As Ning Caichen looked at her trembling hands, she saw a creature dripping with water all over her body and her body rotting in human form. She was staring at her empty pupils, opening her mouth to look at Ning Caichen who fell to the ground in front of her, showing an expression of great desire.

Even though the body rotted to this point, there was still no odor coming out. It can be seen that the cultivation level of this demon is no longer something that ordinary monks can deal with.

"You little scholar, I didn't want to take your life, but you insisted on seeking death and even boarded this boat, so I can't blame me!"

The water ghost smiled grimly, tearing his hoarse throat and bursting his words out word by word. It was so terrifying that it fell into Ning Caichen's eyes, like a ghost seeking his life, making his heart and soul tremble.

The scholar hat that Ning Caichen had worn on his head had fallen off, revealing his scattered hair underground.

When the scholar saw this scene, he could not maintain stability. He immediately wanted to escape back and pulled Xie Bi'an to jump ship and escape.

But as soon as he made some moves, his hands and feet seemed to be trapped by something, and suddenly he was disobedient.

Seeing the turbid water that trapped his wrist, Ning Caichen looked left and right, and kept struggling, but could not stand up.

The water ghost in front of him slowly bent down, taking up a larger and larger proportion of the little scholar's gaze. In the end, Ning Caichen finally gave up struggling.

"I...remn't going to die?"

Ning Caichen's face was full of confusion. He had not successfully passed the exam for twenty years and had not yet succeeded in the exam. He did not expect to die at the hands of this demon. It was a pity.

Thinking of this, Ning Caichen couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"If I had not acted so recklessly after hearing the gentleman in black just now, I would probably not have ended up in this land if I paid some money and followed the official road team."

"It's too late to regret!"

Ning Caichen, who was trapped on the boat in a large shape, could not move, and his thoughts were flowing and he began to whimper.

I have not married yet and have not passed on the family line for the Lao Ning family. Is it just over?!

"Brother in black, run away!"

Knowing that his hope of survival was slim, Ning Caichen's chest was undulating violently, rubbing against the floor, he raised his head and shouted loudly at Xie Bi'an behind him:

"This ship's family is a demon, not something that we ordinary people can defeat!"

"You jump into the river and escape. If you learn about water, you might be able to save your life!"

The scholar has read the books of sages for so many years and is very kind-hearted. Even when he reaches the critical moment of life and death, he still reminds others to escape.

"Little scholar, you kid are so kind."

"I can't even save myself, and I'm still trying to save someone else's life?"

"Since that's the case, I will satisfy your wish. After swallowing your anger, I will let the boy in black next to you go down to accompany you!"

The wet rotten corpse ghost smiled hoarsely, then roared, raised his arm and wanted to pinch Ning Caichen's throat!

The viscous water emitted a fishy smell in the air, constantly emerging from the demon's arms, and then attached to his rotten palm, slowly solidifying, and suddenly swung out at Ning Caichen lying underneath!

At this critical moment, Xie Bi'an took a step but suddenly stopped.

"This kid has a really good heart and a strong fortune, not like an ordinary mortal."

"It's not easy to be able to save someone in such a situation of death."

Xie Bi'an looked at the bright color that suddenly popped out of the sky in the distance, pressed the black light that was about to be shot out in his hand, and stopped his palm movements.

"You're not going to be arrogant, how dare you hurt others by randomly?!"

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Suddenly, a figure in the sky stepped on the thick sword box and rushed towards the center of the lake.

With a full shout of energy, eight flying swords suddenly rushed out of the sword box under the man's feet, each shining with different sharp colors, turning into light and shadow, slashing straight into the middle of the lake!

The boatman who was about to bear the life of Ning Caichen heard the movement and sensed the danger coming from behind. He no longer cared about Ning Caichen in front of him, and stomped on the boat under his feet and hid back.

Boom!!

Eight strange flying swords fell one after another, slashing the boat and falling apart, and they were dispersed to the point of being different. Ning Caichen, who was originally trapped on the wooden boat, also got out of the predicament with the flying sword falling.

But what followed was a problem that troubled him even more.

That is, he is not accustomed to water.

He fell on the water and kept beating, and his body was already wet like a chicken. Ning Caichen was simmering the lake water while shouting for help:

"Save...help, save me!"

He, a scholar, could not swim and had no power to tie a chicken. If no one could save him, he would be dead.

Just as Ning Caichen rolled his eyes and almost passed away, a palm suddenly lifted his clothes and pulled him up from the water.

"Cough...cough!"

When he was choked by the water, Ning Caichen slapped his chest and kept coughing at the water surface. When he came to his senses, he found that he was standing in the middle of the water surface.

Standing on the lake, like walking on flat ground!

The scholar experienced this day far beyond his usual imagination.

The demon, the sword immortal, is now even he himself is starting to be abnormal!

Seeing Ning Caichen's eyes dazed, as if he had not recovered from his senses, Xie Bi'an patted his shoulder and quipped with a smile:

"Little scholar, are you awake now?"

"You are safe, just relax."

Hearing Xie Bi'an's comfort, Ning Caichen turned his head and looked at the man in black in front of him, then he came to his senses and understood the details.

It turned out that the man in black in front of him saved his life.

Ning Caichen looked at the lake under his feet, which was walking on the flat ground, and thought to himself.

"Thank you, gentleman for helping you!"

After adjusting his clothes, Ning Caichen hurriedly gave Xie Bi'an a big gift.

Looking at Ning Caichen who was polite in front of him, Xie Bi'an received the gift calmly.

After Ning Caichen stood up, Xie Bi'an continued to speak:

"Actually, what you should thank is this swordsman who uses the sword."

After Xie Bi'an finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the bearded swordsman who was fighting with the demon in front of him. At the same time, a brilliant light burst out in his eyes.

I thought that after thousands of years, the path of practicing in the Pure Land had been completely wrong, but I didn’t expect there would be a turning point.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is polluted. If you continue to practice all the way, it will have an increasing impact on your mind and mind. When you finally achieve the sixth level of realm, you may not be called an immortal god anymore. You should change it to a demon.

That is already a creature that is completely different from humans.

But the swordsman's path to practice is to take a different approach, using his own blood and energy to nourish the spiritual weapon, so as to turn this spiritual weapon into his own natal magic weapon in exchange for various magical powers that can be compared to the path of immortal cultivation. It is really extraordinary.

But unfortunately, there are gains and losses.

Without spiritual energy to provide accumulation, relying solely on blood and energy to support it, the foundation should be exhausted in less than a few decades.

"I don't know if this path was created by him or his inheritance."

Xie Bi'an, carrying his hands, showed some interest in Gu Jing Wubo's eyes.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!