"Crazy..."

The waves rolled violently, arching the ship to sink and flow back. Under the light of the fire, Jiang Futu's huge figure crawled in the darkness.

As the magic ship gradually approached, the dense figures on the Netherworld Tower were already clearly visible.

Shrimp demon, crab demon, fish demon, river patrol yaksha...

Some were transformed, some were not transformed, with reefs and shellfish on their bodies, mottled scales, or holding hooks and forks in their hands, quietly looking at the people on the ship, looking particularly hideous and terrifying in the dark night.

It was silent and depressing, as if only the sound of rivers surging were left around.

Sweat coldly...

The hand holding the sword is trembling...

Adam's apple swallowed gently...

Facing the dense monsters in front of him, the monks on the boat seemed to be in unreasonable fear. In the hull, the family members of the merchants could still hear the merchants covering their mouths and crying quietly, and whispering to their ears.

"Namo Amitabha."

The old monk Bujie walked out slowly, his white monk's robe flew, and his eyebrows lowered his eyebrows and eyes chanted the Buddha's name: "All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should observe this way... Subduing demons and demons is the responsibility of our monks. Only by fear can one be fearless, and only by death can one be reborn!"

"good!"

The old man in a gray-white robe first glanced at Wu Xuance not far away, then slowly lifted his sword and walked out. The exaggerated giant sword was crossed on his shoulders, revealing the strong and muscular arms under the robe. The gray beards were angry: "It's just a group of demons. When I was in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the scene I had seen was more than ten times more terrifying than this. What's the fear?!"

Xie Xuan took a step and shouted in a deep voice: "The way of sword cultivation is to move forward! Where are the disciples of Yitian Pavilion?!"

The purple clothes behind him were swaying, and the dazzling sword light suddenly rushed towards Cangming, and the neat shouts and shouts resounded throughout the entire river.

"The world is endless, the universe is vast! Relying on my sword, I will forget life and death!"

"The world is endless, the universe is vast! Relying on my sword, I will forget life and death!"

"The world is endless, the universe is vast! Relying on my sword, I will forget life and death!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Looking at the group of disciples behind him, Xie Xuan couldn't help but smile on his serious face, and looked at the old monk Bujie and the old man in the gray robe and said, "Two fellow Taoists, I'm afraid we'll fight side by side today!"

The old man in a gray and sloppy robe laughed, and the big sword like a door panel in his hand fell on the deck, shaking the whole boat slightly, and bowed: "Wuliangmen, Wu Kuang! He once served in Zhenhaijun under General Li, Zhenhaiqing!"

Xie Xuan carried the sword box on his back and bowed gently: "Yitian Sword Sect, sit on Wangfeng Xie Xuan."

The old monk Bujie's eyes were like the sea, and he lowered his head and bowed with one hand: "Leiyin Temple, Bujie."

"Hahaha!"

Wu Kuang, who was still timid on the shore before, seemed to have completely released his id at this moment, with his arm muscles tangled, and he shouted angryly: "Wujian Wu Kuang is here, that demon came up to die?"

"Diet to the point of death, still being arrogant?!"

The river water surging quietly in the darkness. A yaksha who was nearly two meters tall flew out. His red hair was twisted like a torch, his face was ugly and fierce, he had a string of skulls hanging around his neck, and a steel fork with a glittering cold light in his hand.

"Die!"

Wu Kuang held the giant sword on the door panel and rushed towards the Yasha, but even the extremely exaggerated big sword was extremely small in front of the tall and burly Yasha!

"boom!"

The cold sword energy burst out, and it was bombarded with the Yaksha's strange power, and it was in turmoil!

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

With a chuckle sounding in the river, there was a red painting boat on the surface of the river at some point. A graceful and slender figure was swaying in the lights, and the voice sounded enchantingly: "Master of Leiyin Temple, do you want to know my family for a while? It is said that the monks of Leiyin Temple are as Buddha heart as steel as iron, but I want to see if I can turn the master's piece of steel into soft fingers..."

"Amitabha."

The old monk Bujie recited it and did not speak.

However, the voice giggled, as if the spring breeze blows across Lugu Lake, and the spring rain moistens Jiuzhaigou. Even Ning Wucai's mind shook. There seemed to be a female teacher in black stockings, a aunt in pajamas sweating, and a female student who was wet by the heavy rain...

"Woolen cloth!"

The old monk Bujie held the seal in his hand and his tongue burst into spring thunder!

As the white robe flew, a faint Buddha light spread out, and the sound spread throughout the Dharma ship like a bell, immediately awakening everyone from the distracted horse!

Ning Wucai took a few deep breaths, his face pale, and his thunder spirit power was circulating all over his body, and he was still scared and rushed to suppress the gun!

Too scary!

This is so scary!

A female teacher with black stockings, a aunt who sweats in pajamas, and a female student who is wet by the heavy rain... Why is every face he sees Yu Qingmei?!

He looked at Yu Qingmei with fear, but Yu Qingmei was a little abnormal at this moment. He didn't come to tease and ask him what he had just seen. Instead, he stared at the Jiangfutu for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Bang!"

Xie Xuan stepped on the deck hard, flew up quickly, pointed at the Hong Painting House, and said angrily: "Don't bewitching people with a bold monster!"

Immediately afterwards, he quickly pinched the sword technique, and with a single finger, the dark sword box behind him suddenly opened like a screen fan. A series of green sword lights cut through the night, and hundreds of sword lights flew toward the red painting boat!

"boom!"

The sword light fell, and the pleasure boat was instantly shattered. A woman in a red wedding robe flew out of the sword light. Her pale and stiff face was red and dripping, and her exaggerated and weird curves were bent. The sword light fell on her body immediately aroused a violent sound of gold and iron clashing.

“Geeh…”

The fragments of the Red Painting Boat floated on the river surface, and then a red flame lit up, as if igniting the entire river surface.

The woman in a red wedding robe grabbed several sword lights and floated in the fire, giggling: "It turns out that she is a disabled person with broken arms. Look at your arm, is it caused by that water skin? Grizzly... The Yin Mirage Poison tastes bad, right?"

"One arm can kill you!"

Xie Xuan's face was gloomy, and he stepped on the sword light. With one hand, he led a hundred green sword lights immediately formed a sword formation, and he slapped down towards the woman in the wedding robe like a wind plate!

"it's useless."

Yu Qingmei suddenly shook her head and said in a deep voice in Ning Wu's confusing gaze: "Even if Senior Xie's sword technique is strong, the sword in her hand will have no effect on her. This thing is invulnerable to swords and guns, and only thunder can hurt her!"

Ning Wucai raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression was a little strange. He looked at the old senior sister who was usually ignorant and asked, "Senior sister, do you know what the original body of this monster is?"

"Well, this thing is neither a monster nor a ghost, but a lady of till. The villages along the river have some backward and cruel customs, such as He Bo Bride. And a lady of till the body of a woman who died in vain is transformed by the deceased body, and it is something like a zombie... The flying sword that is incomprehensible to her has no effect on her. Only thunder and Buddhism have the most harm to her in all kinds of Taoism!"

Yu Qingmei nodded, but seemed to realize something in a flash and stammered: "I just saw it in a novel."

Ning Wucai was speechless: "Is it reliable? Can you still learn this kind of knowledge when reading novels?!"

Yu Qingmei immediately snorted: "You are prejudiced at first glance! Novels, what's wrong with novels?! A good novel can not only learn all kinds of knowledge, but also cultivate sentiments, sublimate personality, and make you a better, purer and flawless self!"

Ning Wucai was stunned: "Which book are you reading?"
Chapter completed!