"Mountains outside the mountains, people outside people. Who dares to call himself a good man?"

The Lie Ginseng pursed his lips and said, "Why can't they? They are all cultivators, retrograde in the will of heaven, who doesn't have a few lives in their hands? Even if the cause and effect of the world are brought together, it is just a dispute." You should have died, but you survived unexpectedly, young man..."

The dry cicada Taoist cleared his throat and said: "Goodness exists, but it is only relative. I should have died, maybe it was the kindness that I had accumulated, so that I could see the man of destiny again, I was in the moment of melting into the blood cloud, and blessed all my soul power on his body, and you will not see my true appearance in the future, and I will naturally retreat after seeing what I meet. ”

The Lie Ginseng Man frowned and said, "What are you seeing? Could it be a ten-layer mysterious existence?"

The dry cicada Taoist nodded and said: "Exactly, a dry cicada drought in the world, when I realized the first layer of meaning and sucked the fourth layer of the earth soul dry, even if it rained heavily for a hundred days, it could not moisten the soil, but fortunately, after a hundred years, it can be seen to recover." The second dry cicada collapsed, I didn't take the fourth layer as a benchmark, I embarked on the road of parade, at that time I was still in a daze, I couldn't see any Taoist law, only killing demons can relieve the sigh in my heart. I entered the fifth layer and killed all the demons, but I couldn't find the root cause that could be eliminated. I turned the demon body into the earth, smelted the second dry cicada, and when the comprehension was completed, the earth collapsed and formed, and the demon corpse turned into ashes. The third time I dried the cicada, I walked out of the mountains and seas, and the figure that had originally put me in it with a palm also disappeared with the sword that cut the sun and moon of the mountains and seas. ”

"I saw the mullet in the Gorge Mountain, I saw the grass sunflower in the Rotten Ping Mountain, and I saw the weeping Sansheng Stone on the top of the ruined mountain... That was my most painful moment, I never thought that the three tears, the soul of the three lives, is the dry cicada I pursued, I enlightened for a hundred days, and finally got the heart, I had no intention when I went out of the mountain, but when I stepped into the mountains and seas, the universe turned upside down. ”

"Those weak monks can't perceive this moment of blood spilling, a cold eye patrols the mountains and seas, one finger can kill a person, I don't kill it, the body is scattered, only a trace of soul will be integrated into the blood cloud that has not yet formed, I know that the remnant is also my calamity. And my fourth dry cicada is my emptiness, and I have no desire or desire in my heart, but I can't let go of the mysterious finger, the ancient corpse that is bubbling with purple gas, and the sense of crisis that is coming. ”

After thinking about it, the Lie Ginseng took out a storage bag full of bells from his waist, and swayed it gently, a baby with a big mouth and a small head floated out, his legs turned into a roll of cigarette willows, lit his eyebrows and asked, "Little baby, tell me, what disaster is going to happen?"

The big-mouthed and small-headed baby pouted and puffed her lips, and asked childishly, "Are you willing to spend one of two chances to listen to me?"

The Lie Ginseng nodded without hesitation.

The big-mouthed small-headed baby took a breath of air, and the aura within a few miles around it gathered into water droplets, swallowing into his mouth, his small meat legs sat cross-legged, his mouth seemed to be singing a cradle song, and the dense white milk light fell, he opened his small eyes and said lightly: "As the old saying goes, there are ghosts in the mountains, and ghosts live behind the mountains because of the retreat of the edge. A hundred years ago, demons and monsters fought, and they were killed and wounded, and there was a tendency to repeat the mistakes of the past. The pain of opening the mountain, the joy of opening the mountain is about to appear, the ancient corpse sits on the tenth floor, he is stationed in the mountains and seas of the sword heart, because of the loss of the sword spiritual cultivation is not good, only the sleep can be replenished. After three rounds, the war can be started. ”

When Lie Shen heard this, his brows tightened, and he asked, "How long is the third round?"

The big-mouthed little head asked, "Are you willing to spend one last chance asking me?"

The Lie Ginseng tapped his fingertips, put him into the storage bag, and exhaled a breath of air, this kind of news was a little shocking, but the dry cicada said: "If I guess correctly, the mountains and seas will be inspected once a month, and if there is no gaze, it will be after three months." ”

"March?" asked the Lie Ginseng, "March is inevitably a little too short, and you see that everything is flat, and wait for the purpose of this inspection to come." Subject to change. ”

The Dry Cicada Daoist closed his eyes and rested for a while, the demons and demons were also approaching, he swung his sword to kill him but was stopped by the Fierce Ginseng and said: "I have been on the fifth layer for decades, observing changes every day, and your big killing like this will only upset the balance, so that the fourth and sixth layers will be affected." Look at my face, let them go this time. ”

The Dry Cicada Daoist looked down at the demonic mountain flowing down the blood, and nodded slightly, "Since the Martyr Daoist has his own plans, I won't interfere in it, but I want to use the blood mountain to take away the half moon in the sky, as well as the hidden secret treasure." ”

Lie Shen Ren frowned and said: "You are still too greedy, this hidden treasure has been searched by so many monks, and they are all empty-handed, you said that you took away the half moon of the sky, I have some faith, after all, I have seen too much surprise in you." ”

The dry cicada Taoist turned his head and smiled, "You go back, there is not much time left." Talking to you is the end of my cause and effect with you. ”

As soon as the Lie Ginseng raised his hand and flew into the tower, the armored people lined up, the eyes of the dry cicada Taoist were like torches, and the blood was mottled, and he pressed on the mountain where the demons and evil were piled up by Li Shuishan's arm, and a faint thin gas evaporated from below, he gently sank his hand, boom, and the blood rose to the sky, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and retreated, and then hammered out in a circle, bang, the blood and gas condensed in the sky pressed on the nine heads of Xiangliu at this moment, and he shouted: "Xiangliu comes." ”

Xiang Liu's nine heads roared angrily, he spewed out fishy pus, and then merged into the blood, and another Xiang Liu with nine heads was born.

The slapping blood water turned into nothing at this moment, the dry cicada Daoist clenched his fist, and the breath of the whole person rushed to the later stage of the state of mind, but only for a moment, the half-moon blood shadow in the sky was stacked, this is a false moon, there is sea water on the moon, there are clouds, and there is a blood fork, this blood fork began to devour the surrounding aura after it was in force, and directly dented a large hollow, although the Lie Ginseng people were retreating, but they were still surprised by this kind of blood qi.

He saw the phantom of the blood fork fall from his jaw, "This is the blood fork after half a moon, it is a high-grade spirit treasure, no, no, there is a slight trace of the best breath." No wonder he wanted to take the half moon. ”

The dry cicada Taoist said, "Take it." ”

He pinched it with one hand, his eyes were full of blood, and he smiled at Xiangliu: "Xiangliu Zhifeng, I haven't seen it for a long time, I want you to ask for the moon." ”

Xiang Liu roared and stepped on the flat ground, his body suddenly changed three or four times, his huge head clicked and fell, tightly stuck in the air, the blood qi guided the trembling of the blood fork, it was not frightened, but a desire to seek flesh and blood, he fell directly, straight to Xiang Liu's head.

The eyes of the dry cicada Dao people were closed, and at this moment they opened suddenly, raised their hands and pressed them, and let out an intriguing chirp from their mouths, this sound, far away and even farther away, this entire five-layer land, opened a pair of alarmed eyes, which contained the eyes of the human race, the eyes of the demon race,

The evil creature struggled with two hollow eye sockets, and the cry of this life fell into the ears of any human monk, and it turned into a summer cicada, but this cicada cry was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it could simply break the winter ice and snow.

A pair of big hands were raised, and the entire dry earth cracked several feet, and I didn't know it without looking at it, and I was shocked on the spot when I saw it.

A drop of water hung in the air, and the blood also rose from the surface of the lake, standing still in front of the young man, "I condensed my lifelong cultivation only to realize the song of the four dry cicadas, the first three are all in my heart, only the fourth, I take the opportunity to come to the mountains and seas again this time, that is, to calculate the fourth way." And this first one is used to take away the blood fork of Half Moon. ”

Dry cicada Dao people palm down, at this time, slightly raised, the murderous aura of the sky is rich to the extreme, when the blood fork is inserted into the third head on the left side of Xiangliu, the blood flows upstream, and the remaining eight heads open the blood basin mouth and bite down one after another, grabbing the back half of the iron handle of the blood fork, and pulling it out in pain, the same blood shadow as Xiangliu rotates and pats, directly shattering the blood qi around the blood fork, and the two are fused.

The speed at which the blood fork sucked faster, and the speed at which the blood shadow was faster.

But the dry cicada Daoist did not hesitate, grabbed the blood fork, the cicada in front of him moved slightly, and the ripples shattered the surrounding earth, sending out the second vibration in history, and it was connected to the distance, which was confused for a long time, and found the fifth layer of cold stone cultivation in his mouth, and there was a person and a soul vomiting, the smell of blood here was really unbearable, but looking at the cracked earth, cracks were writhing.

One person and one soul looked weird, "What kind of strange phenomenon is this?"

Han Shixiu frowned tightly, and stepped away, he wanted to find the source of the vibration, and the faint sound of the cicada, he had never heard this kind of summer cicada chirp in the mortal dust, but here he heard it, the birth of the man of destiny must be accompanied by some intentions, he had already appreciated it in a booklet, which clearly recorded those who were born and came into being, as well as those whose fate was not under his control, and those who were not controlled by the sad human race, which can be called slaves.

But slave is only the name of the superior, and thousands of Taoists do not recognize it.

He stepped on his feet frantically, a person and a soul had to look at each other and followed, the sound of the cicada here from the previous pleasure to a climax, slowly flattened down, murderous rush out, the blood fork was overflew in an instant, a thin hand mastered, but it attracted an unhappy killing machine, this blood fork was scattered into three, killing Li Shuishan's body, and the dry cicada Taoist used his body to perform a trick.

The moment he pinched the trick, the cicada chirped even brighter, stimulating the blood fork to be extremely angry, "Half Moon Fork, you are the mother of the mountains and seas outside, I took you today, just to let you return to the chest of my Taoist, do you know how many monks have died due to the generations of murderous blood forks you have evolved." Those demons are very cheerful, I think, you don't want to see yourself as the opposite of the human race?"

"Think about your master, did he look at you from afar? He fed you with his own blood before he died, for fear that you would be cut off from the battle. Do you remember what he said to you? Today I will give you a quote. The dry cicada Taoist spoke, smiling a lot.

"Your master vomited blood, he fell down the cliff with you in his hand, you were crushed under the rocks because of his corpse, the sun and the moon had not yet receded, the weather was cold and mild, you soaked in his tears, do you think, is your own fierceness his mercy?"