At first, when he saw the old woman, it was a good thing that Li Shuishan didn't gag just now, not to mention anything else.

The four of them walked through the middle area of the mountains and seas in one day, and went straight to the northernmost point, at the junction of the two areas, there is a mountain, which is Wanjian Mountain!

But when they saw the outline of the mountain, they couldn't help but let out a voice of disappointment. There is really nothing peculiar about this mountain, on the bare rock, there is a great sword that stands tall, the body of the sword is flat, and there is no shining point.

This is the place where people will absorb the killing qi, but I heard the dry cicada Taoist say that there is more than one mountain in Wanjian Mountain, and in what he has heard, there are eight places, which are flickering and flickering, and it is not easy to find.

This place is relatively fixed, and there are many monks passing by here, trying to pull out the sword on the mountain, but in the end they can't use all their skills.

In the past, this mountain was not bare, it was full of a strong killing atmosphere, and many remnant swords fell here, forming a sword mound often said by the sects outside the mountain. Wanjian Mountain is considered to be this form, but it is not a simple sword mound.

There is a sword in the mountain, but once the sword leaves the mountain, the mountain does not exist, and conversely, the mountain does not have a sword, and no new sword is produced.

The sword mound has a sword of suppression, which can breed different kinds of swords, and the one on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is somewhat similar to this, but only before.

The dry cicada Taoist coughed a few times and said, "That sword has been around for hundreds of years. I guess it should be left over from ancient times, and its owner should be a famous sword cultivator, otherwise it would not have left behind this seemingly mediocre sword, but it can never be pulled out. ”

"Are you going to try it?" asked the Dry Cicada Daoist.

Fat Dahai nodded excitedly, and immediately got off the boat, like a flexible loach, and went straight to Wanjian Mountain, afraid that the two of them would pull it out first.

When he arrived at the top of the mountain, Fat Dahai panted and wiped the sweat on the top of his head, looked at the big sword, put his hands on the hilt, and said intimately: "Little baby, your father is here, why don't you come out to play soon." ”

He used all his strength and didn't pull out the slightest, tried twice more and still didn't move, and scolded, "Damn, I like to be so hard-skinned, the little girl was beaten by me before, and she is still not obedient? ”

With the strength of nine cows and two tigers, surrounded by several layers of magic weapons, there was no movement, he was unwilling to wipe off the sweat and lay on the ground, "This baby is so hard, he really doesn't obey me." Forget it, don't fill the twisted melon. ”

Rotten bamboo walked over, he gently touched the hilt of the sword, as if feeling the power in it, but after a while, he still shook his head and said, "Come on!"

Li Shuishan smiled, "Why don't you pull it out, maybe you pull it out?"

Rotten bamboo said: "The fat sea didn't pull it out with so much effort, I felt it with my mind, there was nothing, basically no play." ”

Li Shuishan walked over and put his hand lightly on it, this sword was too calm, I felt it for a long time, and I only heard the slight sound of the sea surging inside, this sword was forged without the slightest impurity, and it could be seen that it was not iron, after more than a dozen breaths, Li Shuishan opened his eyes, clenched the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out hard.

The sword did not move at all, and Li Shuishan also gave up, he spread his hand and looked at the mountain.

The dry cicada Taoist flew over, he put his hand on his waist, glanced at the sword with both eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll just say it, I can't pull it out." This sword has passed through the hands of tens of millions of people without any movement, you little dolls should just take a look. ”

Standing on this mountain and looking at the sea, there is an indescribable feeling, like desolation, like a kind of loneliness, impacting the surrounding sea.

“

Back then, there was a monk standing here who killed hundreds of loose cultivators, he was holding a Raven war knife, wearing a color TV, and he was turning up hundreds of feet of waves with a knife, but unfortunately, he still died under that force. The strong men of the mountains and seas have died too much under that force, otherwise, the mountains and seas would not be so bleak. ”

After a few moments, they continued to set off, and two days later, they arrived at the northernmost point, where there was a huge warship, and a man in silver armor stood at the bow of the boat, and shouted, "Who is coming?"

The dry cicada Taoist raised his eyebrows and replied lightly: "Dry cicada." ”

"Dry cicada?" The silver-armored man who didn't care about it was surprised, got up and looked, looking at the young man who didn't look like it, but after making eye contact with him, he trembled suddenly, it was that familiar feeling, and hurriedly saluted: "I didn't expect that the famous dry cicada Taoist didn't die, it's really ....."

"Surprised, huh? I don't deserve to die. ”

"Yes, yes. The silver-armored man hurriedly tilted the ship, Li Shuishan was the last to fly up, and put the boat into his storage bag, and when the four of them got on the boat, the silver-armored man patted it lightly, and the big boat was right.

"I've been here for years, and I haven't seen so many people coming. ”

"I don't know, are you on the ninth or tenth floor?"

The dry cicada Taoist said without thinking: "The tenth layer." ”

"The tenth layer?" The silver-armored man shook his body and persuaded, "You have to think twice! The tenth time there have been some changes recently, it seems that a strong person directly found a secret passage from the first layer and rushed into the tenth layer, and then died in the battle on that legendary road. The entire ninth floor shook out, surrounded by an oppressive aura. ”

"Do you know how many monks are waiting for the ninth time?" asked the Dry Cicada Daoist.

The silver-armored man thought for a moment, "About three hundred. ”

"So many?" the four of them were taken aback when they heard this.

"This is quite a few, there have been few people in the past few years, and many monks have used the power of the sect to open tunnels and lead directly to the ninth layer. You think, a sect is dozens, how many sects are outside the mountain, what a terrifying number!"

"It's not a bad thing to have a lot of people, we can go on the path they explore, the tenth floor is very dangerous and dangerous, I can't put it into words. Even if you add up all the crises you have seen in this life, it is difficult to find a level similar to that of the tenth layer. One wrong step and death, hesitation for a moment, death, and a glance at something that should not be seen, death...... So you two figured out if you want to go?"

The person he was referring to was rotten bamboo and fat sea, fat sea was timid, naturally waved his hand, and said that he would wait for them on the ninth floor, who knows when this wait will be, the tenth layer will die for a lifetime, and I am afraid that there will be no day when he will come out. He thought in his heart that there must be a lot of treasures on the ninth floor, and the treasures on the eighth floor have all been found by him, and there are nothing new.

Rotten bamboo thought for a while, but nodded and said, "I'll go, but I need to be prepared, it's a long time, two days." ”

The Dry Cicada Daoist nodded, "Just think about it." Danger comes with chance, both good and bad. If you can get out of it, you're soaring. When you return to the inner gate of the sect, you will either count one or two. Hehe. ”

Rotten Bamboo nodded, he also had ambitions in his heart, he wanted to become the most outstanding disciple of the next generation of the Yixiu Sect, and lead the Yixiu Sect to its former glory.

Li Shuishan was silent on the side.

The silver-armored man set off and led them straight to the ninth floor.

This road is not easy to walk, it is very bumpy, but it is also full of a lot of unspeakable blood, and you can meet many monks fighting together halfway, dozens of besieging one, one against one, one pile against another, after watching it a few times, the fat sea is trembling

Hiding in a corner of the boat, his face pale and afraid to look at it.

He was a little suspicious that it was a wrong decision for him to go to the ninth floor, but he couldn't get off the boat when he got on this boat.

At this time, there was a monk holding a green blade, running towards the masked man in the distance, the sword in his hand drew a sword shadow in the air, he recited the mantra in his mouth, a blood sprinkled on the side of the boat, several monks in the distance immediately turned their heads, and said with a fierce face: "Kill him!"

They rushed towards this monk, and the traces of the sword in their hands in the air spread to a few miles away, and they all had an incomprehensible murderous aura on their bodies, and the moment they started their cultivation, the calm heart of the rotten bamboo with a sense of impact jumped suddenly, and they consciously took a step back.

The silver-armored man stood at the bow of the boat, controlling the hull, and the dry cicada Taoist sat on the side of the boat, the young man's immature face, and the countless monks who coveted this ship wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, but unfortunately there were not many monks on this boat, but they were all young people.

But the owner of this ship is not a master to be messed with, there have been people who have worried about the attention of this ship, angered the silver-armored man, and the momentum of his whole body can cut off the thoughts of countless monks, not to mention his hands that can be covered with silver light, once touched, it will be shattered, and offending him is touching the god of death.

Therefore, he also has a nickname, called the Silver Armor Reaper.

This ship can attract the eyes of many greedy people, it is really uncomfortable to be looked at like this, this has not yet reached the ninth layer, it has attracted the attention of so many people, they are monks who have lived here for more than ten years, decades, hundreds of years, and everything they have experienced can be written into a thick book.

"Death, can you give me a ride?"

A sudden voice sounded, and the silver-armored man turned his head and looked at this old man with a wrinkled face and scattered hair, he was holding a broken cane in his hand, and he was wearing tattered clothes, but his eyes had an aura of seeing through life and death.

The silver-armored man nodded and said, "Yes, but you have to abide by the rules of this ship, and get off the ship after you are quiet in the place." ”

He doesn't take anybody's money for a boat, and he asks why? He replied to a monk, to pass the time. But this sentence always makes people feel uncomfortable when they hear it.

All the monks of the ninth layer came with the belief of treasure hunting and cultivation, they were pursuing their own breakthroughs, and deaths, deaths, injuries and injuries were normal things, so countless frost things happened around him. People are indifferent, corpses are everywhere, and they have no warmth and love from the outside world in their eyes.

The wrinkled old man found a place to sit down, and sighed, as if he was about to break up his skeleton, "It's old." ”

The Dry Cicada Daoist asked with a smile: "Since you know that you are old, you still come to the ninth layer." ”

The wrinkled old man smiled, "Not only am I getting old physically, but I'm also getting old mentally, and my cultivation is even older." As long as the monk is immortal, he will not die, so why should he care about the body that remains in the world?"

"What about the spirit?

"With cultivation and then filling the spiritual vacancy, isn't everything like this?"

Gan Cicada Daoist shook his head, "Just like mortals, as long as you have money, you can do thousands of things, but without money, you are sorry." Ask what kind of spiritual success is a kind of sustenance, and when you have money, you will get spiritual things. ”

"What you say is really disgusting, even if you get material pleasure, the spiritual emptiness cannot be satisfied with money. You're so old that you still don't know what you're after?"

The old man around his face touched his chin, "I know what you want to say, but I still think I'm right." ”