In today's years, it seems that there are loopholes, at least everything in the mountains and seas has begun to become anxious.

Rotten Bamboo was a little tired from meditating for a few days, and he always wanted to go out to find a little joy, even if it was a dangerous trial, it was okay, but he was thinking more about the paper crane that was sent back to the First Cultivation Sect. If you fly for more than ten days, it doesn't hurt, but I'm afraid that a strong person will notice it halfway, and I can't rule out that I intercept it because of curiosity.

The dragon shadow left behind is getting weaker and weaker, and it will also face the situation of leaving, and the rotten bamboo in front of it is not reluctant, it is even more reluctant.

Waiting for his sect to find out, maybe it was really a long process, he believed that there must be a few monks in the east, west, north and south sects who stayed in the mountains and seas, after all, the mountains and seas are a famous territory that retains a lot of opportunities.

The dangers also deter many timid monks.

Rotten bamboo often looked at Zangyun with interest, and he also listened to some of what Li Shuishan said to her, curious about such a teacher-disciple relationship, who could become that young man's master?

Zangyun looked into the distance with a flat face, what she was entangled in her heart was still some of the words that the young man said to her, whether it was true? If one day they faced the truth, would they be very embarrassed?

At this moment, a figure flew in from a distance, and a face appeared, it was the young man they were waiting for.

Li Shuishan took a cold shower and felt very comfortable, and the whole person was a lot whiter and tenderer, perhaps because of the improvement of his realm, there was a feeling of getting rid of dust on his body, so that the first glance at his Zangyun sleeves did not dare to look at it.

Rotten Bamboo laughed, wanting to raise his fist and hammer him, but he didn't dare.

Shan Quan Old Ancestor snorted lightly, turned his head, crossed his legs in two days, and said, "You're back?"

Li Shuishan hugged his fists and said, "I'm back." ”

"Yes, I'm a little curious about what you're looking for, but you don't have to show it to me, I know what it is. ”

Shan Quan Ancestor sighed lightly, the dry cicada Taoist lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strong coercion, rolling up the dust on the ground slowly receded, the trees on the mountain swayed, he raised his arm to support his body, and showed a smile.

This feeling, Li Shuishan can feel, it is a cultivation that belongs to the state of mind, but there is a sense of transcendence, and the sword marks in the center of his eyebrows emit a cold light, as if he does not accept this kind of ridicule.

"Congratulations. Li Shuishan congratulated, he looked at the young man in front of him whose skin was becoming more and more tender, if he looked at it from behind, he thought it was a woman, but when he looked at his face, he could see the original appearance of the dry cicada Daoist, who was getting old.

"I also want to congratulate you, you have successfully stepped into the state of mind, and you can be regarded as able to survive in the mountains and seas. ”

This is a bit hurtful, if you put this realm out, in a small sect, you can be regarded as an inner disciple, you must know that the current Li Shuishan is only twenty years old, and when he walks out of the mountains and seas in a blink of an eye, he is afraid that he will become a man who stands up to the sky.

Being young is really a bragging capital, but the Shanquan Ancestor in front of him is uncomfortable to listen to.

Zangyun lowered his sleeves and looked at Li Shuishan, and at this moment, Li Shuishan walked to her side, this scene was slightly embarrassing, "I need your blue robe to wear." ”

She was a little puzzled, but she gently took off her robe and handed it to Li Shuishan's hand, he immediately put it on, closed his eyes and opened it suddenly.

He found that the small formation in this blue robe was the same as his own, he gently raised his finger and pointed on it, and the breath of his whole body diffused into it little by little, and a small soul swam from the blue robe, extremely happy.

Zangyun knew that the young man in front of him was somewhat familiar with him, but he didn't expect that the treasure given by his master turned out to be a Taoist robe, and when he left, he also said that if there was any difficulty in the future, he could open it.

Is this the time of tribulation?

A faint coercion erupted, squeezing the blue robe and rushing over, Li Shuishan grabbed it with his hand, smiled slightly, sent it back, and said, "Dao, if nothing else, Shizun will be the first to find you." You can meet him. ”

Zangyun was a little happy in his heart, but after putting on the blue robe, he was a little disappointed.

Shan Quan Ancestor waved his sleeves and got up and said, "You guys hurry up, I'll show you a direction, go from there, as for whether you can go to the eighth floor, it's all up to your luck." ”

"Eighth floor?" Li Shuishan muttered.

He raised his finger and pointed at the lake, and a layer of spray swept away, which was where the ghost mountain was.

But at this moment, a big hand appeared out of thin air, patted it gently, and directly knocked down the waves, and a sinister laugh came out, "You can't figure out the way out, and you all have to die on the day of the catastrophe." ”

Shan Quan Ancestor took a few steps back and said lightly: "The place where the wind blows is the direction you want to go." ”

Li Shuishan felt quietly, spread his long hair, and floated in the direction of the left hand, he stepped away, and said, "Take care." ”

After the rotten bamboo clenched his fists, he rolled up his robe and flew up.

The dry cicada Taoist exhaled, got up and twisted his neck, and followed suit, but his farewell words were particularly interesting, but he twisted his big butt and laughed and walked away.

Far away in the misty fog of the fourth layer, the collapsed ground was full of corpses, the water in the river had turned bloody, and it had rained heavily in the originally silent realm, and no less than two hundred monks had gathered in the rain, some of them had calm faces, some cold, some angry, most of them seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with the environment here.

In the mist, there was a huge magic circle turning, a woman in a black robe, veiled, with a scabbard hanging from her waist, stepped out, and several women behind her also walked out, there was a faint bloody aura on her body, as if she had just killed someone not long ago, and after the woman walked out, there were more than a dozen men in black robes, holding black iron knives and squinting and flying out.

"Sit down the disciple at the Taoist Gate of the Lower Ink Mountain, a native of Chunxiu Mountain. ”

"Sit down the disciple at the Taoist Gate of the Lower Ink Mountain, the disciple of Luanfeng. ”

"Sit down as a disciple at the Taoist Gate of Xia Ink Mountain, and the water is wonderful. ”

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In the distance, many disciples of the sect had already arrived, and they were looking for a place to sit cross-legged with great momentum, and when they saw the disciples of the Ink Mountain Taoist Gate who came out of the formation, they were talking about it.

There was an old man in a white-brown robe holding a good evil light sword, sitting in front of many disciples of his sect, at this time a middle-aged man flew from the back of the team, there were two eyes on his eyebrows, when he walked over, he suddenly opened, illuminated out, and after looking at it for a while, he closed his eyes and sat next to the white-brown old man.

"The disciples of the Ink Mountain Taoist Gate still have some skills, although there are only three or four monks in the state of mind, each of them is murderous, and they have tempered a lot. ”

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The old man in the white-brown Taoist robe nodded, touched his beard and said: "Brother Yang Dao is right, Ink Mountain is a good place in Jiangzhou, and there were many saints who climbed this mountain to look for immortals, but unfortunately they all returned empty-handed. Part of the aura of cultivation is condensed on the top of the mountain, and I have been against Yang Lun, a Pingzhang person, and my strength is definitely not weak. But these disciples are the great elders of their sect, and Mo Tingzi is in charge of it himself. ”

The man with the eyes in his eyebrows said lightly: "He is actually in charge personally, no wonder his three disciples came first, I'm afraid that in a few days, he himself will come." ”

At this time, there was a person who stepped on a flying sword and flew over, this person was dressed in white, carrying a sword box behind him, and his whole body was full of sword qi that soared into the sky, directly swinging away the cloud qi in front of him, and the disciples of other sects sitting on the side were unstable, so they were pushed back half a step.

He was unrestrained, with long hair fluttering on the top of his head, looking for a disciple of his own sect.

The old man in Taoist clothes sighed: "The guy commonly known as the Sword Beard is here, don't look at his bad temper and always forgetful, he is the great elder of the Sword Transformation Sect." ”

"This person has an extraordinary aura. ”

The disciples of the Ink Mountain Taoist Gate found a remote place to sit down and began to meditate on their luck, because they didn't know what kind of situation they would encounter in a few days, and they still had undried blood stains on their bodies after they had just undergone the trial, and if they were in a hurry, they were afraid that the risk would increase greatly.

There was no darkness in the sky, but there was a foggy state, so some of the strong people here decided to use some secret techniques to seal the light in the sky and create a dark night, so that they could exert their strength now that they were already in danger, and the rest of the journey would depend on them.

Some of these monks were teleported from the sect, and a small part stayed in the mountains and seas, and after a long time, they waited for the time to open the formation, and then rushed here.

This is the fourth layer of the mirrored mountains and seas, and it is also the quietest layer, even if the ground here has collapsed, there is not a single bird flying in the sky, all that remains is colorful and dark night, and fog.

At the other end, the nine-headed Xiangliu guard was in the colorful realm, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the night, remembered something, and let out a painful wail.

"Xuanlin Sect, the first batch of monks has arrived, a total of sixty-seven. ”

"Beacon Fire Sect, the first batch of monks has arrived, a total of sixty-three. ”

"The first batch of monks from the Partial Wind Sect has arrived. Eighty-two in total. ”

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Many sects began to emerge, they wore different colors of robes, young and old, and then looked forward, in the mountains and seas, there was a sense of turbulence, their next goal was to go up to the fifth floor, and some wanted to go to the legendary tenth layer.

But they also have a more important mission, which is to resist the outbreak of demons and ghosts.

This is also a difficult decision made by the old madman who is still on the way, because he is one of the important figures in Zhufeng's suppression of the changes in the mountains and seas.

At this time, the old madman, his eyes were red, his eyes were red with an iron sword, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he roared, "Get out of here!"

In front of him, there were wild ghosts, and a group of red demons, frantically rushing towards the old madman, tearing his robe, and the red sword light rushed into the sky, and the rain fell on the ground, wetting his half-white hair.