When the shackles of the flesh are abandoned, the world calls this realm transcendence, and there is a wide sea of clouds in the sky to pursue, but how many people in the world can jump out of this circle?

The four of them stopped beside the waterfall, Shanquan Ancestor looked down at the water rushing into the distance, carefully probed and groped, after a while, grabbed a handful of straw from it, pinched it gently, put it in the mouth and chewed dryly, like a cow said: "I haven't tasted it for a few days, his mother has a lot of salt, if it weren't for the stinky girl who said, don't feed you, you wouldn't know my father, how about this place? ”

The man he was talking about was not a living man with a glittering essence, but a dead man, who had no clothes on his body when he died, and his head was tilted behind his shoulders, and he was naturally very happy when he saw someone calling for him. In that mountain, there were often children crawling around, little monkeys, and they laughed at him as a child without a father. Laughing and laughing, he laughed when he was bored.

He jumped more than a foot high, and when he screamed, he instantly saw the scene outside the waterfall, and he thought of his father! This old immortal only came to see him now, if it weren't for his good heart, he would sit in the mud nest he had built, erect one house after another, and count them quietly, and tell himself for a while that he would build so many houses in the future. His grand ambition was told to the old man in front of him, and what he got was a stroking palm, and he smiled and cracked his teeth.

Li Shuishan looked around, only to find that there were a few babies running in the distance, their speed was very fast, obviously there were pieces of scars on their bodies, but there were a few more lip marks on their faces, which made people a little strange at first glance. Is there any kind of sexual encounter? Shan Quan Ancestor was not interested in life and death, and with a wave of his sleeves, he put them all in his sleeves.

They couldn't say what they wanted to say, cooing and holding their breath, impacting the robe above, as if venting their dissatisfaction, Shanquan Ancestor said without good words: "You nine babies, I am very dissatisfied with this work." If you dare to hand over all the treasures in your hands, that's good, you don't have to come back. I'll give you to the old demon of the Smoky Mountains and let them take care of you for me for a while. I'm going to do my own thing, you say, okay? Actually, when I pinch my fingers, I know what kind of shit you want to poop when you pout your ass. If you don't change your urine nature, it will be difficult for you to attain enlightenment. ”

The nine babies cried one by one: "Grandpa, what you say doesn't count, you said, let me resist that person once, you didn't say that I was not allowed to reveal your identity, where you go If we need it, you will hold us in the palm of your hand, this is what you said." Hmph, do you regret it now? Then I will smash your jar, so that you can no longer find our seeds, you will not be able to grow such a lovely baby as us, and there will be no such a well-behaved and intelligent baby again. Hum. Yes, huh...... It's ....."

Shan Quan Old Ancestor was angry, slapped his sleeve, as if hitting their buttocks, and then laughed, and when he was quiet, he grabbed the corpse in the waterfall again, and pierced the picture that the three of them saw with his fingertips. It turns out that everything is just a dream of a corpse, and this dream is waiting for someone who can set the flesh on fire.

The Dry Cicada Daoist gritted his teeth and flew out of Li Shuishan's mind, and then a small aura was pulled out like this, and the earth-shattering pressure took advantage of the clouds and mist in the sky to blow away directly. If it weren't for someone suppressing it,

Dozens of miles of clouds will be swept into a mess, and at that time, some monks will suspect that there are some rare treasures to be born here, where are so many good things?

Li Shuishan took a step back, the murderous aura leaked out, impacting the surrounding flowers and plants withered, Lan Yi's left eye was instantly filled with red intent, the blue robe on his body seemed to be smeared with red ink, and the breath on his body made the red-robed woman standing behind, Zangyun pursed her mouth tightly, hurriedly looked away, and didn't dare to look at it a second time, she seemed to be most afraid of this condensed killing intent.

"You're timid?"

Zangyun nodded slightly and said, "I'm afraid of ......"

Li Shuishan turned his head and said lightly: "Shizun also said that I was timid, and I think so, but I found that timidity doesn't seem to solve any problems, only..."

The murderous aura diffused from the purple robe, like plum blossoms blooming in winter, he stretched out his palm and pressed it gently, and a powerful aura erupted from him, but after a few breaths, it was extinguished, the world in his eyes had already changed, his own cultivation had never broken through the condensation realm, if it could prevail, it would bloom everywhere.

His outstretched palm was raised, hovering in the air, and said hoarsely: "I want to find a mountain." ”

"Yes. Shan Quan Old Ancestor said, "Don't go out of the territory of the Ghost Mountain, he needs three days to wake up, two days to move his body, until he adapts, you must return within a week." ”

Li Shuishan nodded.

The Dry Cicada Daoist melted into the corpse, slowly rising from his shriveled chest, "This will take a week, and you can't be impatient." This place is patronized by providence, and the flow of time changes. I calculated once, a week has passed here, and the outside world has only passed a day, so there is no need to worry. ”

Li Shuishan nodded, glanced at the red-robed woman, he was going to find his own mountain, I don't know what kind of mountain it is, but it is in line with his heart.

There are a lot of desolate places with ghosts, many places with lords are broken, there are thunder marks on the stones that are smashed, you can feel the monstrous meaning of conquest at a glance, how easy is it to kill people and kill ghosts?

If the courtiers who live in his pen don't even have the right to live, then how can they respect it in the future? The oppression of time and the hostility of the people who are hostile to it have gray eyes, and they cannot see any fruits of cultivation, and their lives are only one word, miserable.

There is no you in reincarnation, in the horn of death, swallowing your soul little by little, and a strong wind blows in the loess where you bury your bones, taking away your hope...... What you hope for will not be immediately manifested, because you do not conform to the will of the heavens, but the heavens have given you opportunities, so when there are people's selfish desires on that day, some people will think, will this day be people? Will people be little insects hidden in jars, they look at us with wide eyes, but we can't see their faces clearly?

A sage rolled a scroll and asked the heavens, since the ancient streams flowed eastward to the sea, will there be any truth in the world that will last forever? Will the great prosperity of the world last a long time? Will greed and selfish desires evolve from generation to generation and become pure?

The answers to all these questions are left to future generations to answer, and some people say that the sky can hear these questions, Li Shuishan doesn't think so, it knows best what the sky wants, but it doesn't know what it wants. If there are impurities in it, there will definitely be an invisible force to erase it and naturalize it completely. When thinking about the connection between life and heaven and earth, people call him a Taoist, a saint.

However, can those who are on the path of exploration be able to bear these two words?

The dead died, the wounded, and no one returned home with their bones.

The old is old, the remnants are remnant, and the world's wine enters the intestines.

The words of sighing are not the ones who feel much when they are looking for the mountain, and all the monks must have a belief in their hearts: my life is up to me, not to heaven. Even if Heaven wants to kill me, I will cut off one of Heaven's legs.

After flying for half a day, Li Shuishan wandered in the mountains, saw a half-flowing waterfall, the water began to swirl below, the mountain was broken, he walked in to see, it was a wonderful aura formation, there was an old man in a black robe, his eyes were prominent, his fingers were flattened, and he had long lost his breath. However, the formation that protected him was working all the time. When someone approached, the whirring wind blew out, and the murderous aura in the rear kept sweeping, and there was a piccolo in the formation, playing gently.

As soon as the flute was blown, one by one the armored warriors who fought with knives appeared, with a murderous aura and an amazing sight, but when he was close to Li Shuishan, he lightly, and without even pulling out the anti-scale boy sword on his body, it began to shatter.

Maybe it's because of the long time, coupled with the lack of aura support, Li Shuishan easily smashed all the armored warriors, but when he killed a batch, another batch came out later, but it was much weaker than just now, and half of the body of the black-robed old man dissipated, Li Shuishan nodded, stepped into the formation, slapped at the armored warriors, and directly killed all, then looked at the black-robed old man and sighed.

"Cultivator, I want to bury you and lay you in peace. ”

Li Shuishan's heart moved, the aura in his body moved, rolled up his sleeves, and the blue purple robe became larger, he didn't learn this kind of magic anywhere, but he saw the Gancia Daoist and the Shan Quan Ancestor, and there were some faint memories, he simply fused it and discovered the secret.

It is not necessary to use a lot of aura to add to the sleeves, but to integrate the mind with the robe, just like the blue robe he received when he first came into contact with the sect, this robe has many mysteries, the surprise that the master gave him is like this, he will not teach his disciples anything, everything needs him to be good at discovering and comprehending.

Li Shuishan found a good cemetery for him, and after he was buried, he took out the wine in his sleeve from nowhere, fell down gently, and said slowly: "When we see each other in life, we don't know each other in life and death, but we are just on the same path." ”

He got up gently, flew to the place where the old man put down the formation, studied it a little, a trace of light flowed from his eyes, and pondered: "This array is extraordinary, as for this piccolo with a beautiful sound and rhyme, it can summon a murderous armored warrior, if I can stay and integrate something into me, it will definitely increase this murderous aura a lot." ”

He thought that the murderous aura on his body was absorbed and preserved with this formation, and if it was sacrificed when he encountered difficulties, it could only take effect. It doesn't have much lethality yet, if he can kill the monks in the early stage of the state of mind or even the middle stage of the state of mind after he is promoted, it will also be a good magic weapon.

But he didn't know where to start, this side made him fall into contemplation, sat on the side for a long time, and lightly touched a corner, only to find that there were three stones on the ground, each emitting a faint light, Li Shuishan lightly pointed on it, and it made a crisp echo, and the formation would stop like a projection, and when he took it with his finger, it would appear.