The river surface suddenly narrowed, the storm of the shore was about to fall, and the cliffs were as sharp as they were cut, intersecting in the sky, leaving only a narrow line of sky.

The water roared like a mad bird of prey, pulling the raft and star-chip forward like lightning. The strong wind blew up, making people unable to open their eyes, and the long beard under Wang Ziqiao's chin was blown into a mess.

Zhi Shouzhen successfully inherited the sword qi of the three killings, which always made him mindless. The young man's swordsmanship progress as if he was thousands of miles a day was even more incredible. Is it because Zhi Shouzhen was too talented, or is there something wrong with something wrong?

Is it right or wrong for him to choose Zhi Shuzhen?

Zhi Shouzhen's eighth hair removal and marrow cleaning process was obviously unable to escape Amon's relationship. But no matter how strange the mountain monster is, he would not please a strange human boy like this.

Could it be that Ameng is the backup plan of the witch clan, waiting for an opportunity to escort the young man? The reason why the master of the feather clan who refined the god and returned to the void did not appear was that he was secretly intercepted and killed by the witch clan?

So what about him? The strong wind sucked with raindrops, densely packed, as if it was cold to hit Prince Qiao. Was he also regarded as a chess piece, sinking deeper and deeper in the quagmire of the feather witch battle?

Since you have obtained the secret method of soul, why not escape? Facing the wind, Prince Qiao opened his eyes wide and looked at Tianwei. The wind blew the remaining sparks in his heart, and it was unstable to destroy them.

A flash of dagger light on the raft, and the Octavia surpassed the lightning. Zhi Shuzhen suddenly jumped up and slashed the dagger, legs, shoulders, arms, and daggers connected into a straight line of progress, and suddenly realized the essence of the sting in this narrow river channel!

"I will keep winning!"

When Wang Ziqiao heard this, he felt very ridiculous, but later he felt sad. In his blood, he could no longer cause such ridiculous waves.

The dagger light thrust forward, repeating once and once, flashing and flashing. Prince Qiao saw all the flashing light in a daze, and finally connected into a sharp wave of light, splitting the wind, splitting the river rain, and splitting the narrow sky above.

This aspiration will win forever with the sword!

Staring at the young man, Wang Ziqiao remained silent for a long time, gently pushed away the front of his feathered shirt, allowing his beating heart to approach the blade-like headwind.

It's so close that you can hear the blood flowing.

I heard the crackling sound of the remaining Mars in my heart.

Either it will be destroyed against the wind. Or it will be burned into a sea of ​​fire!

"Boom!" A towering palm condensed from the water suddenly rose from the surface of the river, and shot hard at the raft with lightning speed.

At the same time, the raft flashed to the right, and as he saw it hit the cliff, Amon tried his best to get a little bit, and the raft flipped outward, and the bottom of the raft rubbed against the cliff wall and swept several feet straight, sliding through a rapid arc and rushing into the river again.

"Bang!" The water flowing giant palm fell behind the raft, raising upwards. The raft was hit by the waves, and it was shot upwards, rolling in the air one after another. Zhi Shuzhen lay on the raft with his hands tightly before he was thrown out.

The raft fell down and rushed out along with the waves. The river water ahead arched upwards, forming a huge hand to block the narrow river entrance and acted like to rush.

Amon then rubbed a mud ball from his body and threw it far away at the water palm. The strong and mellow alcohol smell spread, making Zhi Shuzhen's cheeks flushed and his eyes blurred. He wrapped the mud ball with a huge palm, shook it a few times, and it collapsed in an uproar, dissipating into a gurgling water flow, and the fragrance of wine suddenly burst out from the water.

The raft rushed out like a fleeing, the river channel opened like a folding fan, and the sky suddenly became clear. There were canyons on both sides, and clouds were radiating from the sky. Hundreds of streams rushed into the river from the mountains, gathering into floods, stirring up water vapor and filling into fog, the sound of waves and thunder, and the sound of the clouds stopped, making Zhi Huzhen's ears numb, and he could hardly hear any sound.

"Boom!" Zhi Shuzhen suddenly felt that the raft seemed to fly up, and the river surface ahead suddenly disappeared. The raft suddenly sank, falling vertically with the thousands of water flows around, forming a majestic waterfall hanging upside down in the Milky Way.

"The Seventh Song!" Amon shouted vigorously, and the raft fell down with the snow-like waterfall, like a falling meteor. The water splashed down, making Zhi Shuzhen soaked all over and suffocated his mouth and nose.

"Bang!" The raft landed on the river surface hundreds of feet below, and suddenly bounced up and fell down. After repeated several times, it was like a wild horse trapped in a slack cage, sliding away against the water surface.

"Come 8!" Amon held the oar with both hands, his expression was solemn, and his pupils were lit up like a lantern. Around the corner, whirlpools of varying sizes were turned, and they were dizzy and were bottomless. The raft was trying hard to slow down under Amon's control, sometimes circling and sometimes pausing, carefully avoiding the whirlpools densely spreading on the river.

Suddenly, a vortex appeared in front of the raft without warning. Amon's expression changed slightly, and the oar hit the head of the raft, and the raft suddenly retreated. "Bang!" A blue and black juice spurted out from the vortex. As he was about to splash, Amon threw out his hat and covered it on his head. "Sizi--" The hat corroded into a pile of holes and was immediately swallowed by the vortex.

Amon had the most difficulty in driving this waterway. Once, a fluffy and colorful tail emerged from the whirlpool and ran after the raft. Zhi Shuzhen saw the mountain monster's neck tight and sweat rolled down his neck like a rain line. It took half a day before the raft turned into the ninth song.

"Little husband, close your eyes! Don't open it, and don't act randomly!" Amon shouted in a deep voice.

Zhi Shuzhen hesitated for a moment and then did as he did. Gradually, he found that the raft was getting slower and slower, and he could hardly feel moving. The silence around him was as if he was dead, and the cold wind and rain hit him, and it was silent, and even the sound of water flow disappeared. He felt that the raft was like driving into an empty black hole, with no end and no vitality of life.

It seemed as if a long time later, a little cold breath quietly sprayed behind his neck. He felt cold all over, his hair stood up, as if someone was pressing on his back and breathing gently. Zhi Shuzhen resisted the urge to make a dagger and closed his eyes tightly. After a while, someone was whispering in his ear, but he ignored it. Then his neck was strangled by something like silk, tighter and tighter, as if he was about to be cut off...

"Little husband, you can open your eyes!" Zhi Shouzhen heard Amon's relief gasp, he hesitated for a moment and opened his eyes. The night was as dark as ink, the mist and rain were misty, the mountains and forests were shady, and the raft was leaning towards the rocky beach on the opposite bank in the rushing water.

Zhi Shunzhen quickly turned her head and looked back. In the deep shadow of the river, a corpse that was hard to tell is floating quietly. Her skin was pale and swollen, and her long hair was spread out like thick black and shiny algae, covering the entire river. Zhi Shunzhen touched her neck, without any scars, but she felt a faint pain.

"My little husband, cross the mountain in the west end, it is the sea of ​​grass in the middle of the wilderness." Amon stopped the raft, unloaded the pole, and bowed to Zhi Shuzhen with a smile, "I have sent you a ride, and my old bones are loose, so I have to go back and take a break. My little husband, let's say goodbye here and take care of you."

Zhi Shuzhen got off the raft and repeatedly claimed thanks. He thought Amon always had something to do, but the mountain monster patted his hands and left, which made him more suspicious. "Brother Amon, are you going down..." He wanted to get Amon's background again, but was surprised to find that the short figure of the mountain monster slowly blurred with the raft and could no longer be seen.

The forest wind whimpered, and the hat on Zhi Shuzhen's head floated down, and it fell on the rocky beach, clearly just a piece of withered autumn leaves.

Zhi Shouzhen suddenly felt a little enlightened, and his fate with this strange ended.

"This mountain monster has good intentions." Prince Qiao glanced at Zhi Shuzhen deeply and walked out of the rocky beach.

"Sir, is Mr. Amon helping me cut hair and marrow cleansing eight times?" Zhi Shujin took the banana umbrella handed over by Prince Qiao and followed him to the opposite mountain.

The mountain road is steep and slippery, the water overflows, and the rocks are steep and stunning. Occasionally, one or two night owls screaming in the surging tree waves adds to the tranquility.

"You haven't understood the intention of this monster." Wang Ziqiao said slowly, "You have experienced eight times of hair removal and marrow cleaning. If you have another one, you will be able to open up the inner orifices of the human body. This orifice is also called the spiritual orifice. Once the spiritual orifice is opened, the body will be reborn and can clearly sense the power of heaven and earth. Whether you practice martial arts, you will achieve twice the result with half the effort. I thought Amon would give you the opportunity to cut hair removal and marrow cleaning for the ninth time."

Zhi Shouzhen said: "Maybe he didn't think so much."

"No, you were wrong." Prince Qiao shook his head slightly, "I want to come now. He wants you to take the ninth hair removal and marrow cleaning for you with your own hands. Only in this way can you open the spiritual orifice to the greatest extent. That's why I said he had good intentions."

Zhi Shouzhen smiled bitterly: "I have received many favors from him for nothing, but I may not have a chance to repay you. I know that Mr. Husband is a little doubtful about this. In fact, I am the same as Mr., and I know nothing about Mr. Amon. However, this will not affect your and my second transaction, right?"

Prince Qiao looked at Zhi Shouzhen calmly: "Of course not. The stronger the young master, the more stable your cooperation will be."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each thinking about it. After more than an hour, they climbed over the hill, and a small stone path was vaguely visible in the grass and trees, winding down. Near the foot of the mountain, Prince Qiao saw a dilapidated mountain temple dozens of feet in front of them.

His hand holding the umbrella froze slightly, and his steps stopped, and a shocked light flashed through his pupils.

"Sir?" Zhi Shouzhen looked at Wang Ziqiao's expression, and the dagger quietly slid out of her sleeve.

"Boom!" A lightning flashed down suddenly, making the surroundings as bright as daylight and the dark mountain temple was covered with snow.

Zhi Shouzhen saw a man in a purple Taoist robe, wearing a talisman sword, sitting cross-legged on the head of the mountain god statue, his eyes becoming more dazzling than lightning.

Several invisible murderous stones burst out from the surrounding trees, grasses and rocks like a shock.

Prince Qiao's eyes twitched, she waved her sleeves and smiled for a long time, and her graceful look was calm and graceful: "Meeting in the mountains and fields, life is a happy thing. I, Prince Qiao, traveling through the wilderness, can I be lucky to have a night chat with you?"

The lightning disappeared, and the mountain temple returned to darkness. Zhi Shouzhen clenched his palms and sweated. The murderous intent locked him and Wang Ziqiao, like a sharp blade and his body, and his skin was covered with goose bumps. After a while, he heard awkward voices coming from the temple: "It turns out that he is the friend of Xuanming's nephew, Mr. Wang Qiao, the first sorcerer in the Eight Destiny. Meeting is fate, so please come in and talk."
Chapter completed!