The doppelganger of the realm should not be underestimated, and he had fought against such a strong person at the peak of the Daoist people, and he still remembered the name of the monk, and ordered the king Dor, and the Dao number was reversed.

Yiyi was the third strongest monk he had ever seen, who looked ordinary and loved a spring supper night, but he had harmed many good women, but all the slaves he walked with him died in battle under the laws of mortal dust, and the last loyal person also watched the thunder tribulation disappear.

He itches all over his body without a woman for a day, and often walks with mourning, but he misses his hometown and his mother.

His home is unknown, he has been in an aimless wandering, he walked to the river, he fell in love with the woman guarding the river, he walked to the Qinglou and took a fancy to the Oiran, he walked to the busy city, he took a fancy to the princess who traveled, walked and stopped, laughed and cried.

The path he comprehended seemed to be a little weird, and it was difficult to learn from a woman.

When the dry cicada Taoist met him, he was in the middle of life, dressed in black, carrying a broken wine jug, slightly chic and happy, but there was a little red spot hidden in his eyebrows, and he was poisoned by the Huazhou Spring Palace Lianhua Niang, and if he didn't find the antidote within three days, he would die violently.

His whole body was lifeless, his eyelids drooped, because the cicadas were singing in the summer of Fanchen, he wanted to return to Jiangzhou and go straight to the mountains and seas, but the comfort of Fanchen made him extremely greedy, he knew that if he left, it would be difficult to find such a scene, he walked to a willow tree and saw a man riding a boat.

The man is a reverse!

A curious look at the cicada on his body, and invite him to get on the boat for a gathering, the dry cicada Taoist can naturally detect his hidden cultivation, respect and courtesy on the boat, as a Taoist realm monk to the strong man's respect, it is inevitable to express the most precious treasure in his hand, but he is not greedy at all, just want to ask about the sound of cicadas.

The cicadas here were silent when the dry cicada Dao humane walked by, and when he waved his hand, the cicada sound started again, and he explained some opinions about this technique, in fact, he didn't understand why this technique had so much power, and the sound in front of him was crisp, sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle.

A pot of wine has become a medium for people to talk to the host, a reverse hand raised his hand and gently swiped it, pinched out three small wine glasses out of thin air, and drank his wine apologetically

Drink all the wine of mortal water.

It is not only a thousand miles of wine, lotus stamens, autumn dew white, bamboo leaves green, cold pond incense, that the world often says monkey brewing.....

Drinks that are strong in human affection often become a necessity for lonely cultivators to communicate.

Dry cicada Taoist people do not have a deep study of wine, but they like to drink mortal wine, greedy for that kind of freshness, because the worldly wine does not have so much heavy aura, usually what is retained is the taste, through the first taste of the tip of the tongue, rest assured to talk.

At that time, he was still a little resistant to the strong people in the realm, not because he had little experience, but because the strong were indeed strong, and the murderous aura they carried, as well as the coercion of cultivation, made it difficult for ordinary monks to bear, and they all said that the boundary of cultivation was a gap that could not be crossed, he wanted to see it, but he couldn't avoid timidity.

He talked to Kazumi for a long time and couldn't figure out his character.

The face that was so calm that he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation clearly, as well as the majesty of retreating from his body and returning to ordinary people, all made him swallow saliva at that time.

The gourd containing wine is a small space magic weapon, which contains at least one jar of wine, enough for them to drink half of it, within a few hours of this conversation, time is lost quickly, because he has sand poison in his body, and he doesn't want to delay too much time.

If you believe me, the sound of the cicadas on your body will be grand, and in the future, everyone in the world who hears the sound of cicadas will know that it is your existence. You are only born in summer, died in autumn, transformed in the earth, and walked in the sky. ”

At that time, the Dry Cicada Daoist didn't know what his Dao name was, he only knew the importance of cultivation, and the murderous aura on his body that made Yiyi be alarmed, and this murderous aura was taken off by Yiyi and pinched into a small bead and given to him.

The small beads were broken during the war, and the dry cicada Dao people rekindled their fighting spirit and condensed their evil spirits, but because of this adventure in the mountains and seas, a new will was cast, that is, the four dry cicadas.

To tell the truth, the dry cicadas at that time were almost rampant in the mountains and seas, but there were still many opponents who hid and paid silent attention to them, but in the end they were all looked at and devoured by a pair of eyes, which were left behind after the battle.

He didn't understand the Kaishan

Why did they leave after opening the mountain, why did they leave the sword, why did they wipe out the mighty monks in the mountains and seas?

The road number that has not been established by the dry cicada Taoist people is determined in the mountains and seas, and the name is the dry cicada Taoist people.

After drifting in the ocean of cultivation for one or two hundred years, he saw countless monks dying tragically, seeing people who were at a loss and kowtowing to their ancestors, and the wives he saw were separated, and his families were ruined, too many.

If he died, the loess wind and sand blew and buried his bones, but no one knew who he was, maybe there were people who coveted his magic weapon and took it gently, and after a few years, decades, there were still people who remembered the strong man in his eyes.

And a reverse also not long after, stepping to the mountains and seas, he saw the dry cicada looking for his own way, nodded contentedly, did not disappoint him to help remove the sand poison, all this is fate, a few days later, a reverse in front of the dry cicada Taoist people to carry out all the cultivation, in the eyes of the remnants of the mountains and seas to take away an eye.

This eye was a bead of blood, pinched by him in his left hand, buckled his left eye and pressed it on the eyeball, the blood that flowed slowly invaded the robe, and his other eye glowed a bewitching purple, and said a word that shocked everyone: catastrophe, all dead.

He left in a hurry and never returned.

Only the other pair of eyes that often appeared, after staring for a long time, took away the life of a monk, as if absorbing the cultivation in his body, and quietly dispersed.

When the Dry Cicada Daoist comprehended the third dry cicada, he got the position of the master of the fourth layer and felt the power of the so-called strong man, but after a short breath, he had no chance to break through the Daohua realm, and everything fell on the fourth dry cicada sound, so he broke away and accepted an apprentice, who was the dyed child.

Dye Tong has no parents, and he has been re-gracious to his teacher all his life, and he heard that his master Dao Fall was also willing to guard the fourth floor, and he was reluctant to leave, until there was a reverberating sound in the distance, and there were a few faint cicadas in the blood cloud, and he woke up.

The first wisp of consciousness he woke up with unwillingness.

He didn't know why he died, why he was obliterated?

He never knew why he couldn't comprehend the fourth dry cicada.