Rotten bamboo breathed out on his stomach, frowning and thinking about the next step. There are not a few treacherous monks, the cultivation is not weak, and there are not a few who are stronger than them, Li Shuishan finished meditating, and his eyes observed the movement, just looking at the rotten bamboo.

The spirit stone that he had pinched just now was also seen by him, and even the dry old man swallowed it into his nose, only seeking the pleasure and freshness of the impurities and short breaths, and did not care about any effect, and smiled and looked at Li Shuishan, as if he still had something to ask for.

Most of the spiritual stones collected by the monks here have been used, and a few are still struggling to live, and they are also afraid that there will be any mutations to fill the aura of their dantian, just as some monks smile and cling to the treacherous old man's side, serving tea and pouring water, and handing out some of the spiritual water they have condensed, in order to please him, and someone will support him.

This kind of people naturally aroused the disgust of Li Shuishan and Rotten Bamboo, and often when the war started, these people were the first to die.

Li Shuishan grabbed the dotted lotus leaf in his sleeve, and tapped it three times, and the aura he inhaled was tripled, he was actually quite shocked by this kind of treasure, according to the experience of the dry cicada Taoist, most monks will choose some sharp weapons to kill, swords and knives, maybe the wooden stick and some weapons in hand are also enough to walk in the cultivation world.

This lotus leaf is unique and seems to be a product of nature.

The people of the Dry Cicada Dao have seen a treasure similar to it, called Ink and Wash at a glance.

The object is the size of a palm, soft as water, like love and silent, but only black and white intertwined eyes, pressed by the monk's spirit on the eye can break the nightmare, illusion, and more importantly, the ink at a glance and create a dream, the world seen is broken.

This treasure has fallen into the hands of the dry cicada Taoist, because of the lack of cultivation, had to be discarded, if this thing is used well, it will definitely help you to take a part of the detour, but the dead can only be left as a memory.

He withdrew his eyes and said softly to the silent soul, "You may not understand why it is so difficult to recover things that have passed. When I was younger, I thought the same thing, isn't what I want to be seen again, and when the flowers I planted withered, the new flowers that came out the next year were different, because they were not what I loved. Time is a good sword that can cut off all your illusions, and time is also a wind of blood that can blow away everything you have. ”

Not only did he say a part of his experience, but he was more inclined to the skinny feeling of reality, and although there was no answer, he nodded with satisfaction and continued to sit on the formation with his eyes closed.

Rotten Bamboo looked at the sky and pondered, and overnight, he whispered: "I wonder if you know how many sects there are in the world?"

Li Shuishan said: "If you take the state as the scope, in addition to the Taibei Mountain, which guards the mountains and seas, there are dozens of sects, of different sizes, such as as the one you cultivate the sect, you will belong to the hidden ancient sects." ”

Rotten Bamboo asked: "I know that my Yixiu Sect is hidden in Jiangzhou, so what state does Taibei Mountain belong to?"

Li Shuishan said: "It doesn't belong to any state. ”

Rotten Bamboo said bitterly: "Why is Taibei Mountain so unique, why is it not called Taibei Sect?"

Li Shuishan said with a smile: "You can also call it like this, after all, Taibei Mountain is relatively unique, it can be divided into the peaks below and the heavenly curse on the mountain, what they cultivate is different from what they pursue, and they don't want to belong to one sect, but there are still people in the outside world who think that they are one sect." ”

The rotten bamboo shook off the dust brought by his body, and said lightly: "Then I know that Daoyou belongs to He Zong, but I don't know if it is cultivated on the mountain or under the mountain, hehe, dare to ask the name of Daoyou." ”

Li Shuishan coughed and said, "You can call me Li Daoyou." ”

Rotten Bamboo smiled with satisfaction, Li Shuishan secretly said in his heart: "This person's cultivation is not fake, and his heart is also extraordinary, if he asks in the future, he will definitely be able to help Xiaoyou." ”

Li Shuishan

In the dark night, he pinched out another spar, which was covered with some sharp energy, and this situation was clearly seen by the rotten bamboo next to him, he grabbed a purple spirit stone from the storage bag on his waist, which was covered with spider web-like textures, and whispered: "Li Daoyou doesn't have to harm people like this, this high-grade spirit stone can be given to you below, you feel it again, and break the altar in one fell swoop." ”

Rotten Bamboo's words seemed to be heard by others, but they were indifferent.

When Li Shuishan opened his mouth, he had already pinched the method to create a transparent soundproof film, but it had no effect on some cultivators who had cultivated strongly.

Rotten Bamboo handed out the spirit stone but was rejected by Li Shuishan: "You take it first, although you come from an ancient sect with rich heritage, you don't carry many spirit stones on your body, and there are still many places that need this thing in the future." ”

Rotten Bamboo nodded lightly, Li Shuishan grabbed a wisp of breath from him, and even pulled out a trace of a leisurely grass stem, opened his mouth and sucked it, melted into the spirit stone, and threw it to Rotten Bamboo, at first he didn't understand what Li Shuishan meant, but when he saw his smile, he nodded and smiled back.

Li Shuishan's eyes were unobstructed in the dark night, and he could see anyone's face, but he couldn't see it clearly from too far away.

He had already marveled a few days ago, but at this time, he didn't consciously think: "This eye is the eye of a half-immortal, the posture of a natural heavenly master, but he has walked into the monk realm, I am afraid that there will be a catastrophe in the mortal world." This catastrophe is extremely difficult, and if it is solved against the sky, it will surely be astonishing through the ages. ”

"But how many monks from the people of destiny and those who follow the destiny of heaven can survive?"

He wistful, "That's a choice." ”

The next day, the sun and the moon gathered together, even brighter, burned by the scorching sun, chapped skin, and drank all the water in the gourd, and the monks who sat here for decades had a strong desire to survive, as well as tenacious endurance, rubbing the wind floating in the air with their hands, which could condense a little spiritual water, which was also a good method.

Every few days there will be a frenzy day, burning the eyes of all the monks sitting on the altar, and the rotten bamboo finds the right time to get up and walk, and the person he went to is the dry monk that Li Shuishan looked for yesterday.

He watched the young man walk with vigorous steps, spread out the spirit stone in his hand, he showed his hunger and thirst, and then looked at the open space where he was sitting just now, and then said with a smile: "Xiaoyou has some meaning, this spirit stone looks good, I'll let you sit for a while until the night, okay?"

Rotten bamboo nodded, the dry old man looked at the altar, he looked at the hot stone surface, touched his fingers, suddenly withdrew his hand and sighed, frowned and looked back, as if thinking and hesitating, and then hugged his fists and said: "Fellow Daoist, this altar is so hot, how can I sit?"

The dry Taoist smiled evilly: "Xiaoyou will be on it, there will be a hot sun every few days, you are just in time, I will not return the spirit stones you exchanged with me." ”

Rotten bamboo looked helpless, as if he had suffered a big loss, many monks around him laughed secretly in their hearts, they had never seen such a simple little monk, and he hugged his fists and bowed, and said to Li Shuishan: "Daoist friends want it, I will give it to you." ”

Li Shuishan's calm face showed a smile, and he hurriedly got up and grabbed his palm and said, "Thank you for your kindness... I want it. ”

Li Shuishan flew to the vacant altar and slapped it on his buttocks, then his eyes widened, and the people around him who were laughing narrowed, in fact, he had already cracked the heat with some small tricks and transferred this power to the blue robe around him.

The dry cicada Taoist in the formation raised his hand and pressed it, and the nine corners lit up, and he inhaled the dragon qi under the altar violently, at this moment, all the monks sitting on the altar were still immersed in the sneer of the scene just now, but when the fourth corner of the formation lit up, they all noticed it, and their eyes changed suddenly.

This time, the absorption was too strong.

All eyes are on the search for provenance, finally

They all looked at Li Shuishan, who was still squirming.

Li Shuishan looked at many pairs of eyes with wide eyes, revealing a hint of doubt, and someone shouted: "Who took so much dragon qi?"

The entire altar had a solemn aura of sword drawing, and all the monks were thinking about it everywhere, until the Dry Cicada Daoist opened the fifth corner again in the formation, and the entire altar began to vibrate, Li Shuishan's face changed abruptly, and he said with a smile: "Is any of you willing to take the next step?"

Some of them pondered, and most of them gritted their teeth and said, "It's you?"

Li Shuishan flicked his sleeves and threw out a sheathed sword hanging in front of him, and he said calmly: "I think some people are reluctant to open the altar, and some people are because of oppression and greed, these benefits have been taken for decades, and some of you don't want to resist?"

Someone took the lead, it was a white-haired old man holding a light sword, his shabby robe dotted with four fingerprints, like a symbol of a sect, the hazy blood in front of him turned into a finger, he shouted: "Daoyou is young and really doesn't know the height of the sky, today I will take your head, and in the future hang it outside the mountain, let your master take it." ”

Li Shuishan smiled drunkenly: "It's just big talk." ”

The white-haired old man pointed in front of him, but Li Shuishan did not get up, and he lightly slammed the air and crushed it directly.

The light sword in his hand was thrown left and right, and as the palm of the sword was stretched, he opened his eyes like a green snake, and the breeze entered his sleeve, he was refreshed, but it was a pity that the person fighting was a young man hiding another person. He looked at each other, gritted his teeth and frowned, as if he had found something unforgivable. Li Shuishan didn't give any delay, stretched out his right hand to hold the scabbard, pulled it out in an instant, the wind behind him reversed, and the wind of the scabbard gushed and the dragon roared to the sky, only listening to one word: "Death." ”

This is another scene of ghost drawing a sword.

The white-haired old man broke his sword and spurted blood, and died.

Many of the monks gasped.

Rotten bamboo's eyelids jumped slightly, he was shocked by this situation, he really couldn't see that there was not much difference between the young man and the young man had such strength, which made him even more eye-catching, ruthless.

He kills and doesn't blink.

It doesn't seem to match his age.

Li Shuishan put his sword into the sheath and said lightly: "You can make a decision." ”

He raised his hand and pressed it on the altar, a puff of white smoke rose up, the altar shattered, countless stones fell to the empty space, an unprecedented dragon roar erupted, straight to the monks, those monks sitting cross-legged on the altar squinted and jumped, some were scolding, and the next moment they were cut off by an old man with his hand as a sword, and said with a smile: "You should have died a long time ago." ”

Chaos has arrived.

Li Shuishan got up and flew away, a strange breath came out of the altar, the power that had been detected belonged to this thing, but the eyes of the shocked people retreated one after another, everywhere it went, everyone would die, the wreckage fell to the bones, the robes were scattered, the swords were torn, and the monks who fled by pinching the law were all insulting Li Shuishan's shamelessness.

The battle between the monks is exactly like this, the people of the Dry Cicada Dao are not a small number of people killed at hand, if it weren't for the young man's body this time, he would have killed them all a long time ago, who will come?

The Dry Cicada Daoist will not do that, he can't control the life and death of the fourth layer, this time he will completely decide the connection between him and it, and in the future, he will scatter some of the cause and effect in his hands, and in the future, there will be no old man looking for the feeling of the dry cicada in the mountains and seas, and the only thing left is the boy who will accompany him on the last road, and he also wants to give everything to the boy who will participate in the competition, so that he can bear the power of many monks to compete for heavenly fortune and find the way forward.

Rotten bamboo drew his sword and killed, he didn't use all his cultivation, but he still had a killing intent towards the old monk, his eyes were solemn, and the spells he used were very different from others, while avoiding that power.