When the dust settled, this spiritual space was already in ruins.

The original Nine Nether giant tree has now turned into debris all over the ground.

Only the heart of the tree remained, held in the claws of a dark dragon.

The black dragon flying in the air fell back to the ground, and its slender body suddenly shrank and turned back into Jiang Li's appearance.

Just after turning back into human form, Jiang Li stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Although we won the soul war by chance, the opponent has not only cultivated his primordial spirit, but is also extremely proficient in soul-related methods with the Nine Nether Wood. The difficulty involved is beyond the imagination of outsiders.

The condition of Jiang Li and his several clones was already very bad at this time.

The fifth clone, a tiny man only the size of a palm, whooshed in.

After a moment, the tree soul core slowly transformed and became Jiang Li's appearance.

The final origin of the Nine Nether Wood in the cemetery was finally swallowed up by Jiang Li's fifth parallel consciousness.

Then, the Guanyin Heart Sutra was activated, and the soul fragments that had fallen to the ground floated up and gathered towards the heart of the tree. They were slowly absorbed by the fifth parallel consciousness that had turned into the core of the tree soul.

Feeling the soul energy feeding back to him, Jiang Li's spirits finally recovered a little.

. . . .

A few days later, Jiang Li bid farewell to everyone in Chongshan League again and left the Dachongshan area.

Riding on the wooden dragon Rayquaza, he flew towards an area marked as red danger on the map.

The Shifang Domain is a huge area that is about ten times the size of the Dachongshan Immortal Cultivation World.

Even in the entire map of the Eastern Region, the Ten Directions Region occupies a considerable area.

But this area, marked in eye-catching red, means that such a huge area is full of deadly dangers.

The power of the Temple of the Gods does not cover this area, and they do not recommend ordinary monks to enter.

Because this Ten Directions Domain has another name, it is called the Land of Ten Thousand Monsters.

It is an area with a danger level that is no less than that of the Ghost King Wasteland, and is even more barbaric than that.

Those who rule this place are not human monks, nor are they ghost kings or ghost generals, but countless mountain goblins and monsters of various kinds.

They are the kings of the mountains and the masters of the land. In their eyes, humans are nothing more than food and blood.

This is a paradise where monsters roam wildly, but a hell where humans are reduced to being eaten by blood.

Jiang Li, who had disguised himself and put on the clothes of a casual cultivator, was standing by a big river. Looking at the area opposite that was filled with demonic energy, he couldn't help but sigh.

Although it has long been known that the Dachongshan cultivation world is actually a very peaceful area.

But now, compared with the vast area across the river filled with evil spirits, he realized how harmonious his novice village was.

If the earth-immortal-level locust tree demon king had not been struck to death by the thunderbolt, I am afraid that the situation in the world of immortal cultivation would not be much better than that of the Ten Directions Realm.

Jiang Li came here not for any other reason. His good friend Yan Hong was brought here after being captured by the Nine Nether Wood in the cemetery.

The fifth parallel consciousness has not yet completely devoured the other party, but some fragments of information obtained from it have already pointed out the location of Yan Hong and others.

The Jiuyou Tree was originally a tree demon. After escaping from the Mazu River Basin, it somehow ended up here.

Over the past half year, relying on its impressive strength, the other party has established some foundations in the Ten Directions Domain.

All the missing people from Chongshan League were sent here by him.

Firstly, Yan Hong is his good friend, and secondly, he was targeted by the Nine Netherwood in the cemetery because he was entangled in Jiang Li's cause and effect.

Jiang Li couldn't just ignore it for both moral and logical reasons.

So after finding out the location, he flew all the way here until he was stopped by this big river.

When he flew to the quicksand river, he keenly sensed a hint of danger, so he stopped and landed on the river bank.

After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of black talisman paper from his arms and folded it quickly in his hands. Soon a black paper crane took shape in his hand.

A breath of spiritual energy was blown on it, and the paper crane seemed to come alive, flapping its wings and flying towards the river.

Paper crane messaging is a Maoshan magic from ancient times, which originated from the Sutra Hall in Sutra Valley. It is not difficult to master. Like the spells of summoning gods and exorcising demons, they are all easy to master and have a high upper limit.

If one practices to a high level, a paper crane can fly all over the three realms and six paths, which is very powerful.

But after the paper crane flew about ten feet away, it began to fly unsteadily as it flapped its wings.

Soon the paper crane's flying altitude was getting lower and lower. Even though its spiritual energy was not exhausted, after flying another dozen feet, it plunged into the water and was instantly soaked and crushed by the turbulent river water.

Jiang Li raised his hand again, a green light flashed, and a wooden stake grew out of thin air in his hand.

When the wooden stake was thrown into the river, the wood could not float in the water. It rolled over and over and then sank into the muddy river water and disappeared.

Then wooden boats and canoes of various shapes were built and thrown into the water, but no matter how well designed the boat was, it could not float in the river.

Jiang Li's expression changed slightly. He approached the river bank and reached out to scoop up a handful of water.

The turbid river water flowed through his fingers, leaving a handful of fine yellow sand in his hand.

"Eight hundred worlds of quicksand, three thousand deep waters. Goose feathers cannot float, and reed catkins will sink to the bottom."

Jiang Li inexplicably recalled these two lines from the epitaph.

Jiang Li wanted to reach the haunted place opposite, but as a Jindan cultivator, his way was blocked by the river in front of him.

As luck would have it, on the map, the name of this river is actually 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 world's natural no-fly zones are truly vast and filled with all kinds of wonders.

Just when Jiang Li was groping in the dark, a black shadow appeared from the upper reaches of the Liusha River and slowly drifted down with the current.

As the black shadow gradually grew larger, Jiang Li saw that it was a bamboo raft floating on the turbulent quicksand river.

Jiang Li had just tried to build a boat using various spiritual woods but all failed. However, this ordinary-looking bamboo raft could easily float on the Quicksand River.

Sure enough, every place has its own tricks.

Cultivation and strength cannot explain everything.

There was a sign hanging on the bamboo raft, which should be the professional ferryman here.

"Fellow Daoist, I have five hundred spirit stones here, please give me a ride!"

He shouted loudly into the river, and to show his sincerity, he picked up a medium-grade spirit stone and threw it towards the bamboo raft on the river.

How could someone who could sail on a bamboo raft on the Liusha River be an ordinary mortal?

The mid-grade spirit stone that Jiang Li threw over was as powerful as a cannonball, but it was still grabbed by the other party.

Then the other party did not take the spirit stone and left, but floated towards him on the bamboo raft.

"Do you want to cross the river, fellow Daoist?"

The man on the bamboo raft asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Jiang Li spread out his palm and placed four medium-grade spirit stones on it.

It costs five hundred spirit stones to cross the river once. I think this price is quite good.

"It is certainly convenient, but the crossing fee is two thousand spirit stones."

As if seeing that Jiang Li was a little hesitant, the boatman continued to persuade him.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. I, He Lao San, have been running a raft in this Liusha River for twenty years. The price has always been this high and has never changed."

Listening to his words, Jiang Li looked at the sign hanging at the front of the bamboo raft.

It clearly says that each person will be charged 200 spirit stones for each crossing.

The other party noticed Jiang Li's gaze and put away the sign without changing his expression. Then he continued to speak without blushing or beating his heart.

"My bamboo raft can carry ten people at a time. Since there is only one of you here today, the price is naturally two thousand."

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Jiang Li frowned, but still jumped lightly and stepped onto the bamboo raft.

There was actually not much difference between two thousand spirit stones and five hundred spirit stones for him. But this situation of being obviously cheated still made him feel a little unhappy.

"Hey, hey, half is paid for getting on the raft and half is paid for getting off the raft. That's the rule."

The other party still refused to give in.

Jiang Li thought about it and threw out nine medium-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, stand still. Let's start crossing."

Given the depth of the water in Liusha River, this bamboo pole should not be able to reach the bottom of the river.

But with just a push, the bamboo raft under his feet turned flexibly and floated towards the other side of the Liusha River.

The river water was turbulent, but the bamboo raft was surprisingly stable and its speed was not slow in the rapids.

It takes less than two incense sticks to cross the river.

"How is your business, fellow Daoist?"

Jiang Li asked casually on the boat.

"You are joking, my friend. It is not a business. If you don't open for three years, you can only make a living for three years after you open it."

The ferryman who was paddling the bamboo raft smiled and didn't mind talking to Jiang Li about his behavior of overcharging customers for three years after opening his business.

He is so shameless, just like a taxi driver who overcharges passengers late at night.

"Since it's so dangerous and the business is not good, why don't tour guides change their profession?"

Jiang Li was not angry, but wanted to see how far this man could go.

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that the nine-headed dragon fish under this stretch of the Quicksand River is an old friend of mine. He may harm others, but he won't harm me."

"Other people's bamboo rafts will definitely sink here, but my He Lao San's raft will not."

It turned out that this was a ferryman who made his living by relying on his connections.

In fact, most of the ferrymen on the Quicksand River have acquaintances with the great monsters in the water. Otherwise, if you paddle over their heads, they will just wag their tails and flip you over into the river.

"I see. How disrespectful!"

"Could you please explain to me a little? In this quicksand river, boats sink and birds fall. Why is it that only your bamboo raft can sail smoothly on the river?"

This was indeed Jiang Li's doubt. The effect of the Quicksand River was truly overbearing. Anyway, he had not found a solution to it yet.

"Haha, if a fellow Taoist asks me, He Lao San will naturally answer."

"Eight thousand miles north of here, there is a place with a bamboo forest, called the Dragonfly-Swimming Bamboo. If you make a raft out of this bamboo, you can naturally sail on rivers, lakes, and seas."

It turns out that the bamboo raft is made of special bamboo. All things are interdependent and mutually exclusive, and it has always been like this.

Think about the Nine Nether Wood and the Ghost Lantern Fish, think about the Armored Demon and the Shura Blood, the world is so wonderful.

"My friend, since you told me the secret of eating, aren't you afraid that I will come and steal your business?"

Jiang Li stood at the front of the bamboo raft and turned to look at the ferryman holding the pole at the back.

"Fellow Daoist, you may not know that this bamboo raft is 34 feet long, but only 4 feet can float, and 13 feet wide, but only 3 feet can float. Look, isn't that the land under my feet?"

“Hahaha! Fellow Daoist, we are now exactly in the center of the river. I won’t take the remaining 1,000 kilograms of spirit 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 fell apart.

Just as he said, only the small bamboo raft under his feet, which was four feet long and three feet wide, could continue to float. The rest were ordinary bamboos. They were swept by the river water and sank directly without even stopping for a moment.

As the saying goes, a dragonfly skims the water. It turns out that such a large bamboo raft is supported by this small piece of bamboo.

As the bamboo raft broke apart, Jiang Li, who was standing at the front of the raft, lost his support point and could not fly in the air, so he could only fall into the water together with the raft, and sank into the water in a moment.

No wonder the ferryman answered Jiang Li's questions with all his heart and told him all the secrets of their business.

It turned out that he had no intention of sending Jiang Li to the other side.

And this is exactly the deal reached between them, the ferryman, and the river monster below.

Every raft that passes by will sink, and the customers that sink into the water will become sacrifices to the big monster in the water.

As for whether the customer is on the raft that passes or the one that sinks, it all depends on luck.

A pass rate of 50%, this is really evil.

"Hehe, what a pity, such a rich boy. If I can get his stuff, I can make a small fortune."

He shook the bag in his hand, and the sound of the ten medium-grade spirit stones colliding inside made him very satisfied.

"Another foolish boy who is new and inexperienced. Now that he is in the stomach of Master Jiu Tou, he will regret it."

Not only did he take the money and harm people, he also spoke ill of them behind their backs. This kind of guy has to swallow a thousand needles.

At this moment, the water under He Lao San's bamboo raft began to roll strangely.

Although the Quicksand River was always turbulent, he had paddled on the water for twenty years. At this moment, the direction of the water was clearly wrong.

Suddenly his pupils shrank, and there seemed to be a shadow underwater, swimming around him quickly.

The huge monster that stirred the water made him break out in cold sweats.

"Master Jiutou, Master Jiutou! It's me, I'm He Lao San! Wait, please put away your magical powers!"

Even a dragonfly touching the water cannot withstand the attack from underwater monsters.

He begged for mercy again and again, thinking that he had offended the big monster below.

Boom! The next moment, a huge head emerged from the water and directly lifted up his three-foot by four-foot bamboo raft, throwing him 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?"

(End of this chapter)