The moment the scarecrow raised his hand, the dry cicada Taoist consciously gave way to a road, and the first demon he pointed to was the rotten bamboo who had lost his mind and was already hopeless, and a call to stop came out of his mouth, strange and quaint, with some mysterious timbre, but the body of the walking corpse who had already been unconscious opened its mouth, and the rotten flesh of the skin was dripping like a burning candle, and there was a steel fork on the sea water that was carried out by the water demon from the bottom of the water, as if shouting.

Rotten bamboo grew up under the blessing of the master from childhood to adulthood, and has a deep attachment to the sect, she does not want to see the tragic death of the cultivator of the same sect, if there is a glimmer of life, she will also take action, so he drew his sword from the storage bag and rushed out, the robe is surrounded by raging fire smoke, like an old dragon shadow wandering in the wind, and the remaining figure crosses the eyes of the bloated monk, and his eyes are gradually frightened with the blowing heat.

He was thinking in his heart, fortunately he didn't offend the three people, one was as imposing as a rainbow, one was hidden, and the other was mysterious.

If he dies under the sword of a swordsman, it is fine, but if he dies in a rage, it seems too frivolous, then why does he run around thousands of miles and go to the most dangerous places to avoid the haunts of monks? It's better to play with the little demon properly.

The momentum of the shot also alarmed the dry cicada Daoist, he smiled, and chose to sweep the water demon from the side, but he was extremely interested in the steel fork taken out of the water.

The water demon roared with an extremely imposing provocation, as if he was confident, and when he saw the fallen and sinking water boat fleet, he knew that they had experienced a battle, and this battle was also won. The demon mind that was silent in the joy of victory still wanted to get a little luck from this artifact.

The figure of the dry cicada Dao fell from above, sticking to the position of three or four inches on the surface of the sea, and the amplitude of the waves increased, and he flew up a few inches as soon as he straightened his chest, and felt the breath of the steel fork above was indeed not as strong as it was close to the sea.

Previously, when entering the fifth layer of the secret burial, the half-moon blood fork obtained was indeed a very mysterious key to the mountains and seas, opening up the hidden ghost mountain, where the legend is to attract greedy monks and make them a delicious meal under the mouth of wild ghosts.

They are still willing to go, and the purpose of the Dry Cicada Dao people is different, they have walked once before, and they have long understood some of the things in it, and now they are walking again, which is to find the secret passage to the eighth layer, which is the main thing.

They met the ancestor of Shanquan who suffered with the ghost saint a hundred years ago, and for some reason escaped the catastrophe of the mountains and seas, and was not found and killed by that force, but the strength of the whole body was also seriously degraded.

The ghost saint returned with blood, and there were ghosts in front of the mountain, and the legends of ghosts in the mountains that have been passed down for centuries have also been completely wiped out under their witness, and the ghost mother can no longer inherit the will and inheritance of the ancestors, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape death.

The eight-layer snake demon retreated, practiced in concealment, and waited for the catastrophe of the mountains and seas, while the water demon and evil creatures took the opportunity to make waves and carnival to the extreme.

It's all about the joy of war.

In the eyes of the Dry Cicada Dao people now, this place will also turn into a killing place, so he doesn't mind killing it in advance.

Li Shuishan clenched the peachwood sword, hung a calm heart, and said in his mouth: "The water demon is making waves, what is the origin of the steel fork?" He probably knew the mystery of the half-moon blood fork, and when his master saved him, he also felt the edge of the steel fork in his confusion, but it was not as extraordinary as the blood fork he saw with his own eyes.

The dry cicada Daoist spread his hands in front of his head, the waves behind him fell like rain, the steel fork carried out by the water demon emitted a deep cold light, and the traces of thunder and lightning were constantly flowing, and several water demons trembled and wrapped kelp in their hands, as if they were isolating this electricity.

There is a water demon

, his eyes were empty, but he could clearly feel the strangeness around him, drilling out of the water, lifting and holding the steel fork, the faint cold light was constantly spreading.

The rotten bamboo dragon walked to the hopeless monk's side, chanted a few ancient and obscure incantations in his mouth, raised the middle finger of his right hand and put a little on his forehead, the monk of the First Cultivation Sect was bleeding from seven holes, opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound, his eyes were blurred, his fingers crossed the seawater, washing away the burning rotten flesh and sticky substance on it, looking at him lightly, gritting his teeth and guessing on his forehead.

This is a unique healing method of the First Cultivation Sect, and it can also summon all his own One Cultivation Sect blessings, but the mountains and seas are too far away from the First Cultivation Sect, and the transportation capacity from the mountains has been exhausted, so the rotten bamboo fingers pressed on his eyebrows and retracted them, and they kept trembling, which had no effect, but the hatred of his grinning teeth disappeared, and he did not move, and what remained was a kind of pleasure that was about to be liberated.

Rotten bamboo could see that he was an extremely delicate monk before he was infected, but now his face was full of rotten flesh, which really made him unbearable, he grabbed the storage bag, took out a robe of a cultivator, put it on his body, and said, "Don't die!"

The monk's mouth was open, but he couldn't speak.

Li Shuishan held the monk back in the rotten bamboo, he arrived, the peach wood sword in his hand under the urging of blood, slashed through the air, there was a yellow light left, the water demon was not afraid of death rushed forward, they used more moves are indiscriminate, and will not directly face to face, but use their claws to attack the most vulnerable parts of people, one is the head, the other is the heart, and some of them poked out their claws from the water to grab the soles of people.

When their corrosive long claws stretched out from the surface of the sea, there was a cold smell spreading, and the smell of vomiting spread all over the area of dozens of feet, even if the sea breeze was difficult to blow away, so in those broken boat piles, there were some timid water demons smiling and eating the food left over by some water demons with large physiques and abilities.

Most of the bloody food was the flesh of the Terran monks, and of course there were some minced meat of fish in the water, which they squeezed into a ball and swallowed it into their mouths, chewing it lightly a few times and swallowing it down, watching the battle in the distance while eating.

The steel fork hovered on the surface of the water, making a buzzing sound, the empty-eyed water demon raised his arm, the thick skin folds on his body were like layers of rock and soil, like fungus spots growing on it, and he was still wearing a half-exposed human robe, but it was torn, and he spit out a hoarse human voice: "You will not come out of here, this fork comes from the silent deep sea, there is an adult in it who is waking up, and countless scattered forks will draw blood from your body and enhance the cultivation of that adult." In the future, you will all be prey!"

It gently brushed the steel fork, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, which seemed to wake up the sleeping beast, and the water demon hoarsely raised his finger and pointed at several people: "Kill them! Your Excellency needs their flesh and blood to sacrifice! Your Excellency needs the wails of all those who resist!"

The steel fork seemed to open a pair of invisible eyes, constantly scanning a few people, and rushed out of the sea in an instant, the dry cicada Taoist gently spread his hands on the water surface and turned down, and the waves behind him instantly rose from bottom to top, forming a water curtain, and a tornado rolled up behind, which seemed to be supporting.

He raised his hand in seriousness and flew up, he already understood the origin of the steel fork, of course, he also learned that the water demon he cast was not a demon in the floating layer of the mountains and seas, but from the deep sea, as for the water demon that followed him, it may be a group of small minions that it conquered with strength or words, and had a strong desire to win and kill the demon, and at this time was carried to the climax by the water demon who used the steel fork.

The sound of their cheers also became stronger and stronger with the sound of the steel fork breaking the wind

Fen's facial expression distorted, and he ran forward bravely, as if he was going to be the first to slaughter the human race in front of him, they came to the mountains and seas, took away their territory, took away their resources, and killed their demon kind, and the bloody killing consciousness broke out again.

The scarecrow slashed out a bloody water from the water, raised the black long sword in his hand, and several water demons in front of him were killed and their heads were killed, and the thick and disgusting liquid flowing to the sea avoided corroding a part of the sea water, and the black sword light was constantly surrounding, always swimming around Li Shuishan, and the peach wood sword in his hand had already shot, and the jump in the texture had reached the extreme.

He didn't know that in the suppression of Ghost Mountain, his peachwood sword was cut off by the Ghost Saint clone, and when it came to the Shan Quan Ancestor of Luyuan Mountain, it was also helpless, but when he spliced it together, it healed automatically, and returned to Li Shuishan's back.

Shan Quan Ancestor even saw the remaining silver iron sword and bronze sword, which made him laugh suddenly with a serious expression, he didn't know if this was fate or grace? As for the punishment that fell on Li Shuishan, he couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it, he only knew that the Mandate of Heaven came to his side and had to make a choice.

The Dry Cicada Dao people made a choice by chance, and after he saved the lives of several people from the hands of the Ghost Saint, he also had to make the final choice, he laughed and pondered the pain, the woman who hid the clouds was also the result of his lifelong calculation, but he didn't expect to attract the cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven.

There are a total of 300 Heavenly Destiny Seeds sown in the world, and there is one in front of me.

He can't see if this one can go to the end, he doesn't know whether to gamble, if he wins, he can calmly walk out of the mountains and seas, see the mysteries of the world, if he loses, he will inevitably bury the bones and bury the loess.

He didn't know who the old madman was, and he didn't know that Zangyun not only had a bowl of white porridge with him, but also had something to do with Taibei Mountain, if she was lost, it would inevitably lose her previous efforts, so he continued to take her, just like the words he promised, Li Shuishan also wanted to wait for a full explanation from Shizun.

The water curtain turned and fell, and the steel fork swam through it without any effect, and the first person to be killed was the Gancia Dao man, so he turned around and went straight to him.

The ancient sword in the hand of the dry cicada Daoist emanated a quaint aura that became a multicolored stone sword similar to the previous one in the trace of multicolored patterns he pulled out of his arm, thinking of this stone sword, it was on Li Shuishan, but in the corpse of the young man who escaped from the formation, it became a lifeless sword.

The five colors were also drawn out by him from the fourth time, after all, it was something that he had worked hard to refine and take away after waiting for maturity, but after the catastrophe came, he could not protect himself, and someone would come to occupy it after it was postponed, but fortunately, Xiangliu was not dead, guarding the majesty of the lord of the fourth layer of mountains and seas that he left behind.

Now that the five colors are in a state of exhaustion, Xiangliu is afraid that he has returned to the fourth layer early and is alone waiting for his return.

The ancient sword is the death qi in the young man's body plus his own age qi, a sword that has been refined into a stone sword, and the breath of immortality is also in line with his temperament, he stretched out his hand and exerted force from the hilt of the sword again, and the ancient sword threw out the last colorful and fell into the rear.

The steel fork was not afraid of anything, and the speed was extremely fast, and it was only a few feet away from him in an instant, and the colorful colors he dropped only paused to break free and kill, and the breath of the deep sea suddenly stained the skin of the legs of the dry cicada Daoist.

The robe he was wearing was shattered like ice in an instant, his fingers twisted, and there was a yellow and white formation disk in front of him, moving from the top of his head downward, stopping at the bottom of his feet and being guessed by him, and it shattered with a snap, and the ancient sword also called out in his mouth at the moment: "One, a lamp." ”