Blood Prison Demon Emperor

"Let's go!"

Seeing that everyone had finished adjusting their breathing, Ye Dong was the first to stand up and bought the boundary marker.

The boundary marker is like a clear dividing line. After crossing it, the sky and the earth change color, and the purple-red sky weighs down on the sky. The hillside on this side no longer has the winding path, but is full of large tracts of flowers. wildflowers.

This kind of wild flower has a pale color, but there is a tragic red at the top of the petals, which is irregular, like a drop of blood on a pure white canvas, so beautiful that it has a cruel feeling.

Under the hillside, in the place shrouded in mist, there is a lake vaguely.

When everyone walked all the way to the lake, they all stopped, and everyone's face showed a puzzled look, because on this small lake covered in heavy mist, there were ships floating all over the place. There were several small boats, and two of them had the wreckage of two wretched humans.

These ships are dilapidated, and they can be turned into powder in an instant with just a light touch.

"It seems that we must find a boat to cross this lake!"

Everyone has tried it, and it is also impossible to fly here. Even the release of divine sense is like being trapped in a swamp, and it is difficult to push forward. Then the lake in front of you must have a boat to cross it.

"I'll go and carry our boat over here!" Zhu Yu whispered.

Ye Dong looked at Deyou, but the latter shook his head and said: "Everything I know is about things outside the boundary markers, and things inside the boundary markers. I don't know anything about it."

"Okay, Zhu Yu, you stay here, I'll get the boat!"

Just when Ye Dong was about to turn around to fetch the boat, Pan Chaoyang suddenly said, "No need!"

In the depths of the fog, a small boat is coming!

The speed of the boat was not fast, and it swayed through the thick fog and came towards the crowd. At this moment, everyone had gathered all their spiritual energy and was ready to go.

Under such a strange environment, a ship suddenly came, and everyone thought it must be the existence in the Lake of Ten Thousand Demons, so they were ready to attack at any time.

However, when the boat finally came in front of everyone, seeing the person punting on the boat made everyone stunned again.

This is an old man with an old and thin face. His white beard is already hanging down to his chest, but from the perspective of his body, he is not haggard, at least he can hold his clothes, so he doesn't look too weird.

The quail clothes were so knotted that they were almost rotten, leaving only strips of cloth, and they couldn't see the original appearance at all.

His hair was strange, as if it had been cut with some rough object, with tufts in the east and west sticking to the scalp, with different lengths.

Looking at the old man, everyone held their breath, especially Deyou's eyes showed a hint of sadness.

There was a soft "bang", and the boat landed lightly. The old man just looked at everyone like this, facing each other, but his eyes stayed on Banruo and Deyou for a few seconds, and he couldn't see anything. But the blame is on Deyou, who shed tears inexplicably.

"Deyou, why are you crying?" Xue Qingge asked curiously.

Deyou wiped away his tears and said, "I don't know either."

At this time, the old man suddenly said: "Nantong Fengdu, Beitong Nirvana, no matter which city you want to go to, you must pass through this lake, get on the boat!"

Ye Dong frowned and asked, "Old man, are you taking us there?"

"Besides me, is there anyone else here? However, I'm only in charge of the ferry. If I go, I don't know if it's life or death.

Ye Dong stared at the old man, and found that his face was too old, full of wrinkles, and most of his face was covered by his beard, and his eyes seemed a little cloudy, and he couldn't tell what his expression was trying to express , but on the old man, he couldn't feel a trace of anger, just like facing a corpse.

But the strange thing is, facing this old man of unknown origin, there is no slightest resentment or guard in the hearts of everyone.

"Get on board!"

The person who spoke was Deyou, who stepped onto the boat first, followed by Banruo. Now that they both boarded, everyone naturally stepped onto the boat one by one without hesitation.

The boat didn't look big, and it seemed that it couldn't carry so many people, but everyone got on the boat and found that the size of the boat was just right.

Ye Dong was the last one to board the boat, and just as he was boarding, the old man suddenly stretched out an arm to stop him and said, "Boat fare!"

Ye Dong was taken aback and said, "What do you want? Heavenly Spirit Stone?"

"Do you have a knife? Sharper ones!"

Everyone was a little baffled by the request made by the old man, but Ye Dong took out the Hongmeng Sword Pagoda and said, "Is the sword okay?"

The old man stared at the Grandmist Sword Tower, and after a careful look, a smile appeared on his haggard face: "Grandmist vitality, use it to shave my head, I really made a lot of money."

"What?" Ye Dong almost suspected that his ears had misheard, this old man actually wanted to use the Primordial Sword Tower to shave his head!

The old man licked his lips and said, "Well, shave my head bald, and it will be your boat fare. Of course, it would be even better if there is another jug ​​of wine."

Qiu Yun took out a jug of wine from her arms and said, "I have wine."

Deyou also came over and looked at Ye Dongdao: "Can the benefactor let me shave his head? My guardian monk and I often shave each other's heads."

After Ye Dong hesitated for a moment, he immediately handed the Hongmeng Sword Pagoda to Deyou and said, "Then I will trouble you!"

To casually hand over the Hongmeng Sword Tower, which is more precious than life, to others, and to shave their heads for others, Ye Dong's abrupt behavior, in the eyes of everyone, no one finds it strange.

Holding the Hongmeng Sword Tower, Deyou shaved the old man's head very carefully, seriously, and even cautiously.

As the hair of different lengths fell from the old man's head, everyone could see that there were many scars on the old man's scalp.

The old man probably noticed it too, and said disapprovingly: "It's inconvenient here, there is no sharp weapon, and you can only use a polished stone to shave your head. It is precious, otherwise I really hope that you can leave it to me, so that you don’t have to worry about it in the future.”

"I have a knife!"

Xue Qingge took out a very small knife from her bosom, and put it in front of the old man. She took it out from Hu Bugu's Ice Palace, because it was only a mortal weapon, so she didn't have the nerve to take it out just now.

When the old man saw the knife, he immediately grinned, that smile was very satisfied, but at this moment, Deyou, who was shaving his hair, burst into tears again.

Deyou suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Senior, do you know about Shoufa Mountain in Zixiaotian, where there is a Fudo Temple, which is a hermit Buddhist sect that does not accept offerings from the outside world, nor does it accept incense from the world. "

But facing Deyou's words, the old man didn't answer, but snored lightly, and fell asleep.