By the time the dust settled, this spiritual space was already devastated.
The original giant tree of Jiuyou has now turned into debris all over the ground.
Only the heart of the tree was left, caught in the claws of a dark dragon.
The black dragon flying in the air fell back to the ground, its slender body suddenly shrunk, and it returned to the appearance of Jiang Li.
As soon as he returned to his human form, Jiang Li stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Although the soul war here was successful by chance, the other party had not only cultivated the soul, but also Jiuyoumu who was very good at soul methods. The difficulties involved were not easy for outsiders to understand.
The condition of Jiang Li and several clones was already very bad at this time.
The fifth clone of the villain, which was only as big as a palm, swooped into it.
After a while, the core of the tree soul slowly transformed and turned into Jiang Li's appearance.
The final origin of the Jiuyoumu in the cemetery was finally swallowed up by Jiang Li's fifth parallel consciousness.
Immediately, the Guanyin Heart Sutra was activated, and the soul fragments that fell to the ground floated up one after another, gathering towards the heart of the tree, and were slowly absorbed by the fifth parallel consciousness that had become the core of the tree soul.
Feeling the soul energy fed back one after another, Jiang Li's spirit recovered a little.
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A few days later, Jiang Li said goodbye to everyone in the Chongshan League again and left the Dachongshan area.
Riding the Wooden Dragon Rayquaza, we flew towards a dangerous area marked in red on the map.
The Shifang Domain is a huge area that covers an area about ten times that of the Immortal Cultivation World in Dazhong Mountain.
Even in the map of the entire Eastern Region, these ten areas occupy a considerable area.
But this area, marked in eye-catching red, means that such a huge area is full of fatal dangers.
The power of the Si Temple has not enveloped this place, and they do not recommend ordinary monks to enter.
Because this ten-square domain also has a name, called the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.
It is a dangerous area, no less dangerous than the Ghost King Wasteland, and even worse than the barbaric area.
The people who rule here are not human monks, nor ghost kings and generals, but countless mountain goblins and monsters.
They occupy the mountains as kings and plunder the land as their lords. In their eyes, human beings are just food and blood.
This is a paradise where monsters dance wildly, but it is a hell where humans are reduced to blood-eating.
Jiang Li, who had disguised himself and put on the clothes of a casual cultivator, was standing on the edge of a large river, looking at the area opposite that was full of demons, and couldn't help but sigh.
Although I have known for a long time that the Dazhongshan Immortal Realm is actually a very peaceful area.
But now when he compared it with the vast and demonic area across the river, he realized how harmonious his Novice Village was.
If the demon king of the locust tree at the level of Earthly Immortal had not been struck to death by the sky thunder, the current situation in the world of cultivating immortals would not be much better than that of the Shifang Domain.
Jiang Li came here not for anything else. His friend Yan Hong was brought here after he was captured by the Nine Netherwood in the Cemetery.
The fifth parallel consciousness has not completely swallowed the other party, but some pieces of information obtained from it have already pointed out the location of Yan Hong and others.
The Nine Nether Tree was originally a tree demon. After escaping from the Mazu River Basin, it somehow ended up here.
In more than half a year, with its considerable strength, the opponent has laid some foundations in the ten directions.
All the missing people from the Chongshan League were sent here by him.
Firstly, Yan Hong was his good friend, and secondly, because he got entangled in Jiang Li's cause and effect, he was targeted by Cemetery Jiuyoumu.
Jiang Li could not let him go regardless of emotion or reason.
So after learning the location, we flew all the way here until we were stopped by this big river.
When he flew in front of this big river of quicksand, he keenly sensed a hint of danger, and then he stopped and landed on the bank of the river.
After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of black talisman paper from his pocket and quickly folded it in his hand. Soon a black paper crane took shape in his hand.
As soon as a breath of spiritual energy was blown on it, the paper crane seemed to come alive, fluttering its wings and flying towards the river.
Zhihe Chuanxin is a Maoshan technique from the ancient times. It comes from the Sutra Collection Valley. It is not difficult to get started. It is the same as asking for magic to point out the magic. It is a spell that is easy to get started and has a high upper limit.
Once you practice to a deep level, a paper crane can fly throughout the three realms and six realms, which is very powerful.
But the paper crane had only flown a dozen feet away, and with its wings flapping, it began to fly unsteadily.
Soon the flying height of the paper crane was getting lower and lower. Even though the spiritual energy on it was not exhausted, it finally flew more than ten feet and then plunged into the water, where it was instantly soaked and shattered by the torrent of the river.
Jiang Li raised his hand again, green light flashed, and a wooden stake grew out of thin air in his hand.
Throwing the wooden pile into the river, the wooden pile could not float in the water. As it rolled and rolled, it submerged into the turbid river water and disappeared.
Later, wooden boats of various shapes were built and put into the water, but no matter how well-designed the boats were, they could not float in the river.
Jiang Li's expression changed slightly, and he approached the river bank and reached out to fish a handful in the river water.
The turbid river water flowed along his fingers, leaving a small handful of fine yellow sand in his hands.
"Eight hundred quicksand realms, three thousand weak waters deep. Goose feathers cannot float, and reed flowers sink to the bottom."
Jiang Li inexplicably remembered these two inscriptions.
Jiang Li wanted to reach the ghost place on the opposite side, but a dignified Jindan monk was blocked by the big river in front of him.
It's so good that on the map, the name of this river is really called Liusha River.
Although at first glance, the width of this river is only about two hundred miles. Although the water in the river is a bit strange, it is not weak water.
I don't know if it is the quicksand river from ancient times, but there is a strange power permeating this river.
Not to mention floating on the water, even flying over the river is impossible.
The natural forbidden air realm is truly the world’s largest, filled with wonders and wonders.
Just when Jiang Li was catching his eye, a dark shadow slowly drifted down the Liusha River from the upper reaches of the Liusha River.
As the black shadow gradually enlarged, Jiang Li saw that it was a bamboo raft floating on the fast-rolling quicksand river.
Jiang Li just couldn't make a boat out of all kinds of spiritual wood, but as a result, such an ordinary-looking bamboo raft could float easily on the Liusha River.
Sure enough, there are doorways everywhere.
Cultivation and strength cannot explain everything.
There is a signboard hanging on the bamboo raft. This should be the professional ferryman here.
"Fellow Taoist, I have five hundred spirit stones here, please give me a ride!"
He shouted loudly into the river, and to show his sincerity, he also held a medium-grade spiritual stone and threw it towards the bamboo raft on the river.
How can someone who can swim on a bamboo raft on the Liusha River be an ordinary mortal?
The middle-grade spirit stone Jiang Li threw was no less powerful than a cannonball, but it was still caught by the opponent.
Then the other party left without taking the spirit stone, and floated toward him with a bamboo raft.
"Fellow Taoist, do you want to cross the river?"
The man on the bamboo raft asked knowingly.
"That's it. Fellow Taoist, please make it easier."
Jiang Li spread his palm on it and placed four middle-grade spiritual stones.
Crossing the river once costs five hundred spiritual stones, which is quite a good price.
"Convenience is of course convenient. Without the river crossing fee, it will cost two thousand spiritual stones."
Seemingly because Jiang Li was hesitant, the boatman continued to persuade.
"Fellow Taoist, don't worry. I, He Laosan, have been running a raft on this Liusha River for 20 years. The price has never changed."
Listening to his words, Jiang Li looked at the sign hanging at the front of the bamboo raft.
It clearly says on it that each person can cross two hundred spiritual stones.
The other party noticed Jiang Li's gaze and put away the sign without changing his expression. Then he continued talking without blushing or heartbeat.
"My bamboo raft can carry ten people at a time. Today there is only one Taoist friend, so the price is naturally two thousand."
Jiang Li frowned, but still jumped lightly and stepped onto the bamboo raft.
There is actually not much difference between two thousand spirit stones and five hundred spirit stones to him. But this situation of being clearly cheated still made him a little unhappy.
"Hey, you pay half for getting on the raft and half for getting off. That's the rule."
The other party still refuses to forgive.
Jiang Li thought about it and threw out nine middle-grade spiritual stones.
"Fellow Taoist, stand still and we're starting the ferry."
Given the depth of the Liusha River, this bamboo pole should not be able to reach the bottom of the river.
But as soon as he held on, the bamboo raft under his feet turned flexibly and floated towards the other side of the Liusha River.
The river was turbulent, but the bamboo raft was surprisingly stable, and its speed was not slow in the rapids.
It takes less than two sticks of incense to cross the river.
"How is your business doing, fellow Taoist?"
Jiang Li asked whether he had a ride or not on the boat.
"Fellow Taoist was joking, there is no business to talk about. If we don't open for three years, we will only wait for three years after opening."
The ferryman holding the bamboo raft smiled and didn't mind talking to Jiang Li about his behavior of ripping off customers after three years of operation.
This kind of shame is like a taxi driver who rips off customers late at night.
"Since it's so dangerous and business is hard to do, why don't tour guides change their profession?"
Jiang Li wasn't angry either, but wanted to see what this man could do.
"My fellow Taoist, I don't know. There is a nine-headed arowana under this Liusha River. I am an old friend. He will harm others, but he will not harm me."
"Other people's bamboo rafts will surely sink when they get here, but my raft, He Laosan's, will not."
It turned out that this was a ferryman who relied on his connections to get this bowl of rice.
In fact, most of the ferrymen on the Liusha River have acquaintances with big monsters in the water. Otherwise, if you paddle around above their heads, they will wag their tails and flip you down into the river.
"So that's how it is. It's really disrespectful and disrespectful."
"Fellow Taoist, can you please clarify one or two of my doubts? This is a quicksand river where boats sink and birds fly. Why is it that your bamboo raft is the only one that can sail smoothly on the river?"
This is indeed Jiang Li's doubt. The effect of Liusha River is really overbearing. Anyway, he has not found a way to solve it yet.
"Haha, if fellow Taoist asked me, He Laosan would naturally answer."
"Eight thousand miles north from here, there is a bamboo forest growing in a place called Dragonfly Pointing Water Bamboo. If you make a raft out of this bamboo, you can naturally travel on rivers, lakes and seas."
It turns out that the bamboo raft is made of special material bamboo. All things are interdependent, and this has always been the case.
Think about the Nine Nether Wood and the Ghost Lantern Fish, think about the Armored Demon and Shura Blood, the world is so wonderful.
"Fellow Taoist, if you tell me the secret of this meal, aren't you afraid that I will come and steal business from you?"
Jiang Li stood at the front of the bamboo raft and turned to look at the ferryman supporting the pole behind.
"My fellow Taoist, I don't know. This bamboo raft made of clear water bamboo is three feet long and only four feet can float. It is one foot three wide and only three feet can float. Look, isn't it the place under my feet?"
"
"Hahaha! Fellow Taoist, we happen to be in the center of the river now. I won't accept the remaining thousand kilograms of spiritual stones from you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ferryman used a bamboo pole to pick up a rope on the side, and the entire bamboo raft immediately disintegrated.
Sure enough, as he said, only a small bamboo raft four feet long and three feet wide under his feet could continue to float. The rest were ordinary bamboos that were swept up by the river water and sank directly without even stopping for a moment.
The so-called dragonfly touches the water. It turns out that such a large bamboo raft is entirely supported by this small piece of bamboo raft.
As soon as the bamboo raft dispersed, Jiang Li, who was standing at the front of the raft, lost his support point and could not control the air, so he could only fall into the water together. Gululu sank into the water in a moment.
No wonder the ferryman knew everything about Jiang Li's problems and told Jiang Li every secret of their trade.
It turned out that he had no intention of sending Jiang Li to the other side.
And this is exactly the deal that their ferryman made with the river monster below.
After a raft passes, a raft sinks, and those customers who sink into the water will become sacrifices to the monster in the water.
As for which raft the customer passes or which raft sinks, it all depends on luck.
With a pass rate of 50%, this heart is simply not ordinary.
"Hehe, what a pity, he is such a rich boy. If I can get the things he has on him, I can also make a small fortune."
Shaking the bag in his hand, he was very satisfied with the sound of the ten middle-grade spiritual stones colliding inside.
"He is another inexperienced and stupid boy. He will regret it when he is in the belly of Lord Kuzu."
Not only did he take money and harm people, he also spoke ill of people behind their backs. This kind of guy would swallow a thousand needles.
At this moment, the water under He Laosan's bamboo raft started to roll strangely.
Although the Liusha River is always fast, he has been rafting on this water for twenty years. The current direction of the water is obviously wrong.
Suddenly his pupils shrank, and there seemed to be a shadow swimming quickly around him underwater.
Those huge things stirring up the water made him break out in cold sweat.
"Master Jiutou, Master Jiutou! It's me, I'm He Laosan! Wait, please put away your magical power!"
Even a dragonfly touching water bamboo cannot withstand the attack from underwater monsters.
He repeatedly begged for mercy, thinking that he had offended the big demon below.
boom!
The next moment, a huge head emerged from the water, directly lifted up his small bamboo raft, which was three feet by four feet, and flew his whole body out.
But what emerged from the water was not a nine-headed dragon fish, but a huge black dragon head.
"I don't want to go into the water, do you really think I can't swim? Have you ever seen a dragon that can't swim?"