through the iceberg, rushing through the sea, and rushing through the sky, its target was not a dead thing, but a living soul!

The bloated monk fell into the water, but it didn't take a few breaths for him to float and snore.

But the sea monster had bulging eyes, covered his ears with his hands, swayed from side to side, fell with a thud, and churned in the water.

The envoy of the deep sea seemed to be immune to the sound of dry cicadas, and pursued Li Shuishan desperately.

Li Shuishan flew up in the moment the mountain collapsed, the sword body of the reverse scale boy in his hand was hot, he took out the sword scabbard and gently wiped it on the edge of the sword, there was a restless breath inside, and he wanted to come out to kill the enemy, he gritted his teeth and poked it with his fingers.

The gas in the scabbard was like a deflated ball, lifting Li Shuishan's hand holding the sword and heading straight into the distance, but Li Shuishan couldn't stop and flew after it.

There is a dragon in the air, and when it comes out, it is manic, and the dragon shadow causes the sky to tremble, and the people who are shocked by the dry cicada Dao move their eyebrows slightly.

The spell cast by the Deep Sea Messenger pushed forward, and it directly carried the dragon chant with its body, and its whole body trembled, but it still pursued Li Shuishan.

This kind of persistence, Li Shuishan is the first time to see it, and the killing intent he feels is getting stronger and stronger, and he can clearly understand that this killing intent comes from the deep sea envoy who casts a spell in front of him, but he just doesn't know why he is chasing him? Could it really be because of the dead man's mountain that he took out?

Li Shuishan turned sideways and flew to the left, the breath of the scabbard disappeared, he reached out and grabbed it, put it into the reverse scale boy sword, exhaled a breath and then exhaled sharply, and said, "What do you want?"

The Deep Sea Emissary seemed to be a puppet, and the voice of the dry cicada was even thicker from the body of the Dry Cicada Daoist, and the sea monster fell and never got up again, but the Deep Sea Emissary, the demon like the walking corpse, felt no pain.

After the Dry Cicada Daoist stopped casting, his face turned pale, and it was really difficult to perform such a spell on this body for the first time, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

He saw that Li Shuishan was being chased by the deep-sea envoy, he stood up, because his body was too sore and tired, so he had to sit down, he exhaled, "No." ”

"I'm going to get up, he can't die!" he gritted his teeth and stood up again

Come, before he got out of the boat, he sat down again.

Under the broken ice beside the boat, there was a figure soaring up, holding four or five spiritual weapons in his hands, and even surrounded by countless runes and runes, and a green gem in the center of his eyebrows emitted a faint light, and the breath of his whole body rose to the sky, shouting loudly: "Lao Tzu fights! You demons dare to beat the idea of my treasure, see if I don't kill you!"

The scarecrow was trapped in the iceberg with the rotten bamboo just now, and when a young figure rushed out and was about to reach the boat, it turned around and killed again, this time it was even more intense, as if it saw that the person it wanted to protect until death was being hunted down.

Flames began to burn from its chest, and the black sword in its hand erupted with endless murderous aura, and in its setting, there was a hidden technique that could not be used by the last one, which was self-immolation.

The moment Li Shuishan turned around, a flash of fire rushed towards the Deep Sea Messenger, and then, the sound of the explosion swept away him.

The scarecrow disappeared into the air.

But the moment Li Shuishan got up, there was a strong murderous intent falling, he saw a pair of eyes floating, with disdain, with murderous aura, as if his presence angered those eyes, as if to tell him, you should be damned! Why did you appear Shanhai?

Li Shuishan was a little sad, looking at the vanished sky, the angry bloated monk knelt down in the air and cried, he beat his chest frantically, "Why? Why? Why did it die?

He got up and searched for the remnants of the scarecrow, but found nothing.

Li Shuishan was not frightened when he saw those eyes, but the murderous intent penetrated into his body, tormenting him repeatedly, and it would disappear after a while, he was like a child who had lost his soul, staying in the original space.

The scarecrow is gone. It didn't expect a scarecrow to be so desperate, and its heart was extremely sour.

"There have been a few times in my life when a dead thing can be ignited like this, and I want to meet the person who created it. The dry cicada Taoist sighed.

In fact, Li Shuishan still knows a little about the scarecrow, when a scarecrow falls into the boat after being lit from the peaks, it is given a special mission, although I don't know who made it by hand, and has such a strong spirituality, but also witnessed generations of monks down the mountain and the sea to see death as home.

How many times can he live without hesitation? I am afraid that he himself will not be able to do it without relenting himself, how can he bear the hope of so many people.

The mountains, seas, joys, sorrows, and sorrows he saw were all in his eyes, and all kinds of figures walked through like miniatures, he was like some painters who pursued fame and fortune, after raising his hand and putting down the pen, but they were all walking through the form and not in God.

What is there after the sun and the moon?