The mountain giant and the others had to turn around and go back to the boat, leaving the handrail of the infant spirit young clan to struggle to stand up, his feet were hanging in the air, the vegetation growing in front of him was dense, and he looked up at Li Shuishan's departing figure with a complicated expression.

The cold stone behind him walked with a little grass, and his vigorous body was in strong contrast with his rough body, and his mouth kept saying words of exhortation, but it was useless.

The clouds and mist on the horizon shrouded it, mixed with bloody murderous aura, and the corpses under the silence rolled up the surrounding remnants and probed again, revealing deep hollow eyes, and the rain falling in the air was bloody.

After a brief moment's hesitation, the corpse slowly retreated.

The infant spirit young clan opened his white eyes and looked around, smiled slightly at the retreating few people, stretched out his white hands and pressed them on the wet ground, the cracks spread out with the momentum of stealing the bell in a circle of ears, and the ripples in circles were debauched, and the white turned into milk, and the seven-petal green leaves and white flowers emerged and struggled to float up and fell. Turned into an ocean.

The corpses trapped within it exhaled turbidity, and the empty eyes were red in the retreating breaths, and a trace of white water flowed from the eye sockets. Their expressions of struggle slowly weakened, like water ghosts drowning in the water, extremely gloomy.

These corpses were all the bones of the monks who had died in battle, most of them had broken legs and arms, and some only had a single head left, and they were dominated by the demonic thoughts or murderous aura in their hearts, and they went crazy.

But these bones after death have become impure motives, and the magic weapons of those evil cultivators have been cultivated.

Hundreds of corpses were fused by a shallow layer of water waves, slowly swallowing their breath and turning into a flat earth.

At this moment, a distinct octagonal formation suddenly struggled out, and the wrinkled yellow rotten robe flew out from dozens of miles away, the rough print on the surface of the robe blurred the portrait of the Bahu Taoist, the ears were as big as buttoned bowls, and the small mouth was thin and tasteful.

The Taoist on it is still unfinished, and after a few years, with the help of the sleeping infant spirit young clan's exposed vitality and nourishment, devouring the spirit and creating the law, he can complete the sacrifice of the magic weapon on his body, but he never thought that the infant spirit young clan, who would not wake up easily, opened his eyes and buried all his sacrificial corpses, and fell into a gaze that he didn't know how to describe.

He jumped out of his robe like a paper painting, stepped into his sleeve, and sucked in the air and retreated to escape.

The mountain giant squinted and said, "What a gut, attack the infant spirit." ”

The infant spirit young clan jumped up on his knees, a hundred birds flew from a distance, the water mist covered him, he gently retracted his middle finger and popped it out slightly, the rain floating in the sky paused in an instant, and the water vapor in the range of dozens of miles on the plain was sucked dry, condensed into a water cloth, and fluctuated and sank in front of his face.

Taoist sleeves

After being close, the water fell behind him, and he was killed.

The intention of killing him made him tremble, gritted his teeth and threw down his robe, twisted out a few round small corpse bones in the palm of his hand, the bones were smooth and flat, the joints were scattered and scattered, the undried hair on the skull fell into dust, and a gray coat in front of him was blown away, melting into the water, and the dry hands and claws in the water came out of thin air, straight to the mouth of the infant spirit, he turned around and threw out a piece of jade pendant, which turned into smoke and disappeared.

The infant spirit turned his head and ran in the direction of Li Shuishan's departure, and the flying claws were blocked by the emerald green vines, turning into rotten sewage. The infant spirit stepped for dozens of miles, and the breath of the surrounding sky exploded into a roll of cracks, Gu Feng Dao didn't think it was so strange, but when he thought of the young man brought by the mountain giant, he had some doubts in his heart.

Although the juvenile aura is weak, it has a variety of powers, and it is more deliberately suppressed, I don't know if it is self-suppression, or if others take him as the benchmark and have a purpose.

Li Shuishan's blood-red eyes, the murderous aura around him was within ten inches, expanding over time, and some monks who were alone on the third floor raised their hands and pressed their magic weapons, they were still very hungry for this tempting young man's blood. You must know that being compressed in this endless and boring layer, being alone and having fun are different ways.

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to tie up a young man who was alone for his own amusement, and to swallow a few mouthfuls of fresh blood when he couldn't bear it! But their rolling thoughts fell through on the white-robed man who appeared behind them, they may not have seen such a gentle young man, his breath was incomprehensible, and even the aura in his body felt hollowed out.

They went into hiding, and they cultivated in concealment.

Under the tree sat an old urchin with a wooden hammer and smashing stones, with a three-inch pigtail on top of his head, swallowing a mouthful of bright red liquor, and muttering about the good life of his first half of life, there were fish and meat, and there were beautiful women for a long time, but the good days were so fleeting. A sip of wine, a sip of food, and the life of a group of women and a sea no longer exists. He could only see it a few times in his dreams, and every time he woke up, he played the hand he held up with a fluke mentality, making a seductive sound.

He also learned to stir his fingers in his mouth, looking for a suitable position to blow the good voice of 'leading women'. But it's just an autumn rain, and after that, it's winter.

He hasn't even seen a few handsome men now, and every day in the face of those big men who pick their feet and smack them twice in their mouths, they are also uncomfortable in their hearts, don't want to, who knows how long this kind of life will last?

But those stout and sloppy men smiled softly at him, as if a black cloud had risen sharply in the sky, and there was no below

The fruit farmers who are looking forward to the rain, mother, are so rare.

But good luck often comes, bad luck also comes, the wooden hammer smashes stones, and I think the brain case is broken, so a person is bored to the point where he can spit out and practice while drinking lyrically, I don't know how many heroes and heroes are put in his stomach, how many witty words and poems, and there are often some curious demons in the water who laugh at him for being lonely, but he laughs at a happy one.

Eat barbecue today.

When Li Shuishan came over, his eyes were distorted, and he waved his hand and shouted: "Little friend, come down and drink a glass of fine liquor, I will smash the stake and burn some tea for you, the fragrance in the stomach is much better than those old monks in the deep temple." Seeing that you are extraordinary, why are you in a hurry? Let the old man help you do things together. ”

Wood smashing wood?

Or is it wood smashing stones?

Many old men who have not yet woken up complained to themselves: "The old immortal will kill your head." ”

Li Shuishan went straight to the distance, the cloud sail hung on the wall, the infant spirit behind him walked steadily, curiously chased in front of him, observed for a long time, silent, the people who saw this scene on the way swallowed and were horrified, those who had encountered such things in the early years, none of them were silent, why did the eight-layer thing appear in three layers? The fish jumping in the water lowered the corners of their eyes one after another, swallowed into their stomachs, and the water ripples on the surface of the water slowly fluctuated, falling to the shore to shock the shy flowers and plants.

The infant spirit looked at a black void with him, and drilled into it, Li Shuishan's expression trembled, and the murderous aura devoured the aura in his body from time to time, walking a few steps, the blue lines of the lotus leaves were bright, and he jumped into the water in the next step, and the pain torn in his heart could be said to have penetrated into his whole body, pulling the depths of his soul.

The infant spirit didn't seem to understand his expression, and learned his movements to get into the water, as smooth as a fish, and then jumped out of the water, saying word by word: "You, you, me, me, me?"

Li Shuishan opened his bloody eyes and said fiercely: "You don't have to say it anymore, why are you following me?"

The infant spirit smiled and said, "You?me?"

Li Shuishan waved his hand and left, there was a killing intent in his eyes, and he needed to use blood to suppress the desire in his heart, the infant spirit in the back blinked, smiled and swallowed a mouthful of spiritual energy, as if he had found something?

It stretched out its palm and gently grabbed Li Shuishan's robe, and the plants full of life climbed up one by one, but soon died tragically from the ferocious murderous aura.

At the moment of their contact, a series of red thunder silk lingered, splitting head-on, Li Shuishan's eyes were hot, his hair was scattered, and there was a trace of the shadow of an old madman.