Three thousand miles west of the yellow wind, a pulse of Pingyang quicksand river.

Zhou Bai and Liu'er walked against the wind, and in less than two days, they came to a vast wasteland, which was different from the desolation of other places, where the loess fruit dew and the vegetation were sparse.

Zhou Bai squatted down and stretched out to grab a handful of soil, only to find that white particles were faintly visible in it, and when he looked up, the entire plateau was uninhabited, and wisps of dead air slowly overflowed from the ravines everywhere, Zhou Bai couldn't help frowning and said, "This is saline-alkali land?"

Liu'er picked up a handful of sand and soil in the same way as Zhou Bai, stretched out his tongue and licked it, pouted and said: "The leylines here are dead, the grass and trees are not alive and the spirit is scattered, although I don't know what the teacher said about 'saline', but the soil is indeed a little bitter and salty." ”

With a light sigh, Zhou Bai slapped the soil off his hand and said, "Let's go." He vaguely guessed in his heart the cause of the Eight Hundred Quicksand River.

Sure enough, when the two of them walked through a mountain col, the roar from the front became more and more intense, and the loess under their feet shook, and endless sand and gravel rolled down from the hillside, and in a moment the entire mountain col was already filled with a layer of yellow sand and dust mist.

Zhou Bai frowned slightly, a wisp of mana waved with his long sleeves, turning into a tornado to protect the two of them, a little finger, the wind cleared and the dust dispersed, Zhou Bai refocused his attention on the torrent behind the mountain col.

"Tsk~ amazing, amazing. Six ears and three or two steps up the hillside, full of astonishment looking at the big waves in front of him, and the collapse of the mountain visible to the naked eye, whenever he saw a piece of mountain poured into the river, he felt inexplicable excitement, if it wasn't for Zhou Bai beside him, he must have flown to the side of the huge waves, carefully watching the landscape of the mud and sand roll.

Zhou Bai looked sideways, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, only to see an eight-hundred-mile-wide long river flowing down in front of him, constantly impacting the mountains on both sides, and the plateau here is vast, but there is little vegetation and vegetation, which makes every impact will roll a large amount of surrounding sediment into the river, reciprocating endlessly.

This scene in front of Zhou Bai couldn't help but remind him of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River in his previous life, every time the Yellow River flooded the Central Plains downstream, it was tantamount to a catastrophe, and the sediment that rolled down from the Loess Plateau every day continued to raise the height of the riverbed, so that it exceeded the ground on both sides of the river.

Going down the quicksand river, Liu'er suddenly found that Zhou Bai had become a little silent, and wondered, "Teacher, what are you worried about?"

Zhou Bai was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, I just thought of something that didn't exist." ”

"It doesn't exist?" Liu'er pursed his lips and said softly, "Since it doesn't exist, why bother with it." ”

Zhou Bai smiled bitterly: "You're right. Looking at Liu'er walking on the riverbank, Zhou Bai smiled and said, "Liu'er, how is your underwater kung fu?"

Liu'er scratched his head and hesitated: "There is not much difference between the strength of Pingri, since the cultivation of the Shangqing Immortal Duel, this shortcoming has strengthened a lot, although the realm has not changed much compared to before, but the direction of cultivation is clearer, and the realm is also a lot more complete." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhou Bai gratefully, and said, "Although there is a difference between the Nine Turns Xuangong given to me by the teacher and the Eight or Nine Xuangong given to me by that person, they are extremely compatible, and even the condensed mana can be transformed at will." ”

Zhou Bai said with a smile: "The alchemy techniques of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism are all based on the forging of the Wu clan, and the ten thousand laws return to the source, and the two can naturally communicate with each other." ”

After the precipitation of several river valleys, although the color of the quicksand river is still turbid yellow-brown, it is no longer as fierce and vicious as before, and the two banks gradually have the breath of life.

A group of farmers in short robes and coarse clothes are hugging a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest walking towards the riverbank.

Liu'er glanced at it curiously, and then showed a disdainful expression.

The monks who were only in the Qi training period actually dared to come to suppress the Heavenly Generals, but they didn't know that once the things in this river were shot, not only would they die on the spot, but even the farmers around them would not be able to escape.

"Hey, you two! Yes, it's you!" Seeing two living people walking on the riverbank, the Taoist in the crowd couldn't help frowning and said, "This place is sinister, there are demons in the river, if you two don't want to die, come over faster." ”

When the farmer next to him saw the immortal master speak, he also hurriedly echoed, "That's it, you two hurry up and leave the riverbank, there are monsters in the river!"

Zhou Bai shook his head, glanced at Liu'er, and with a turn of his eyes, his figure floated in the air, and flew in front of the group of farmers with a whirlwind.

"Monsters, where are the monsters?" Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Liu'er smiled and grimaced, "What are the monsters?"

"Monkey .... Monkey Demon?!" Seeing the six ears that suddenly flew over, several timid farmers only felt that their legs were weak, fell to the ground, pointed to the appearance of the six ears, and shouted in a hissing voice, "Immortal master, help!

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Liu'er with a pale face, and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat that broke out from his forehead, this hairy-faced monk with a thunderous mouth was undoubtedly a demon clan, although the other party did not deliberately release his own coercion, however, it was this unintentional aura that was enough to make him tremble.

It's definitely an immortal level, not even an ordinary earth immortal and a true immortal.

The middle-aged Taoist secretly speculated, took out a jade talisman from his arms and hung it on his waist, the Taoist took a step forward, bowed and saluted: "Xiaodao Yulin has seen this immortal. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and hurriedly helped the peasant who was so soft that he was on the ground that he covered his mouth with nonsense.

Liu'er glanced at the Taoist ornament and said with a smile: "You are from the Kunlun Immortal Sect?"

The Taoist breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, since the other party recognized this thing, then he was relieved, you know, whenever he met a Xuanmen monk, this jade talisman and the Kunlun behind him were invincible.

The Taoist bowed down and said: "Xiao Dao is the twenty-third generation disciple of the Yuxu Sect, I don't know the ..... of the immortals" The Taoist asked tentatively, his eyes drooped, and he didn't dare to look directly at the six ears.

After tens of thousands of years of wandering in the wilderness, what kind of scene have you never seen, Liu'er naturally understood the other party's intentions, looked back at Zhou Bai in the distance, and thought of something that he had never thought about, and then laughed and said: "When Old Man Jiang set up a faction, I also went to watch the ceremony, but I don't know that after so many years, he is still there?"

The Taoist stiffened, and said with a sad face: "Seniors, don't use the trail to open up, the ancestor has re-entered reincarnation as early as three thousand years ago and returned to the ancestral door." "Whether what the other party said is true or not, it is not good news for him, if it is true, it means that he has collided with his predecessors, if it is false..... That shows that the relationship between this predecessor and the Kunlun Jade Void faction is not a good fate, but a grudge.

"Returning to the teachings?" Liu Er sneered when he heard this, "No wonder I haven't been able to find him for so many years, it turns out that I went home to find a backer." Knowing Jiang Shang's news, Liuer waved his hand and said: "The things in the quicksand river are not something you can provoke, be careful not to cheat the money and even put your life here, even if Jiang Shang is here at that time, I won't dare to give you a head." ”

"The trail understands, the trail understands. Seeing that Liu'er did not break out, the Taoist hurriedly fled with the farmers around him, and he didn't even dare to look back at the thought of raising his mind.

Liu'er looked in the direction of the southwest, spat with disdain on his face, and turned to Zhou Bai.

"You and Jiang still have cause and effect?"

After the two walked for a while, Zhou Bai suddenly asked, with a bit of curiosity and inexplicability in his tone.

Liuer shook his head and said: "I don't have any grievances with him, and throughout the period of the gods, I have been hiding in the shadows and dare not get involved." Liu'er paused for a moment and added: "I heard that Yuan Hong was assassinated by Jiang Shang, although the four of us have never known each other, we have a lifeline connection, when he fell, I felt inexplicable, and the grief was inexplicable. A voice in my heart kept telling me that he wanted me to avenge him. ”

Liu'er sighed, scratched his head, and said faintly: "But my natal supernatural power tells me that it is good for us that he is dead." ”

Zhou Bai was stunned when he heard this, he hadn't heard Liu'er mention this matter, nor had he seen it in the Romance of the Gods or the Journey to the West, and his heart flashed, Zhou Bai recalled the speculation mentioned in some niche texts in his previous life, and wondered: "It's not the four monkeys of the mixed yuan, and if the four of them are all there, they are incomplete, and only one person is left to be complete?"

Six Ears' heart trembled, and he muttered, "Chaos Demon Ape....."

Along the way, both of them fell silent, mainly because Liu'er, who had always been restless, became silent, so that the originally noisy atmosphere began to be a little cold, until a wisp of sword qi crossed the sky, setting off a huge wave in the quicksand river beside them, which woke up the two who were deep in thought.

As a 'sword cultivator', Zhou Bai is naturally the most sensitive to sword qi, but the invisible sword qi in front of him seems to be an illusion simulation, only the sharpness of the sword, but there is no restraint of qi.

A stone tablet not far away attracted the attention of the two people, and when the two approached, they found that they saw that the stone tablet was about six feet high, one arm was thick, and several columns of small characters were written on it, 'Eight hundred quicksand boundaries, three thousand weak water depths.' The goose feathers can't float, and the reed flowers sink at the bottom. Zhou Bai knew in his heart, this should be the location of the Rolling Shutter General's cave mansion.

Although he didn't know what kind of material the stele was, Zhou Bai felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this kind of stone somewhere.

What attracted the attention of the two was the ethereal aura on the stone tablet that had not yet been completely dissipated.

Liu'er knocked on the stele lightly, and couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect to meet the acquired spirit treasure here, but it's a pity that I don't like the moon shovel." With that, he picked up the stone tablet and threw it into the quicksand river beside him.

The sword qi in the sky was still falling, and the stone tablet mixed in between also sank to the bottom of the water with the split water surface.

Zhou Bai glanced at Liu'er suspiciously, and said, "Since you know that it is his magic weapon, why do you want to return it to him?"

Liu'er laughed and said: "Since I practiced the Shangqing Immortal Method, I haven't really done it, and now I finally met an existence that can be killed directly, of course I have to fight with him." ”

As soon as the words fell, a huge wave rose into the sky, and endless mud and sand churned out of the water, forming a canopy, blocking the sword qi that had not yet fallen into it.

"Hahaha!" Blood surged from the depths of the water, and an unkempt strong man jumped out and said with a cruel smile: "Who returned my magic weapon, wait for me to take it into my belly, thank you well." ”

The strong man's mouth was full of fishy smell, the smile on Liu'er's face gradually converged, looking at the demon in front of him with a blood-red beard and three white bone skeletons hanging from his neck, the corner of Liu'er's mouth cracked a solemn smile, "Very good, very good." No wonder the teacher said, even if we kill you, the Jade Emperor will not punish us, I didn't expect that after one hundred and fifty years, you have already fallen into a demon, and your wisdom is not obvious. ”

Liu'er's eyes narrowed, and the whole person disappeared from the sight of the rolling shutter in an instant.

I felt that my body seemed to be hit by a mountain, and the whole person flew out upside down, shoveled the ground with the moon, and fell deeply into the mountain on the other side.

"Who are you sacred, do you dare to report your name?!" The curtain forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood, and looked at the thin man in front of him less than seven feet tall with a cautious face, the hidden aura of the other party's skinny flesh made him feel a sense of jealousy.

In any case, first delay time with dialogue, calm down the blood and then fight with it, this is the most appropriate way to deal with it after being attacked, as a long-time enlightened general, he naturally understands this.

Liu'er didn't answer his question, but asked rhetorically, "For more than a hundred years, how much flesh and blood have you gluttoned." Rubbing his wrist, Liu'er said coldly.

The curtain smiled and was about to answer, when another person appeared next to him.

Zhou Bai's face was gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Spare the dead and come back to life without punishment, and be degraded to the east bank of the quicksand." When you are full, you are trapped in this mountain, hungry to go through the waves in search of food. When the woodcutter dies in my life, the fisherman sees that I am all lost. There are many people who come and go, and they are rewound and miasma. I'm sure you've forgotten how many sins you've committed, haven't you?"

In the Journey to the West in his previous life, Zhou Bai was the most difficult to accept was this monologue, he was an immortal in the past and a demon today, the evil deeds of the curtain seemed to be rebellious, the punishment given to him by the rebellious Jade Emperor, and the ten thousand swords that rebelled against the heavenly court every year pierced his heart.

The roller shutter grinned: "Ordinary pedestrians are naturally countless, but I can take a clear note of the number of monks, in the past hundred and fifty years, I have eaten seventy-four monks passing by. Touching the skull hanging from his neck, the curtain licked his lips wistfully, and a greedy blood glint flashed in his eyes, "Monks, I only ate three, but these three are too delicious, after eating, I specially kept their heads, and licked them when I was hungry." ”

Before the words fell, the curtain intuition stood on end, and the extreme sense of danger made him turn sideways in an instant, and in the corner of his eye, he saw the tail light of the sword qi.

Liu'er said dissatisfied: "Teacher, you said, this will be handed over to me." ”

Zhou Bai sighed and said, "Give you a quarter of an hour, if you can't kill him, I'll take action." ”

The curtain touched the cheek that had been swept by the sword qi, and although it didn't stab him in the flesh, the aftermath of the sword qi had already cut a two-inch-long bloody wound on his face.

The smell of blood couldn't help but arouse his fierce intent, and the curtain smiled cruelly: "A quarter of an hour?