The place where Li Shuishan walked in was glowing with colorful light, and when the clouds were removed, there was a nine-headed snake body thing that spit out venom, and the venom formed a bitter and foul-smelling swamp, and it was huge enough to eat together in nine mountains, and opened its fangs and roared at the approaching youth.

But after a few breaths, it stepped back sharply, and a blood-colored stone sword was suspended beside the young man, and the young man's eyes were black and white, and he raised his thin arm and pressed it lightly in front of him, twisting a spell, and a blood-colored vortex fell behind it, pulling at the hydra thing, and even tearing off its flesh.

With a miserable scream, he was able to hold up the head of the Nine Sitting Mountains and lowered his head slightly, bowing his head to the approaching young man.

Without saying a word, Li Shuishan directly stepped onto a snake head, suspended the blood-colored stone sword above his head, and said softly: "Do you remember who I am?"

Along the way, countless monks looked at him and couldn't help but be moved, but then frowned and thought about Shaohui, who he didn't know?

Just as they saw the Bloodstone Sword, they remembered a legend.

There is a dead ruler on the fourth floor, who turned into a wandering wandering soul after his death, and died after experiencing reincarnation and continuous awakening, and saw the scenery of the mountains and seas, and was just a passerby.

Whenever he chooses a person to cultivate, he will entrust the will in his heart and manipulate it at all costs, he has only one purpose, that is, to rush up to the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, until the mysterious ten layers, to find his memory.

I don't know if this memory exists, but he often lets out a vague cry in the four floors, and this cry will pass through the head of any monk and will not linger.

Today's teenager has become a humanoid puppet entirely.

Li Shuishan raised his red eyes and looked at the colorful sky, and stepped on it, the breath on his body climbed steadily, breaking through the condensation realm, until the middle of the period, he saw a boy sitting cross-legged on a mountain and river, he smiled slightly and walked down the mountain, standing next to a dilapidated wooden house and calling: "Dye Tong, how are you doing?"

The boy opened his small eyes, and a touch of evil purple floated through his eyes, and he was wearing an earthy robe, and tears flowed, "Master, are you back?"

Li Shuishan's footsteps approached, standing beside him, gently stroking his black hair, and with a gust of sea breeze coming out, the robes of the two of them blow, "I once said that I would do everything possible to come back to see you again, I want to take away the sword spirit of Yidou Mountain, and I also bid farewell to you." Such a goodbye is never seen. ”

Dye the child's tears.

"Don't you have to cry anymore, what did the master tell you that men can cry? Your knees have bowed to me, I am your reborn parents, I am worthy of the lord of the fourth layer in my life, I have cut down the puppet mountain demons, that is, I have repaid my kindness. Your grace is to guard the sword spirit for a hundred years, I don't want you to lose your vitality and leave, don't go back to the mountains and seas. Li Shuishan closed his eyes and said solemnly.

Dye Tong knelt on the ground and bowed three times, and said hoarsely: "Take care, Master, in the future, the apprentice will take you to pass on the mantle for a hundred generations." ”

Li Shuishan opened his eyes and looked at the short boy in the distance, sighed softly, and said to himself: "I know that borrowing your destiny is a mortal situation, life is a gamble, there are no fewer people who place bets, I am afraid that I am the most ferocious one." Little friend, do you know whose face I have embroidered before, which departed founder of the mountain, whose face is similar to ours, but different. ”

"I drew a sword and tried to follow him, but he was swordsman

Shadow kills the sword spirit and buries the natal stone sword. I saw the smile on his face, and I saw his hatred for me. He knew that I shouldn't have robbed him of his resources, and I shouldn't have come to the mountains and seas to look for him. Everything is a puzzle. But there are still countless monks who have stepped here and died. Their souls have been cleaned by spring water again and again, and the subsequent mountains and seas are just a deserted mountains and seas. ”

"The creatures here will all be soulless, and they will be caught in another battle - the death of the mountains and seas. ”

"It's been a long time since I've seen the cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven, the son of the stone wall who diffuses his sanity has turned into an infant spirit, and the memories that should have existed have turned into bubbles, it's really pitiful. I will wish you a great victory, which is my reward for you. ”

He sneered, "Actually, I know that there is a being who can kill me to protect you in secret. I believe that this deal will not be wrong. ”

Li Shuishan looked at the clouds and mist floating in the distance, his palm slapped the mountains and rivers, a light gray shadow struggled to get up, when the blood-colored stone sword around him swirled around the shadow, inhaled it, a blood shadow floated in the sky, and the nine snakes under his feet wailed.

"Xiangliu, if you don't follow me, I will kill you in the present, so that you will die with the fourth layer forever. ”

Xiangliu roared angrily and went straight to a colorful place in the distance.

Li Shuishan sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand and pinched out a mysterious light, and the superimposed clouds behind him were full of murderous aura, and all the figures blocking the way were frightened and retreated, and they were talking about who could ride away the proud Xiangliu? The ghost under the mountain once said that only the dead souls here are condensed into five colors, and when the seven colors appear, there will never be peace. This sentence lingered in the ears of all the thin monks for a long time, and they all stood up and shouted, "Little friend, where are you going?"

Several figures rushed up from the bottom of the mountain and shouted loudly: "Xiaoyou, is Xiangliu under you?"

Li Shuishan was silent.

The figure following behind retreated, and in the colorful land, there was a big bird that spread its wings, and when it waved its wings, the glow fell, revealing its mouth like a snake, Li Shuishan opened his bloody eyes and said softly: "Retreat, otherwise you will kill it." ”

The big bird did not retreat, the wings flew and the rain fell, and the colorful light fell, stabbing Xiangliu's two heads, Li Shuishan's expression was serious, the murderous aura fused in an instant, and the momentum steamed like a broken bamboo, and said coldly: "Since you are looking for death, I will give you a ride." ”

Li Shuishan held the blood-colored stone sword, threw it suddenly, the murderous aura was condensed, like a wolf's mouth biting down, the big bird's limbs were flexible, but it was still not as fast as the sword, and he directly cut out a long horizontal, goodbye The young man raised his hand and pressed, and a blood-colored figure jumped out in front of him, he was soaked in the rain in the air, and went straight to the colorful land.

"Kill you, that's a step. Li Shuishan said gloomily.

A person grabbed it out of the colorful land, and a blue-faced old man looked at it with his back, holding a lotus flower in his hand, his eyebrows were like swords, and he said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, don't you know that this place is my home, and you dare to be so presumptuous, so you can't help but put me down in your eyes?"

Li Shuishan smiled back and said, "It's you who killed you, Zhurong Daoist." ”

The big bird was slashed by Li Shuishan's gesture to collect his sword, and fell directly, with no life at all, Zhurong Daoist lowered his eyebrows, and snorted: "I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me? ”

Li Shuishan hung in the air, and with a light touch on him, one by one the bubbling figures fell, "Two hundred years of hatred should be resolved." ”

"Two hundred years?" he looked at him, as if he remembered something.

"Impossible, impossible. ”

The sword shadow in Li Shuishan's hand pulled, "There is nothing impossible, today I will take your colorful Xuanguang and refine it into the foundation of my stone sword, so that he can rush to the tenth layer, so that he can have endless power of mountains and seas, you are just a temporary keeper." ”

Zhu Rong pulled out a five-section bamboo sword, and with a flick of it, a sword light appeared, he gritted his teeth and rushed over, while saying: "You are cursed, I don't believe that you can live, and I will kill you today." ”

Zhu Rong trembled Originally, he was originally old and had reached the day of sitting, but he absorbed the power of the five colors here, a few years later, this rotten body had already been filled with Dao scars, and every time he touched his face against the mirror and the water surface, he let out a roar of hatred, he could have broken through the Dao Transformation Realm and went straight to the Mortal Realm, all because of one person, this person is the master of the fourth-layer inheritance.

The road number is dry cicada.

As soon as the cicadas chirped, there was a great drought in the world.

The dry cicadas chirped twice, and the world collapsed.

The cicadas chirp three times, and everything dies.

The cicadas chirp, and everything is empty.

He has been a cicada since he was a child, in order to become a figure who can dominate the world in his lifetime, he killed the enemy all the way to the Dao Alliance..... Killed where he thought he could go, until everything that could be considered invincible, and finally saw a sword-wielding figure, with a slight wave, cut off the cicada wings that he could spend the autumn on, shattering his dream, the years he had been having, frozen in this fourth layer of mirrored mountains and seas.

He may not know that there are several more powerful beings here.

Zhurong Daoist bit his lip and hated: "Lao Tzu fought with you." ”

Li Shuishan smiled slightly, "When your Dao heart has collapsed, how can you compete with me for five colors?"

He raised his sword and slashed over his head, leaving a broken body that turned into bones, flesh and blood fused into the multicolored color to become nourishment.

Li Shuishan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, his colorful light was held in the palm of his hand, swallowed it in his stomach, a lingering Xuanguang erupted, he stepped away, his breath climbed more and more, Xiangliu shook his head and followed closely, raised his mouth and tore open a stone wall, there was a pair of big hands on it, bloodstained.

"Today, I will be a cicada Taoist must sing four times, I want the mountains and seas to return to the void, so that the sword of the mountains and seas will become my natal magic weapon, if the world asks me who I am, I am the cicada Taoist. ”

The clouds and mist behind him rolled, he turned to step through the wall and ran to the fifth floor, where countless figures stopped walking, raised their sharp edges, this is the place where countless ghosts and evil gathered, their eyes were hatred and killing intent for the monks outside the mountain, Li Shuishan raised his hand and pressed the stone sword, his body was like a colorful light descending, assassinating their eyes.

"Today, I will kill all of you wicked. Li Shuishan stepped out suddenly, rushing into the demon, Xiang Liu shook and bitten, its strong body can step on dozens of them with one foot, and countless figures are filled with bloody breath, unconsciously coming towards a person and a snake.

Originally, the sea breeze was very dry, but this time it was accompanied by a moist fishy smell, the shadow of the sword crossed, countless bodies fell, and gradually piled up a hill, and there were ghosts and evil spirits running up outside the mountain, they opened their blood-red eyes, they didn't know what to be afraid of, let alone what death was, only the silent hoarseness or the roar of pain, everything was condensed on a sword blade.