The monk who was overwhelmed by pickles finally realized that greed, anger, ignorance and delusion are not needed to be saved, and that salt cannot bear salt is called bitterness.

The sun sets, the sky is getting late, and the mountains and forests are in darkness.

Li Yuhan woke up in a coma, and a burst of scorching pain came from the wound on his body. He subconsciously touched his sword and found that the sword was still there. He breathed a little relieved. He sat up with his sword sheath and looked around. There was no one around, only a few crows circling in the air screaming.

The Eight Wilderness where Sixiang Lake is located looks like a flat land from a distance. In fact, there are many high and low earth slopes and some wide rift valleys. This is a rift valley near Sixiang Lake, with lush weeds and short trees growing in the valley. The wind blows through the rift valley, making whistle-like crying sounds like a wolf howl.

Yesterday, he confronted Huang Huazhi at Sixiang Lake. His Sandal Sword had not yet finished the last level. When he faced Huang Huazhi, who had reached the pinnacle of the sword technique of Huangshan, he was naturally slightly inferior.

The Sandistan sword is famous for its beautiful moves and complexity. The sword light passed by in a trance before my eyes, and the phantoms were like silver peacocks spreading their tails, restraining Huang Huazhi's sword, delaying enough time for Chen Ziqi to leave.

Huang Hua was ashamed to see Guiyun Palace leaving, and the scene became more and more chaotic. He was anxious and ignored the alliance's relationship and used ten percent of his internal strength to pour on the tip of the sword. With a "bang", he cut off the cracks of Li Yuhan's sword, and then used his unique move "Pine Wind Returns the Waves", quickly slashed along Li Yuhan's sword body, and scratched his arm with a backhand sword.

"Leader!" At this moment, the disciples of the Huangshan Sect came to pick him up and surrounded Li Yuhan. Huang Huazhen took the opportunity to escape. When he flew to the shore, he killed a crazy disciple of the Jiyang Sect.

Luo Hongfeng was very angry when he saw the man from the Killing Aura Sect and slapped two disciples of the Sword Alliance to death with one palm.

Everyone in Sixiang Lake was red in their eyes. Li Yuhan was injured and fought against five again. He was eventually defeated and kicked off the Shitai and fell into the lake.

The consciousness suddenly left the body, and then was awakened by the lake water that choked into his mouth and nose. Li Yuhan opened his eyes in the water and saw a terrifying head staring at him. A gray nematode kept gushing out of the cross section of the broken head and rushed towards him frantically.

Close his eyes, cover his mouth and nose, and use his internal energy to break the water out. Li Yuhan quickly stepped on the water and fell on the shore. He felt a severe pain on his arm. He quickly tore open his sleeves to check and saw two gray nematodes drilling into the wound, leaving only a piece of tail. He made a quick decision and swung his sword to cut off the flesh, but it was useless. He saw a gray line rising along the tendons and veins, and then disappeared, and no trace was found.

He quickly pointed several large acupoints around his neck, and Li Yuhan stood up. A disciple from the sect next to him pointed at him and shouted: "He, he was in the body by a worm!"

As soon as this said, the people around him who were red-eyed and rushed towards him immediately.

The more the internal force was used, the faster the insects wandered. Li Yuhan gritted his teeth, turned around and ran. The Huangshan disciples also chased him. Li Yuhan looked at the same chaotic Lushan Sect. He did not run to his own sect, but turned his head to run towards the outskirts of Sixiang Lake.

Luo Hongfeng's voice of "kill without any remarks" resounded throughout the audience. If he continued to stay in Sixiang Lake, he would undoubtedly die.

The wound on his arm was bleeding and his body became colder and colder. Li Yuhan didn't know how long he had run away. He stepped on the air and fell into a rift, rolling down, and he didn't know anything when he saw it dark.

Touching the wound, the blood had dried up, and the belly was hungry. It was obvious that it wasn't just falling in, but it must have been a day and a night. Li Yuhan tore open a shirt and wrapped the wound around him. He felt dizzy and tried to use his internal strength to climb on the roots of the tree on the soil wall, rocks, and crawled in a few seconds.

Go up.

Then, a large net fell from the sky, trapping Li Yuhan firmly in it.

The sound of "Thorny" of the fire slash was particularly obvious in the quiet wasteland. The torch lighted up and reflected three faces with bad looks.

"I just said that you can find a fish that escapes the net along the bloodline." These people were wearing green Taoist robes and a small Bagua Formation embroidered on their shoulders, and were disciples of the ** Sect.

It seems that they were ordered to patrol around Sixiang Lake to find missing martial arts people.

"I don't know if he has any insects?"

"No matter whether he gets infected or not, just kill him."

They didn't want to be bitten suddenly on the way back, so they couldn't cure it. After discussing it simply and roughly, the three of them took out the wine gourd at their waists and splashed it on Li Yuhan's body. It was greasy and sticky, with a little fragrance. This was oil!

Li Yuhan's pupils frowned, and he watched the burning torch throw straight towards his front. The oil burned and was difficult to extinguish. At the critical moment, he had to use ten percent of his internal force, and instantly broke the hemp rope around him, kicking the torch back with one kick. The torch ignited the corner of one of the disciples' clothes, and the man rolled on the ground screaming.

The rough hemp rope rubbed against the wound that had only wrapped a layer of fabric, causing the newly scabbed wound to crack again. Li Yuhan covered his arm, held a sword in one hand, and pointed at the three people.

"Ahhhh--" The man saw Li Yuhan's eyes clearly and screamed. The calm and self-controlled eyes had turned red and were about to go crazy at any time.

The crazy person is not scary, but the crazy person with high martial arts skills is scary. Seeing that the three of them saw that the internal strength of the hemp rope was obviously not his eyes, they rolled and crawled away quickly.

Li Yuhan stood there, trembling all over. He also felt that his consciousness was gradually losing. Are he about to turn into a biting monster? Shaking his head, Li Yuhan pointed a few more of his big holes, held his sword, and crossed his neck. Even if he died, he could not become a walking corpse.

"Chirp—" A loud eagle crow was remembered in the air, and then Li Yuhan knew nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a bright candlelight in front of him. A handsome man wearing a ginger wide-sleeved long gown stood in front of him, as if he was looking at him. After a closer look, the man's eyes were closed and his face was as white as paper, and he was obviously not a living person.

"Are you a ghost gang?" Li Yuhan said blankly.
Chapter completed!