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On the rugged mountain road, the teenager who remembered Grandpa Dong wiped his face. Under the moonlight, the water droplets on the harpoon sparkled.

After Grandpa Dong left, the child, who could not bear to continue living, went to the blacksmith shop and knocked on the door.

It was a middle-aged man with a stubble on his beard who opened the door. He looked at the sad face of the child and did not speak. He invited the child into the house. The room was large and small; it was relatively silent.

From then on, the youth obtained a harpoon for fishing at night. However, not half of the fish the youth caught were given to the middle-aged man, but more than half!

After they walked past the mountaintop and saw the Lake of Life, Dong Wuyan's dull eyes lit up. When he was sneaking around outside the restaurant, he heard that the immortal that Mister Shu was talking about was really powerful!

The immortal killed the serpent demon, stepped over the lake and reached the shore. The golden light around him did not diminish at all, and the nine water dragons roared behind him. They waved their sleeves, and the water dragons behind them charged at the devil.

The devil did not wait for death. Amidst the black gas, four different-colored flying swords appeared out of nowhere. They went up against the nine water dragons and then transformed into flying swords. In the end, there were dozens of them!

The devil clenched his right hand and swung his flying sword at the nine water dragons. After the water dragons shattered into pieces, the dozens of flying swords charged at the immortal.

He raised his right hand and the nine broken water dragons gathered in front of the immortal's palm. The four water dragons formed a palm and the rest formed a finger, while his right hand gently pushed forward, forming a palm made of water dragons to block the flying sword. The flying sword moved back, and with a clench of his hand, he held dozens of flying swords in his hand!

Within the ripples of the water, the immortal reached out his hand, took a bead of water, and flicked his finger!

A drop of water turned into a sword!

As the black gas permeated the air, the devil was confident in his strength. He grabbed the flying sword that was strong enough to cut through mountains and overturn the seas.

The devil was a foot tall, and the sword made of water began to melt.

With a height of 10 feet, a single drop of golden light that was as clear as crystal instantly pierced through the devil's right palm after the sword melted away!

Under the bright moon, the youth walking on the muddy path brandished the harpoon, waving it left and right in the air.

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In a room on the third floor of the library, the charming woman poured tea for the white-haired old man and placed her soft, boneless hand on the old man's shoulder. She pretended to be alarmed and said: "This snake demon is too terrifying, it actually said it's about the same size as this restaurant. I'm very scared."

"So powerful!"

The charming woman lowered her head and blew into the elder's ear. She then said, "But I am not afraid. You are here."

The old man looked at the plate of food on the table and shook his head with a smile.

He went into the old man's embrace and wrapped his arms around the old man's neck. The woman laughed: "What, have you fallen for that lowly trash? Should I ask her to come in and serve you? "

The old man smiled but didn't say anything. Occasionally changing tastes wasn't bad either.

In the room next door sat three people. A youth with purple clouds tattooed on his clothes, a middle-aged man with blue clothes and a dignified face, and a young girl dressed in a long blue dress.

The young girl leaned her head against her chin with both hands and wore a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing around her waist. She stared blankly at the fine wine in the cup.

The Imperial Advisor from the Southern Cyanwood Forest who had been here more than once finally let out a dry laugh. "Fairy, you must be joking."

"How interesting this is! Tell me in detail what the situation is like."

As a teacher of the country and with power in his hands, he was worthy of being called the number one person in the entire country. However, facing this young girl, he did not put on any airs, "I personally came to the Lake of Life, but I did not see anything left behind by that demon beast. There's a puddle of water next to the Freshwater Lake, which looks like it was pressed down by the palm of a hand. "

"Immortal?" "Devil?"

The youth with purple clouds tattoos on his clothes sneered, "It can't be that some cultivators are showing off their skills, right? If that monster is as the person downstairs said, then why did it only devour these poor fishermen for so many years? I'm afraid that Kingdom Master Wen's country of Nanxin is even more delicious and tempting, and what's more …"

The young man stretched out his slender hands and lightly tapped the table, "Besides, with the capabilities of the Royal Advisor, what traces can you see?"

Wen Qiu's face paled and he clenched his fists. Although the young man before him was only at the Spirit Condensation realm and not as strong as him, he was still the direct disciple of the Purple Cloud Mountain, a powerful country of the Southcloud Country. No matter what, a rogue cultivator like him wouldn't dare to provoke the Purple Cloud Mountain.

"Alright, alright, continue listening to the next part. It's quite interesting." The young lady pouted.

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Today, they did not harvest very well on the shore, so they only caught two or three. The teenager was about to go into the water to feel around, but there was a bottomless puddle just a few meters away from the water's edge.

The puddle was connected to the lake. It was said that this was the mark left by the devil when he fought with the immortal. The water in the puddle was gloomy and the natives did not want to get close to it.

He took off his coarse cloth clothes, cloth shoes and the basket on his back, then placed the harpoon on top of his clothes and shoes, jumped into the water bare-handed, and even though the young man was extremely thin and weak, his hands and feet were nimble when he touched the fish. Very quickly, he caught a fish, carefully placing it into the basket, closed the fish's lid, wiped his face, and threw the handle into the water again.

This went on for six or seven times, and Dong Baiyin could not hold on any longer. The water on the autumn night was indeed chilling to the bones, to say nothing of anything else.

The youngster who was thin and weak let out a sigh as he covered his chest with his trembling hands.

However, looking at the five extra fish in the basket, Dong Shuiyan smiled. He thought it was worth it, besides giving it to Uncle Blacksmith, he could also eat some fish soup to replenish himself.

Suddenly, the sky above was shrouded in shadows. Looking up, the youth who had already turned pale from the freezing lake looked terrified and collapsed on the ground.

There were four 'people' carrying bamboo chairs as they circled above. The bamboo chairs slowly descended, and on the chairs, there was an old man with only a few strands of hair. His eyes were sunken and his face was bloodless.

On the right, there was an old man with a sword stuck horizontally into his head. He had no eyes, and his face was like black iron. On the back, there was a person carrying a chair, one with a face full of blood, one single foot, and one that looked as if his head had been cut in half from the middle. At this moment, he was looking at the skinny young man with one eye.

Under the moonlight, Dong Shuiyan could vaguely see the reflection of many clouds on the bodies of the four people carrying chairs. The young man was sitting limply on the ground, as if the air had become still at that moment.

"Hiss."

The old man took a deep breath and got down from the bamboo chair. Trembling, he walked to the lakeside. He took out a handful of green powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it into the lake.

The autumn wind blew, but there was still no sign of movement from the lake. The old man frowned.

After patrolling for a while, the old man's sunken eyes became even more cloudy. He glanced at the young man who was slumped on the ground, as if he was petrified. His body moved and he appeared before Dong Liangyan, squatting down and opening his mouth, he said miserably: "Little friend, did you see my darling?"

Dong Shuangyan shook his head in a daze. What little darling? How would he know? But the old man in front of him was enough to scare anyone to death.

The old man licked his lips and pointed to the lake, "There's a little snake there. Dozens of years ago, when I went to get my revenge, it was raised here to guard a water lotus. Where are my treasures? "

Dong Shuangyan looked like he was struck by lightning, the fear in his eyes became even stronger. The old man held his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, and then he chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth, "You don't know, do you?"

The teenager nodded with a tremble.

"It's nothing." The elder smiled sinisterly, looked at the small town with a few lights, and said, "I'll go over and ask."

The old man floated up and landed on the bamboo chair, lay down on his side, and said indifferently.

"Eat faster."

The one-legged, blood-covered female corpse puppet behind him twisted her body and walked toward the youth.

Terrified and terrified, Dong Shuangshuang wanted to turn around and run away, but he realized that he couldn't. His legs were trembling like they were drumming, and he couldn't obey. Ye Zichen moved his body backwards with great difficulty, while his pants made sizzling sounds as they rubbed against the grass.

The corpse puppet's face was covered in blood, and it was getting closer to Dong Shuiyan. It could even see the dried blood on her face and her bloody mouth. Just as she was about to pounce and bite him, the teenager in panic moved his right hand as if he had touched something.

The youth's eyes were closed as he reached out his right hand and began to wildly wave the harpoon in an attempt to stop the corpse puppet in front of him.

The elder on the bamboo chair sneered.

"How laughable."

Inside the restaurant, a middle-aged man was munching on a peanut as he looked out the window.

"How laughable."

Beside the Reincarnation Lake, in the autumn wind, there was no one-armed one-legged woman in front of the youth who brandished his harpoon.

Nothing!

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