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Entering the boundary of Jiuchongguan, you can see two jade pillars rising into the sky from a distance in the sea, which is the closing gate.

Bie Lu, who led the team, stood at the bow of the boat, looking into the pass.

The three mountains are surrounded by water, and Lingshan rises from the sea. It is steep and difficult to climb. Across the abyss and the turbulent waves in the natural moat, it is surrounded by layers of thick fog, like a maze.

There are currently no man-drilled passages.

The flying boat passed through the closed door, and the invisible barrier attacked the disciples one by one. Lu Hanshuang had just established the foundation, and the spiritual energy of the inner mansion was stripped away, and the degree of qi and blood surged to the limit.

He gripped the railing tightly, restraining his dizziness.

Bie Ying came over immediately, "Sickness?"

The body of the boat was tilted left and right under the feet, Lu Hanshuang looked over the slightly shaking railings, past the trembling and swaying bow of the boat, and looked forward.

Within one pass, the whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of silk gauze that could not be removed, and the five senses and consciousness became blurred. As soon as Lu Hanshuang revealed his consciousness for a while, he felt a nausea like a reaction force. Shut up, hold the railing tightly to stabilize your figure.

Birds neighed anxiously in the air, and flocks of wild birds across the sea flew in vain, circled around, and were trapped in the Shanhai Pass, unable to find a way out.

It is impossible to recognize the direction once entering the customs.

"Stop the boat." Bie Lu frowned.

A disciple asked, "Shall we get out of the boat and go on foot? Brother."

Bie Lu shook his head, "Mu Kun is awake."

"How could it be?!" the disciples exclaimed in shock.

Lu Hanshuang suppressed the discomfort and lowered his head in thought.

The last time I was blocked by my spiritual sense, I still encountered Xia Gan, and this time I was disturbed even more. I recalled the creatures and creatures in the middle volume of "Book of Heaven and Earth", and remembered relevant materials.

Wood Kun.

Common name: Fuyuki summer bird.

A waterway amphibian that switches between animal and plant life forms.

Every autumn and winter, when it is cold, it turns into a giant tree crawling on the cliffs and takes root in the mountains, and gradually closes its eyes and falls asleep; every spring and summer, it slowly wakes up when it is hot, and turns into a giant bird breaking out of the ground, jumping into the water and overturning the rivers and seas.

Mu Kun is also called: Mountain Sea Wild God.

Once the eyes are opened and closed, it will change the atmosphere here, and every breath will affect the distribution of the fog. The puzzle in the pass is inseparable from it.

It was the turn of spring and summer, and Mu Kun was supposed to be half a tree and half a bird.Lu Hanshuang looked at the shaking of the mountain and the turbulence of the sea, wondering why it was so frenzied?

A shrill bird cry resounded across the sea, breaking his contemplation.

The tired birds fell behind and flew low over the sea, their wings were just wet by the rising wind and waves, and they fell straight down.

If you look closely, there are countless small eddies on the sea surface, densely packed and dotted all over the place, like thousands of eyes, which open and close, blinking and blinking, which is creepy.

The bird stumbled and fell into the vortex. It couldn't even jump up a splash, and it was submerged in it. The vortex disappeared from the sea surface without a trace, as if it was full of food and drink.

The vortex is also known as the Guan point.

It is a unique natural trap in Shanhaiguan, and there is another space in the cave.Some open and close in a blink of an eye, some in the blink of a few days, and some slow-moving old people only open once in ten or a hundred years. I don't know if the fallen bird can survive until its vitality is exhausted and come out of the hole?

The disciples sighed.

The flying boat hovered in the air, and Bie Lu took out a rope-shaped magic weapon, wrapped it around the waist of his disciples, and prepared to go into the sea one by one.

Lu Hanshuang leaned on the railing and stood firm, looking into the distance.

His consciousness was blocked, and he couldn't even find the location of King Mu Kun through the thick fog.

Bie Lu checked the ropes around the disciples' waists one by one, and walked over carrying the ropes, ready to hand them to Xishuang.Seeing the young man raise his eyes, he glanced at the disciples queuing up to disembark with tools, and whispered disapprovingly, "It's a waste of time."

Just as Bielu was about to speak out, a female voice screamed from behind.

He turned his head, and suddenly saw a female disciple who was tying a rope on the deck was blown over by the sudden strong wind, and fell over the railing to the sea surface. Below was an open vortex.

The disciples were in a hurry, Bie Lu took out the magic weapon to save people, but with a light palm, the end of the rope was pulled away.

Immediately afterwards, he tightened his hand, and the rope as hard as cold iron quickly rubbed against his skin, leaving a bloodstain.

In front of the disciples, the inner mansion was empty, and they hadn't recovered yet. They were looking for tools to catch people, when a shadow passed by like the wind, and it slammed on everyone's faces.

Hot and spicy.

The disciples blushed and looked in shock.

A vigorous young man leaped over the railing and jumped to the surface of the sea. He pulled the rope with one hand, and swayed slightly with his feet on the hull of the boat. His whole body swept across the sea like a willow branch.

"Help me—"

Bie Li couldn't help screaming when he stumbled.

Opening her beautiful eyes, she looked at the Guan acupoint that was getting closer and closer. The sea breeze cut her frightened expression head-on, and the waves wet her cheeks.

I could feel the gloomy aura emanating from the silent opening of the Guan acupoint, spraying towards her face.

The cold rushes from the feet to the bottom of the heart.

She couldn't help closing her eyes, her emotions were on the verge of collapse, and when she was close to falling, an extremely slender arm wrapped around her waist, brushed her face from the dangerous pass, and fished her away.

Bie Li was stunned, with the joy of escaping death and the trance of belated awareness, she raised her eyes and met a handsome face that made her even more distracted.

"You..." There was no time to thank him, the young man didn't see any tenderness on his face, he raised his arm and pushed, throwing the farewell mercilessly.

With a scream, Bie Li fell back on the boat, and several male cultivators who admired her surrounded her one after another, scrambling to pick her up, speaking softly and caringly.

Bie Li looked around.

A group of male cultivators playing musical instruments, holding various instruments, are personable, but they rely too much on their cultivation, and none of them even think about jumping into the sea to save people.

Just heard a "plop"!

Bie Li pushed away the male cultivators and hurriedly looked down the boat.

The boy threw away his "baggage" and jumped directly into the sea, being instantly submerged by the waves.

Seeing that Bie Li was nervous and worried about the young man, a male cultivator felt uncomfortable, and said sarcasticly, "Oh, is he crazy?"

"What are you talking about?" Bie Lu scolded and looked down.

After the splashes faded, the wet and thin figure stood on the surface of the sea, half of his body plunged into the sea, waves of water swayed and hit each other.

The boy was like duckweed, his body swayed and his footing was unstable.

The whole body is full of whirlpools, every time he is pushed by the waves, he gets closer to the Guan acupoint, which makes Bie Li's heart jump, but at this time, the boy still closes his eyes.

It was indifferent.

A male cultivator saw Bie Li's eyes soften into a puddle of spring water, and said sourly, "What does he want to do? He's going to die brightly!"

As soon as the sour words surfaced, the female nuns headed by Bie Li who had just been promoted to fan sisters took the words back and said, "You are a coward, don't speculate on others casually."

"He has a lot of courage, so there must be a purpose in doing so."

The male cultivator poked his neck and said, "Intent? To add food to the Guan point? Still courageous? But it's all about being brave and foolhardy!"

"Leave him alone."

Bie Lu was familiar with Xishuang's eccentricity and was not worried.

He took out the map, calculated the route leading to the seventh pass, and instructed his disciples to fasten the ropes, enter the sea one by one, and use water-fixing stakes to open a passage.

In order to show off in front of their sweethearts, some male cultivators took the job of opening the way, stumbling into the water, dividing water, and smashing piles.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, facing the wind and the waves one by one, performing boring mechanical exercises, and imagining myself sweating profusely, which must be full of masculinity.

However, when the men took a sneak peek back, it was tragic to find that their heroic performance was not seen by others, and the women looked back from time to time.

The young man standing in the sea in the distance remained silent, and was thrown further and further away by the team that opened the way. He obviously did nothing, but frequently aroused female voices to discuss.

The young man was submerged by the waves time and time again, his clothes were soaked by the waves, he should be obviously in a state of distress, but there was a touch of color in his eyes.

In Qingjunzhong and pureness, there is a touch of charming and charming.

The wet clothes are semi-transparent, the skin is clear and shiny, outlined by the setting sun, covered with an orange halo, the snowy hair sticks to the cheeks, and the continuously sliding water droplets reflect the crystal light.

The beautiful boy came out of the water like a scroll painting.The female nuns were red-eyed, and they had to pinch their noses every once in a while to prevent the nosebleed from overflowing.

The male cultivators disliked it, "It's just that he looks better, so what's so proud of him!"

Gritting his teeth secretly, he struggled to open the way.

Seeing that the sea route linking the first mountain was about to be opened, Bie Lu signaled the other disciples to cross the sea on piles, and shouted at the young man who was sinking and floating in the sea looking for guilt.

Lu Hanshuang turned a deaf ear.

Being in the sea, the whole person is like a signal transmission tower, communicating with King Mukun through the medium of sea water.

The monks lost their spiritual consciousness and didn't understand what was going on, so Bie Ying followed the rope used by the young man, trying to copy the method, and swung over to persuade Xishuang to come up.

Just at this moment, the sound of dumplings falling into the water sounded in the distance.

Look up.

The male cultivators were suffocating in their hearts, and their strength in splitting the water became more and more fierce, which gradually angered Hai Ling. The resistance encountered by smashing the piles increased exponentially, and the wind and waves became more violent.

With great momentum, he rushed towards the male cultivators.

Each of the thin male cultivators was like thin bamboo poles standing upright in the wind and rain, unbearable to damage, they broke one by one, and fell into five bodies towards the sea.

When a wave hit, they slid towards the Guan acupoint one by one, and there was a scene of howling ghosts and wolves, and they swam to the opposite direction with their weak hands and feet.

The disciples rushed to save people by stepping on piles, there was only one passage, and they were crowded into a ball.

A cold light whizzed by, bringing up the wind, almost throwing them into the water.

The male cultivators' faces were distorted, and they shouted for help. Before they fell into the Guan acupuncture point, a cold light came from a distance.

The long arms of the young man on the thin blade swept across, pulling the male cultivators' hair, belts, trouser legs, and shoes.

Between the cold light and the shadow of the sword.

Aww screaming room.

In three or two strokes, male cultivators who were in crisis were thrown back onto the round stakes one by one.

The male cultivators panted heavily, trembling while holding the water-fixing stake, and raised their eyes in shock——a young man standing on a sword came into view.

Hanging in the air, against the light.

When the wind hits, the half-dry and half-wet clothes flutter, and a piece of water is sprinkled, which merges into the turbulent waves without splashing ripples.

The waves raised their heads and roared with their huge mouth open, licking and kissing the toe of the boy's shoes.

Tick, tick, tick...

The crystal water drops ran down the corner of the young man's forehead, slid over the jade-like inhuman face, penetrated into the snowy hair, and stuck sticky to his cheeks.

Sunshine splashes, the color smudges on the face, slightly floating pink.

It's like a red plum blooming in the ice and snow.

The male cultivators looked straight ahead, gulped down their saliva, and their hearts were pounding. In this situation, they felt that the young man was more provocative than the female cultivators at this moment.

The boy looked over with a pair of eyes.

The beating little hearts of the men's cultivators were immediately frozen by the ice, and their scalps were numb, and they didn't dare to think about it.

"stand up."

The young man opened his lips, "Royal weapon."

The male cultivators had just rested and were still breathing, subconsciously obediently took out all kinds of magical weapons to defend them, and when they came back to their senses, they wondered in their hearts: No, the Nine Layers Pass can't be used as a defensive weapon at all.

The young man didn't give them any time to speak, a cold light flashed in front of the male cultivators' eyes, and they slashed towards the Dinghai pile under their feet.

"what!"

The male cultivators screamed and jumped onto the magic weapon, standing in the air.The young man raised his arm again, and the sword light struck again and again, cutting off the rows of wooden posts in half.The male cultivators looked back, and the results of hard work for most of the day were destroyed in an instant, and they said in surprise, "Why do you—"

The boy looked back.

The monks choked and were frozen in their throats.

Suddenly, he felt that his feet were extremely quiet, and when he looked down, the originally rough sea was calm, and Hai Ling's anger had calmed down.