At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, all the muscles and veins were crushed by Qiushui Sword Qi, and half of his body was pressed under the rock, and Meng Shengzhi took his last breath to concentrate on the words engraved on Wuliang Mountain:

"I will go to the Shanhai Meeting in person, kill all the lackeys of the Immortal Alliance, and kill all the imps in the Hell, will the monks of the Ten States dare to fight with me?"

Signed - "Qiushui Li Yunsheng".

"Li Yunsheng?"

Seeing this sign, Meng Shengzhi was at first at a loss, and then his pupils suddenly dilated, and then he used the last bit of strength in his body to laugh wildly in that hoarse voice:

"Li Yunsheng, it's the remnants of Qiushui Li Yunsheng, hahaha, I didn't die unjustly, I didn't die unjustly, hahaha......"

His shrill laughter echoed through the valley for a long time.

Li Yunsheng, who was standing on the top of the low mountain, quietly watched this scene and didn't say a word.

When there was no more sound from the immeasurable mountain, he put away his amber sword and leaped down from the pine tree.

"Gotta get back to cooking. ”

He looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to go down the mountain, the little disciple with a broken arm who had been hiding behind the tree suddenly walked out, and he held a short knife tremblingly in front of Li Yunsheng.

"You want to kill me to avenge them?"

Li Yunsheng looked at him and asked curiously.

The disciple with the broken arm looked at Li Yunsheng vigilantly, shook his head vigorously, and then swallowed his saliva and said:

"I know you, I, I know your autumn water remnants, as long as I kill you, I can, I can soar, I can, I can ascend to the sky in one step. ”

"What's your name?"

Li Yunsheng asked him.

"Qin, Qin Peng. ”

The disciple with the broken arm said.

Li Yunsheng nodded when he heard this, and then asked:

"Do you think you can kill me?"

For example, if I don't try it today, today, I may, and may not even have the chance to meet you in the future. ”

That Qin Peng's gaze was firm.

It can be seen that he really wants to get ahead, and he really wants to climb to the sky in one step.

Li Yunsheng just glanced at him deeply, then ignored him and walked straight past him.

Seeing Li Yunsheng with his back to him, Qin Peng's breathing began to become extremely rapid, and while he calmed his breathing, he cheered himself up in his heart and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, you can Qin Peng, think about your sister who was taken captive, think about your father and mother who starved to death, this person has taken you lightly, you have a chance. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly gritted his teeth, picked up the short knife in his hand, put all the real yuan in his body on his feet and hands, kicked the ground violently, the whole person held the short knife, and the whole person swirled into a gust of wind, stabbing towards Li Yunsheng's heart.

It's just that his talent only entered the range of Li Yunsheng's body, and his entire body exploded like a blood blister, turning into a pile of filth and broken flesh scattered all over the ground.

And Li Yunsheng didn't look behind him, and continued to move forward, disappearing into the mountains and forests little by little.

Evening.

It's autumn, and after the sun sets, the air in the mountains and forests is already a little cool.

The verdant and raindropy Cicada Mountain, from time to time you can see a few yellow-leaved forests, about another month, this mountain is verdant, and you will have to change into a red dress.

At the foot of the Cicada Mountain, that is, at the entrance of the Cicada Village, a woman in a scarlet shirt with her hands on her cheeks has been sitting there for a long time, she sometimes sits down and sometimes stands up and paces, back and forth, with an anxious face.

And as it got darker, she got up and paced more and more.

Until the sky was about to completely darken, a slender man with a sword appeared at the foot of Fengcicada Mountain, and the woman immediately rushed towards the man like a gust of crimson wind.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, maybe these Sang family children in the village wouldn't have dared to believe that this restless woman was their head Sang Xiaoman.

And that man is naturally Li Yunsheng.

For the next five consecutive days, Li Yunsheng went out early and returned late like this, and Sang Xiaoman must wait for him to come back at the foot of the mountain on time.

Dongfang Li felt very strange, and one day asked Sang Xiaoman curiously:

"These six saints shouldn't pose any threat to Li Yunsheng, and even if there is a threat, you can't do anything while waiting here?"

And Sang Xiaoman replied to her like this:

"My little junior brother likes to work hard when he does things, and he always doesn't take his life seriously, and when he encounters a strong enemy, his first thought is not how to retreat, but how to fight with his life, and his exercises are all life-fighting exercises, and I sit here, just to let him know that there is still someone waiting for him at home, so that when he encounters a strong enemy and is ready to fight hard, he will consider whether it is worth it. ”

These words made Dongfang Li have a little more admiration for Sang Xiaoman.

She has never liked a person, and naturally she can't experience this feeling, but Sang Xiaoman's words for Li Yunsheng's concern she understands, and she can put herself in a person's shoes to think of this, which makes her admire it very much.

In the past six days, Fengcicada Village is very calm, especially during the day, and it is more lively at night, especially when Li Yunsheng is cooking and a group of people are sitting at the table to eat, Sang Xiaoman said some nonsensical jokes to tease Zhang Lian'er and Xu Youyou, Dongfang Li and Li Yunsheng discussed the cultivation exercises, Xu Youyou blushed and asked Li Yunsheng to accompany her to play a game of chess after eating......

Under the interweaving of this calm and liveliness, even people like Dongfang Li, who are very indifferent to family affection, can't help but fall in love with the atmosphere of this Zhuangzi.

It's just that compared to the calm of Fengcicada Village, the ten states have completely become a pot of porridge at this time.

In six days, the six holy hands of the Immortal Alliance were all killed by the remnants of Qiushui.

And the line of words on his immeasurable mountain is not only a kind of humiliation to the Immortal Alliance and Yan Prison, but also a naked provocation to the monks of the Ten States.

For a time, the Ten Prefectures met in a stormy manner, and countless monks began to set off for the Kunlun Mountains and Seas Society.

Some of these people listened to the summons of the Immortal League and Yan Prison, some of them were to kill the remnants of Qiushui and become famous, some were coveting the secrets of the rumored Qiushui, and some were just to watch the fun.

But there are also sober ones in this.

Being able to kill six high-level cultivators of the Immortal Alliance who had been carefully cultivated for decades in a row, one can imagine the extent of the strength of this autumn water remnant.

And in addition to strength, his intention to do this is also worth pondering.

A person who can make the Immortal League and Yan Prison helpless for more than ten years will naturally not be an incompetent person who does not know how to advance and retreat, the act of killing the six saints of the Immortal League seems stupid, but it is very clever when you think about it, because only in this way can the pool of mountains and seas be completely muddy, so that he can fish from this troubled water.

In short, the death of the six saints of the Immortal League has made the situation of this session of the Mountain and Sea Meeting begin to become confusing, and now it is inevitable that all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods will gather in the Mountain and Sea Society.

After the disaster of autumn water, the ten states with a pool of stagnant water became lively for a long time.

And it was precisely this that made Cao Keng, who was sitting at the general altar of the Immortal League at this time, a little restless.

。 Three Heads M.