Yi walked lightly, and after the flower and soil road man landed, he put away his long sword, his eyes were ethereal, waiting for others to ponder, and he said, "What are you doing?"

Dancing solo and spreading clothes, looking at the ragged and dilapidated, the breath is mixed and weak, he is very excited, his hands are rubbed, and he said: "The majesty of the Huatudao people has been heard in Zhufeng before. A pair of oil lamp wandering girl painting stunning on the spot, nose thinking, conformist white jade, chanting and looking, dancing on the sleeves to marry the Wang family, fully giving the mortal woman vitality and amazement, but I don't know that after the painting is put down, who listens to the storm outside the window, who says that the ghosts and gods fall on the edge of the window, we just sigh. ”

"Of course, I hope that the people of Huatudao can save us from fire and water, and escape from death, and this great grace is remembered in my heart. ”

The three roses on the chest of the Hua Tu Dao man were stained with the shadow of the white chess, and he smiled evilly, and said flatly: "You are reasonable, but you are not a Hua Tu Dao man." ”

Solo Wu frowned and took a few steps back, Wangzhi's eyes were haggard, his anger was around his fingers, his gray robe was possessed, and he exclaimed: "The three flowers in the body are condensed, the gray and brown robes are strong, how can you not be a flower and soil person?"

He sneered, "I came here for a purpose." ”

Zhu Feng and a few people were puzzled.

He turned around and stepped forward, raised his palm, condensed a gas mass, there were stamens on the bread, pieces of petals were broken, and the momentum of the clothes was floating in Li Shuishan's eyes, the sound of his heartbeat accelerated, and the white-clothed phantom was shattered, and the sacrificial spirit that had guarded the demon island for hundreds of years was also swept away with the grievances and the alternation of the times, what will be ushered in?

It was the evil intent in this person's eyes that reminded him of Zimei.

A poisonous sound.

It's a calamity.

When he felt the robe before, the purple he felt washed away after a clean moon, and he didn't know if it was cleaned?

Hua Tudao said in his mouth: "People have a death, and a demon has a death, how can you ever think that the life and death of the beings on the demon island are uncertain?

A momentum descending from the sky swept and paved down.

Those desolate monsters, ferocious to death, the eyes of the human race were slightly late, they never thought that the sudden, cultivating to break the heavens of the Taoist to kill them, they were very unwilling, the young cultivators with extraordinary ambitions, there was an intriguing divine light in their eyes, and a small package was thrown out of the sleeve, and a blue glazed vase was scattered, spewing out a stream of water, urging him to escape like a boat in the torrent.

"You have no grievances with you, why did you kill me?"

There are also some men in rotten clothes who grit their teeth and spurt blood, sending out their strongest cultivation, the blue light is glowing, the grass behind them is entangled, and the momentum is extraordinary, but after all, it is still the cultivation of the state of mind, and some of the follow-up old men who are crippled to death, their eyes are dim, and the cold words of the empty mountain are issued in their chests: "The old man talks about juvenile madness, a smoke and rain and a warmth." If the sky is sunny and there is no rain, you will definitely wait until the mountains and seas bloom and destroy your body and soul, who has ever spared anyone?"

"A little hidden, a clear, a heavy rain took me to Fan. ”

"The wine seal is raging, the white clothes are rotten, and the sword blade buries the corpse, who is the cang?"

There is also an old man holding a sword, his eyes are desolate, "Life is like three years, one is crying and shouting, playing Shaohua; the second is weak in front of him, scolding Fang Xuan, and he is full of spirit; the third is the old man hanging his waist, showing all kinds of appearances, and the dust is dim." Life should be to die. ”

Except for the dead A, B, C and D, there are less than two hundred left, not to mention, the face is pale, weak, scarred, a wail, a big hand patted down, moved back a few hills and smashed down, smoke and dust everywhere, the rain that had just returned was shot away, the eyes were condensed, and the miserable people's souls trembled and flew out.

With a wave of his hand, most of them dispersed.

The outside world steps into the mountains and seas, the creatures are lost**, only the body remains, it must be subjected to an invisible traction, to the endless deep sea, the monks with low cultivation can not resist, only those monks with a slightly higher realm can wander unscrupulously, but when they encounter some original demons and ghosts in the mountains and seas, it will only be a pretty good tonic, and the original creatures from it have long been soulless, and the rest is a shortage of shells, plus independent consciousness

。

The existence of the sacrificial spirit is the shade arm, and it also accepts the meaning of mountains and seas.

Now that the last of the ancient priests has died, everything has changed.

The flower soil Taoist who fell into the killing refreshment distorted his old face and said loudly: "Since ancient times, I have planted flowers with soil, I can plant flowers and soil, mountains and seas are not allowed to bloom, I will let them bloom." ”

Several Zhufeng monks retreated in surprise, suspicious, and Duwu gritted his teeth and asked, "Why did the seniors kill innocent monks and demons?"

Hua Tudao turned his face and said flatly: "I don't need a reason to kill people, but I came here for another purpose, that is, to bring a person." ”

The solo dancer asked, "Who are the seniors going to take away?"

His eyes slid on Li Shuishan's body and traced lightly.

Li Shuishan went to be looked at him, the coldness was mixed, he took a few steps back, the yellow bookmark in his sleeve quietly came out from below, and the peachwood sword on his body roared slightly, as if he felt a strong crisis.

"Him. "The flowers are humane.

Solo Wu frowned and said: "The seniors don't know, the young man is a disciple of the main disciple of the Tibetan Peak Peak, it would be great if he could bring it back to Baicheng, but... You don't know..."

Hua Tudao looked at him angrily and scolded: "I don't know what to do, I will take his soul and kill you." ”

Zhufeng was cold, seeing him walking in front of the young man, he roared alone, "Seniors think twice", trembling, Duwu knelt on the ground, and he didn't see his heart soft, "Zhufeng people can't kill Zhufeng people, this young man is Zhufeng's hope Why is this?"

A few gritted their teeth and shouted: "The seniors have a lot of demons in their hearts, and they are offended. ”

Hua Tudao was just about to touch Li Shuishan's robe, a yellow decay bookmark flew to the palm of the grabbed hand, hum, fingers buckled in the air, there was a tendency to recycle, but this reaction force was directly transmitted to Li Shuishan's body through the bookmark, and a stream of blue clothes floating on the robe directly erupted, and the small magic circle operating in it stopped, shattering most of it, leaving only a slight ripple to smash into his inner mountain, spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out.

Huang Yu bookmark trembled.

The Zhufeng monks, plus the old man with a broken arm, and the injured middle-aged man used his strongest cultivation to control the Huatu Dao people.

Originally, they had long discussed, if they met hope, they would give hope, and they would be open in life and where they would die.

Li Shuishan was pushed away by the bookmark that was turned away, and the peachwood sword behind him had a strong sense of autonomy and accelerated his exertion.

A strong man rushed out of the mountain, clenched his fist in his hand, roared and smashed out, bang, this power rolled up the boundless wind and waves, glanced at the departing young man, and after spurting blood, he quickly retreated more than ten miles, fell into the sea and fled, plus the power of those Zhufeng monks struck, or was solved by the Huatudao people gritted their teeth and waved their sleeves.

The monks of Zhufeng also retreated, but they couldn't escape his blow, and they all died mutilated, the solo dance was the worst, and the soul that had just flown out was shattered by his punch, and then stepped into the air.

Li Shuishan's eyes were gloomy, looking at the dead Zhufeng monks and the lone cultivators who had come to their aid and fled, and said sadly: "I didn't do anything that hurt heaven and reason, why did you impose disasters on me?"

A large bubble bubble came out, opened his big demonic eyes, instantly integrated him into it, and escaped into the sea, the flower soil Taoist stepped into Li Shuishan's original position before he could breathe, and said hoarsely: "Damn! ”

Then he fled into the sea.

Li Shuishan gasped for breath in the bubble wrap.

Huang Yu's bookmark was horrified: "That bullshit Taoist actually dares to kill a madman disciple, is it crazy? This is a man of destiny, and he dares to mess with cause and effect?"

After a short breath, Li Shuishan fell asleep without a word.

...

In a desert where no one is around, there is a sand as the ocean, the oasis is the holy place, riding a double hump of the sand sea thorn camel, the head is round and white, the back tail is dozens of zhang long, usually curled together, even

Unfurl the tail end of the stinger, showing off deterrence.

There is a pair of people walking here, in the middle there is a black-robed woman covered with a layer of dark white tulle, a black-skinned iron knife is placed in front of her, put into the scabbard, close to the back of the knife is covered with rain shards, the grooves are of different sizes, a pair of bright eyes like a long-drought rain, making people's hearts warm, two small bells hanging from the wrists, the bell bells and bells, the sand sea thorn camel finally chews this stingy hay.

There was an old man in a blue robe sitting on the back of the last sand sea thorn hunchback, pinching his sloppy beard, shaking the yellow gourd engraved with the mountain rabbit in his hand, putting it in his thick lips and taking a sip, and raising the sky and said: "Endless sand sea, you are really wide, you say that you are not really sea water, and not a small amount of sand, you are fine and broken, and there are undercurrents, it is really a wonderful thing in the mountains and seas!"

He quickened his speed, his eyes fell on the woman's body, swept over a few shirtless, strong men beside him, the donkey shouted, stopped in front of the woman, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the rescue, but I still want to ask, what is your name?

The woman replied with a smile: "The disciple of the Taoist Temple in the Ink Mountain, the Taoist number is Chunxiu Mountain." ”

The blue-robed old man smiled quietly, and he didn't know what to do in his heart.

"Down there are Zhufeng people, who are called madmen. The woman covered her mouth and said, "The seniors are really interesting, with the madman as the road number, the road number is mostly a certain Taoist, a certain mountain person, a certain scattered person, a certain son, a certain Mr., who is it, etc., is the predecessor a madman?"

The old madman's face turned red, and he said ashamedly: "It's like that, I call it an old madman." I look poor and sour, half gray hair, and I can't accomplish anything! I think back then, I was also a young man, and the woman I had a crush on in my heart didn't dare to speak, so I watched and smelled from afar, hoping that she would stay away with an eldest son. I cried a handful of snot and tears, and the opportunity came to me and stepped into the road. ”

The woman lamented: "The predecessors are so miserable! You have to believe in yourself, there will always be something you are satisfied with." ”

The old madman nodded and said calmly, "You're right. I did do a satisfying thing. ”

"What's the matter?" the woman asked, turning her head.

The big men in the rear all leaned their heads to listen.

The old madman pretended to be mysterious, and said sonorously: "The most satisfying thing I have done in the next is to accept a baby disciple, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a gentle attitude, filial piety and consideration to me, quick to do things, wearing my peak blue robe and being decent, going south and north is magnificent, but the fate is not good, many disasters!"

The woman blinked and asked, "How much disaster?"

The old madman said sadly: "The ancient road is thin, the family is ruined, and the poverty is destitute..."

The woman was surprised.

"His only wish is for me to find him a woman in the right eye. The woman turned her head, a little ashamed.

"This man is far away in the sky, right in front of him..."

"Senior?" the woman called.

"Huh?" The old madman's blue robe was sunken, and a force of luck burst out, spreading for dozens of miles, his smiling face suddenly calmed down, his eyes were full of senmangs, and he roared: "Zangsheng, someone wants to kill Zangsheng?" Zangsheng, you wait for me..."

He patted the blue robe on his body, the depression of the blue robe was flat, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, and the big men on the horses knelt on the ground, looking frightened, but he didn't expect that the old man who was rescued on the road turned out to be an old monster who cultivated to terror, the woman fell off the horse, was pulled up by the old madman, and said calmly: "Look, my disciple's disaster is coming again." You wait for my disciple, I will save him and meet you. ”

The woman's arms trembled, not knowing what to say.

The old madman stepped into the air, and a huge wooden building appeared under him, and the two big characters of Zilou came out of the air and disappeared.

Several big men hurriedly left with the woman and went to a small town called Huangsha City.

There is an inn called Nguyen Kok Inn.