The auspicious clouds gathered behind Li Shuishan, and at the moment when he followed the crane bald man, he was blocked in the air by a thick sword of virtual bamboo, and the mountain giant said softly: "Everyone has his own life, why not let him choose by himself?"

All the sects roared forward, he thought a little in his heart, but there was no answer, he returned to the mountain giant, and asked heavily, "Shouldn't he be like this?"

"What should he become?" asked the mountain giant.

Li Shuishan didn't know how to answer.

"He has come here for an answer, and if it is done, the road will be smooth. From the second floor of the mountains and seas, each layer will select one person to replace the bones to suppress, among which there is a mysterious mechanism, the demon you see is fake, and many things you see may be fake, only these people looking for it are real. The mountain giant looked at the sky with his sword and went straight to the mysterious region that belonged to the third layer.

The peaks and tidal flats here, such as ink dyed pen, only gray, black, white and red, the woman in thin clothes sits tenderly on the paper and faces the mountain and carefully covers her face and smiles, the white jade hosta, the corner of the fallen flower, the curly yellow hair, the haggard man with the wine pot behind him bows his waist and respects, obliquely shoulders and legs, seems to be very pampered.

He got up and picked up a red leaf, floated to the bottom of the mountain, a roll of white-feathered birds on the water raised the pen like flying, this is another wonderful landscape picture, but the pen in the painting fell in front of Gu Feng Dao.

He shook the wine, looked at it with interest, and said with a smile: "I don't know which woman is so Yaxing, sending red leaves to people's hearts." Lao Tzu is haggard, and if he doesn't turn over the brand today, he will give it to his old friend. ”

The red leaves were thrown out again, floating in front of the mountain giant, Li Shuishan was curious to take a look, there was a simple portrait of a woman on the leaf, only when he stood up and saw the complete face, the woman was indeed soft and affectionate, pure and moving, but she lacked charm, raised her head and stopped looking.

The mountain giant seemed to know the meaning of his friend's joke, pinched the red leaves and was just about to shake them off, the rhizome was broken, and it turned into smoke and dust in an instant.

The woman laughed but did not say a word, and the man behind her stepped back, and she got up and danced and writhed. The dancing posture can be described as unspeakable, twisting the waist and hanging down the head, the figure is graceful, the thin clothes fall off the shoulders, and the falling flowers are scattered in the mountains, and the movements are attractive.

The obsessed monk flew away, their faces smiling, intoxicated by the meaning of the flower wine and the moon, opened their hands to hug her, the woman smiled and scattered red leaves, blowing out embroidered clothes to wrap around the man, and dragged into it.

A wisp of red smoke flowed out of Li Shuishan's eyes, and the colorful fox tail hair in his sleeve suddenly lit up and returned to normal.

After the man entered it, a few people flew behind again, their eyes were red, and they swallowed saliva, but after a cup of tea, they saw a dry corpse falling, the woman smiled and licked her lips, and thanked her: "Xie Gezong sent the tonic, can you be satisfied with today's dance?"

A few skinny old men scolded bitterly: "Mulberry Wind Girl, what a slut, the elder monk who swallowed me last time from the Chaos Wind Sect came to charm others today, you can't die a good death." ”

"If you hold too much life in your hands, you will be punished in the future. Split your flesh and tear your soul apart. ”

"The old man pinched his fingers, and you will die within 100 days......"

Sang Fengnu smiled tactfully, got up and said, "Thank you for your blessings." Even if I die, I'll bring you to live happily together. ”

Everyone who listened to this was full of smiles, and they all studied the method of cracking the three layers, and there were definitely monks in each sect who had been to the fifth or sixth layer before, but they would not show up easily, those years of thinking outside

The light monks are all fledgling people, and he has never seen this scene of layer by layer. Take the plane of the second layer of the vast sea, it will make people have a sense of awe, and send guests into the third floor in a wooden boat, just like they observe the surprise and mystery of a wall of the sect or the portrait of the ancestor, from not daring to look more, they become calm and enthusiastic.

There was a green-skinned monk with a mask on his face, and after he walked out, he bowed to his fist and asked: "All the sects and mountain sects have arrived, I would like to say a word below, don't be conservative, and it is the dream of our monks to enter the fifth floor quickly." ”

The awl-faced young man got up and said, "Daoist friends are reasonable, then please take the lead in your sect, and we will go up later." ”

The crowd was silent.

Under the turmoil in the distance, the mulberry girl was the first to jump, followed by the man serving the wine, the depression wind and waves blew the thin clothes, slightly dialysis, and laughed Who followed?

In contemplation, the small boats of each sect followed, the big boats pressed the bottom, and the famous old men of each sect had solemn expressions, although this mulberry wind girl was a loose cultivator, her strength was not weak or strong, but it was enough to use this terrain to torture and kill the calf monks who came and went here, so if she succeeded, she would have less blood to suppress the formation.

The mountain giant waved his hand and set off, this direction is the back image of the paper mountain, where it is dark, but there is nowhere to be found, if it is through, it is also a secret passage to the fourth layer, he pondered for a while, and remembered that he had recited the "Song of the Wind" silently before.

This lyric is a four-layer mountain rock, eroded by rain, and the wind is permeable, and the lyrics are to the effect of painting people.

The person in the painting came to life to swallow fresh blood, he had to learn to speak, imitate it, he opened his mouth and said to Li Shuishan: "There are many metaphors for ghosts in front of the mountain, and this place is one of them, a paper painting dyed with gray, black, white and red dots." Ghosts devour blood in front of the mountain, people. The ghost is in the mountains, swallowing people and drawing pictures. The ghost is behind the mountain, and the person walks. The mountain front is the most active place for me to twist my hands, and it is unlikely that there will be anything else, and even if there is, it is only a special case. ”

"Do you know that there are hints in the songs of nature, some people can become enlightened if they find it, some people will die if they find it, and some people will die if they find it, and some people will seek to benefit the heavens, earth and human race, but I can see that I can only seek benefits for the peaks, or I can say that it is only for myself. Am I being a little selfish?"

Li Shuishan didn't know what he would say in the second half of the sentence, and said euphemistically: "There is a saying, people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves, it doesn't sound false, besides, I haven't seen your selfishness since I contacted you, maybe you are too worried." ”

"Worried too much?"

"I hope so. His strange question made Li Shuishan think of the Sansu Cave Mingxiu in the blink of an eye, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with it, but the paper man made him even more afraid, this kind of harm from the dark to the people in the light.

Entering the dark place behind the mountain, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, the water vapor wafting in the sky has a faint smell of ink, and after traveling for half an hour, the footsteps of the Sang Feng Nu in front of her stopped slightly, and the thin clothes revealed a charming red light, and threatened: "There are ghosts in the dark, you should be careful." ”

Li Shuishan looked at the speed of the Sang Feng Girl, straight into the distance, the more he went, the more a bloody breath came out, some monks stood on the boat and heard the hull of the ship being touched by an object, lowered their heads and went into the water to touch it, directly dragged a person's huge dry head, trembled and dropped it, swallowed saliva, more and more banging sounds came into their ears, some hot-blooded monks regretted it here, and retreated and hid in the crowd.

The boat seemed to drop a brush dipped in ink, revealing a small piece of black and gray contrasting space after the stroke

Suddenly, just as all the monks drew their swords and watched, an ugly-looking faceless monster came running with a grin, and it wept and asked, "Where is my face? Who saw my face?"

It landed on the ground with four claws, and some viscous liquid fell on its body, slowly blending into the darkness, and walked out again, making the faces of the surrounding monks tremble, and the swords held in their hands fell to the ground, only to see a thin green-shirted monk turn around for a moment, the monster stuck to his face, and said: "You... See my face... Is it there?"

The thin green-shirted monk shuddered for a moment, and stammered back: "No, no, it's the first time I've been here, where have I seen your face, you can ask someone else." ”

The faceless monster melted into the darkness gloomily, and for a moment wore sharp claws, cut through his face, and sneered: "You lied to me, my face is on your face, and you actually stole my face." ”

In the dark, someone watched the thin monk in green shirt who had lost his face kneeling on the ground, and was so frightened that he peed his pants.

The faceless monster pressed the emaciated green-shirted monk's face against his own and grinned, "This is not my face, where is my face?" it whispered in the ears of the other monks, "Did you take my face?"

The whole boat was in chaos, and a middle-aged monk with a wooden sword jumped out, pressing a few talismans in his hand, piercing through, chanting a spell in his mouth and shouting: "The monster is rampant, see that I don't destroy you." ”

The talisman burned, and a hideous monster showed a blood-spurting face, grinning and grabbing the wooden sword and pulling it fiercely, directly pressing the talisman to extinguish the sword, leveling the sword face, and said miserably: "Uncle Daoqing, it's me! I'm a calf, it was you who brought me into the Qingyan Sect, it was you who gave me the fate of cultivation, you don't know me anymore? Look at my face, I feel so painful——"

The middle-aged monk grabbed a talisman from his sleeve and pressed it on his body, bit his middle finger and chanted some strange words, his sleeve sank, and threw out a large red net, which fell on that familiar face with a slap of his palm, and green smoke came out, "Uncle Shi, you are so fierce, I treat you to have parents for yourself, you want to kill me, I-miss my father, I'm sorry for them." ”

The monster retreated from the face and retreated into the darkness, the middle-aged monk just withdrew his hand, a claw pierced his arm, tore off a thick arm, he hissed and retreated, suppressed the gushing blood, and twisted the trick with the other hand, the talisman was possessed and shiny, and said hoarsely: "Demon, you are looking for death." ”

A few more men in green shirts jumped out of the rear, holding a peachwood sword in their hands, smearing it with blood, slashing in the air, a yellow light came out and went straight to the darkness, the gray face dissipated, this time it appeared in a faint circle, there was a similar hole in the distance, and in the process of traveling, the ship farther and farther away, the thinly clothed mulberry girl chuckled in the air, and went away with the wind, leaving behind the monk who was lost here.

Several of the old monks sitting on the white sail boat raised their swords and flew up, and as the white sword in their hands swung out, a diamond-shaped magic circle was deducted in front of them, gradually expanding to cover all the ships, and they sat in the air and said: "In the lower sea array sect monks, send the monks who are in the sea to bless once, and return them next time if they are in difficulty." ”

Standing on the bow of the boat, Li Shuishan closed his eyes to see a bloody faceless monster approaching, as if mocking the monk who could not see clearly in the night.

It looked around, and saw a blue-robed young man with a weak breath, easy to start, turned around, and before he could ask, Li Shuishan opened his eyes suddenly, and the wooden sword was thrown fiercely in his hand, and the Gu fish jumped and pierced his body.