As we walked, the raft shook slightly and suddenly became faster. The stream water suddenly became surging. The sound of waves came from afar, and the water surface extended to both sides in Zhishouzhen's vision.

"My little husband, you must hold on to the raft. Not far ahead is the Jiuqu Shensha River! After crossing the river, you will leave the wilderness east end!" Amon turned around and shouted.

"So fast?" Zhi Shouzhen looked surprised. Two days ago, they were still in the east of 100,000 mountains, but they were about to enter the middle of the wilderness.

"Hey, when the little old man saw you rushing to the road, he simply decided to take the shortcut for you and took a look." Amon said with a pride, "It's not that the little old man who boasted that the way I took you was very secret. No matter how hard the outsider makes any moves, he can't find it!"

"Then I will be born with the kindness of my father-in-law." Zhi Shouzhen and Wang Ziqiao looked at each other, and were amazed in their hearts. Both of them heard of the name of the Nine-Curve Shensha River for the first time. Amon walked along the rafts and walked all the unheard of rare waterways, which were very different from the route they had originally planned. Only a mountain monster like Amon could use the rain to rise and go straight through a shortcut without having to cross the mountains and cross the woodlands and circle around.

The wind and rain are getting bigger and bigger, and the water surface is getting wider and wider. While holding a pole and watching, Amon reminds Zhi Shouzhen: "The goose feathers do not float on the nine-curved sand river, and it is difficult to cross the birds, so it is very dangerous. If a young husband doesn't care about it, he will become a desolate water ghost when he falls down. The gods can't save you!"

Zhi Shouzhen responded, bent down, his knees bent slightly, and his feet were not too small, and he naturally entered the state of summer cicada raising and nourishing techniques.

The feet are swaying, and the raft is swaying with the waves. Zhishouzhen is like a golden cicada lying on the branches, as light as nothing, changing rapidly, rising and falling with the water.

A trace of clear and turbid air was like a group of crows returning to the nest, coming from the world, and was constantly absorbed by Zhi Shouzhen, and sent to all parts of his body to nourish his essence, qi, blood, and spirit.

Zhi Shouzhen clearly felt the difference. Before cutting hair and marrow cleaning, the Xia cicada absorbed the two turbid energy, and the speed was slow. However, after seven marrow cleaning hair and marrow cleaning, it seemed that he had gradually broken a shell that wrapped his body, and the connection with the world was very smooth. The two turbid energy continued to rush into his body, fast and fierce, just like this mountain stream with heavy rainstorms, gradually becoming surging.

If his qi and blood are counted as 100 parts, he would lose 99 parts. After cutting hair and washing marrow many times, he would make up for seven or eight parts. According to the current attainments of Xia Chan's sucking and nourishing techniques, he would practice hard for a hundred years and would be filled with blood.

It is just that the clear and turbid energy absorbed is one more and one faster, and it starts to be difficult to control, causing the internal organs to swell and hurt. The whole body must change faster, more complex and more subtlely in order to adapt to changes and cater to stronger impacts.

Zhi Shouzhen secretly glanced at Wang Ziqiao. After weighing this, the practice of Xia Chan's sucking and nourishing technique should not be too fast, and it is better to do it steadily. In recent years, he still needs a lot of tonics, which is temporarily inseparable from the identity of the "little marquis" arranged by Wang Ziqiao.

Prince Qiao turned his head and looked at Zhi Shouzhen. Over the past few days, he was careful to investigate and confirmed that the mountain monster and Zhi Shouzhen were not familiar with it. As for why Amon gave him a lot of treasure medicine, Prince Qiao was also confused and thought it was no longer a surprise.

"Sir, are you familiar with the central area of ​​the wilderness?" Zhi Shouzhen asked, his mouth tongue still trembling, maintaining corresponding changes to the whole body. The best way to absorb summer cicadas is that it can be run anytime and anywhere, no matter whether you talk, walk, eat, or go out of courtesy...

Wang Ziqiao said: "The central part is the most chaotic area in the wilderness. Without the control of the four major forces of Ma Hua, Dog Shou, Mermaid and Ghost Sect, many savages, barbarians, bandits, and wanted criminals who escaped from Yunhuang countries. Even if they are masters who refine the gods and return to the void, they will capsize in the gutter and fall there." He pondered for a moment, and said, "I see that your vitality has recovered well in the past few days. If you have time, you might as well practice swordsmanship just in case."

Prince Qiao opened his mouth, spit out a green leaf, and slowly floated to Zhi Shouzhen's hand, turning into a green and transparent jade slip. "Young Master Zhi, this is your top swordsmanship secret that I have accepted."

Zhi Shouzhen lowered his head and read it carefully, as if holding a pool of clear water. The jade slip is decorated with ancient cloud patterns, and the handwriting is as small as an ant. The content ranges from the foundation of swordsmanship to the pace of sword skills, the cultivation of sword energy, and even deeper sword momentum, sword heart, sword intent... all are meticulous and comprehensive. He thought for a while and asked, "Sir, can this involve swordsmanship?"

Prince Qiao glanced at him and shook his head.

Zhi Shouzhen asked again: "The sword technique here is comparable to the supreme sword scripture of the feather tribe - "The Eagle Sword Sutra"?"

Prince Qiao murmured for a moment, then shook his head again: "Although it is a top-notch swordsmanship, it is probably a bit worse than the Eagle Sword Sutra."

Zhi Shouzhen lowered her head and pondered for a while, took out a piece of animal skin from her arms and handed it to Prince Qiao. It was the soul part of the Xuji Nailed Body Soul Forbidden Technique. "This is what the sir wants."

Prince Qiao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled: "Although this sword book is not as good as the Eight Sword Sutra, it is enough for you to travel across the eight wildernesses."

Zhi Shouzhen closed the jade slip and respectfully handed it back to Prince Qiao.

Prince Qiao's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the boy coldly, without moving at all. Zhi Shouzhen lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, held his hands with his hands, and was calm and could not refuse.

The sound of waves on all sides gradually sounded like thunder.

"Why?"

"Because what Huo really wants is a sword that can beat the feather tribe."

The raft suddenly turned, was lifted high by a wave, and shook violently.

"Little husband, be careful! The first song is here!" A Meng shouted faintly in front of him. Zhi Shouzhen looked up and the river surface suddenly unfolded like a wilderness. Countless waves were like thousands of troops, surging and galloping, and all let out a deafening roar.

Amon bent his back like a bow, holding the pole with both hands. The raft suddenly threw it with the waves, then slid down along the peaks, rushed to another wave, and the whole raft stood up straight. "Bang!" The jade slip fell into the water and was swallowed by the turbulent flow.

Amid the storm, Prince Qiao's shout came: "What big hand and how long the sword is. Can you do it?"

"It's the person holding the sword, not the hand!" Zhi Shouzhen's tone was unyielding.

"Boom!" A wave of water hit the wall, and the raft turned around flexibly and quickly brushed against the bottom of the wave wall. The water splashed down, making Zhi Huzhen wet all over.

Before Zhishou could really recover, the waves rushed forward one after another, like mountains, climbing upwards, making a sound of mountain collapse and cracks.

"Bang--" Langshan poured down and smashed the water column to the sky. The raft was constantly suppressed by the rolling snow waves and drilled out again and again. Amon waved his oar like the wind, propelling left and right, frequently changing the direction of the raft, and dodging through the surrounding waves.

Prince Qiao stood at the tail of the raft, his feet were like green pine roots, and his invisible spiritual tentacles extended down, firmly entangling the bamboo raft.

Zhishouzhen sways with the bamboo raft, like falling leaves flying in the storm, with various shapes and changes balance with the summer cicada-dreaming technique.

The waves slapped over with the rain, hitting the bamboo raft, and splashing large white flowers between the two.

Four eyes intersected in an instant.

A sharp sarcasm flashed in Prince Qiao's pupils: "People can also be divided into superiority and inferiority! Why do you think you can hold such a sword?"

"Why can't I hold such a sword?"

There was a loud bang, and a huge wave rolled back, separating the sights of both sides. The raft suddenly tilted, leaned to the left, and bounced against the wave in a rolling position.

"Clang!" Ameng waved his oar and knocked on the head of the raft. The raft turned "dripped" for more than ten times at high speed, slid down the peak of the rapid descent, and rushed up the river.

Zhi Shouzhen, Wang Ziqiao's eyes penetrated the rain curtain and saw each other. The huge storms around him rose and fell, and suddenly they were like a mountain rising and falling, and suddenly they collapsed, spewing out countless snow-collapsed jades.

Prince Qiao suddenly sneered: "How can you hold it?"

Zhi Shouzhen stared at Prince Qiao, and the cold water flowed down her cheeks, as if it was burning.

"Tell me, how can you hold it?"

"I will keep winning!"

"Stay winning!"

"Win!"

The overwhelming rain waves could not drown out such an echo. Prince Qiao was silent for a while and laughed sternly: "What a big tone! Okay, Wang depends on how you keep winning!" He opened his mouth and vomited, a blood-colored pebble shot out directly, pounced on Zhi Shouzhen's forehead, melting and disappearing.

Amon suddenly turned around, and inexplicably shivered. The raft pounded violently on the river for more than ten times, and was caught in the surging wind and waves again.

"Boom!" An extremely sharp blood-colored sword energy broke through Kaizai Huozhen's eyebrows, and the spiritual world seemed to be split into two!

Ghosts wail, all things sink, purgatory turns, and heaven and earth weep. The boundless flames and blood flow with the sword energy, setting off a more cruel and unrestrained storm!

This is a desperate sword!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Zhi Shuimian.

In the center of the soul, the eight-winged golden cicada emitted a high-pitched sound of metal and stone attacks. The eight membrane wings were raised up together, and the tips of the wings converged into a brilliant ray of platinum, resisting the blood-colored sword light.

Thousands of light fragments exploded, and the blood-colored sword light slowly advanced with a force of uncontrollable control. The witch spirit, who had not yet grown up, couldn't resist retreating, and the white light gradually faded.

The eight-winged golden cicada let out a mournful cry.

The blood-colored sword light finally approached the core of the soul, and Zhi Shouzhen seemed to see a bottomless abyss extending, freeing up the blood light to the sky.

He couldn't help but face the blood.

At this moment, his mind suddenly shook.

It seems like a place in the spiritual world suddenly breaks through!

In the darkness, a mountain rose from his feet and held him up, becoming further and further apart from the bottomless abyss.

The mountain kept rising upwards, and Zhi Shouzhen had never seen such a high mountain. Birds fell at his feet, floating clouds fell at his feet, stars fell at his feet, and wind from the vast void fell at his feet.

On the high mountain top, Zhi Shuzhen saw a solitary sycamore tree standing opposite him, with lush branches and leaves covering the sky, and the blue green color flowed through him like clear and soft water.

He suddenly burst into tears, and his whole soul seemed to be burning.

He leaned over and grabbed the bloody sword light at the bottom of the mountain.

"Boom--" The blood-colored sword trembled, and countless swords rushed by the spiritual world of Zhi Huzhen, turning into blood-colored sharp words, engraved into the depths of the soul, and could never be forgotten.

"The Supreme Sword Classic of the Evil Demons Outside the Domain—" Zhi Shouzhen roared to the sky, "Three Killing Sword Qi!"

"Three Killing Machine Sword Qi..." Prince Qiao Muran stood on the raft, looking stunned. Seeing the boy's eyes clear and clear, his face was wet, I don't know if it was rain or tears.

Through the splattering waves, Zhi Shouzhen took a deep look at Wang Ziqiao, and a wisp of blood-colored sword energy flashed through his pupils.

How could this be!

The raft was thrown up and down among the huge waves, and Wang Ziqiao's heart also stirred up huge waves. How could this be so? Shouldn't it be that Zhi Shouzhen was controlled by this sword scripture and became a obedient demon puppet?

When Zhi Shouzhen asked for a more top-notch swordsmanship secret, he pushed the boat and sent out the "Three Killing Sword Qi" that even the evil demons outside the domain could not be cultivated, and imagined every move that would be next.

How could the extraterritorial demons that are invincible in countless universes bargain with a mortal boy?

Unexpectedly, the entire chess board was overturned!

"Little husband, the second song is here!" Amon shouted, and the raft suddenly turned and was pushed into a shallow covered with reefs by the raging waves.

The miserable green and phoenix fire suddenly lit up from all directions, as if the black reefs were crowded with open evil eyes.
Chapter completed!