Endless sea, vast expanse of blue waves.
The nine warships sailed all the way south, riding the wind and waves, and they had been traveling for more than ten days.
The ancestral ship of the Liu family is the largest and most powerful warship among the nine warships. It sails smoothly on the sea, and its whole body exudes a black metallic luster, like a black steel behemoth.
Not far away, the other eight warships were less than half that size.
The major Jianghu sects and family forces on the eight warships, in their spare time, would look up at the Liu family's ancestral ship on the railings. They all talked about it, looked in awe, and guessed what kind of metal the Liu family used to build such a giant warship. Boat.
On the warship of Cangwu Holy Land, there were three thousand disciples, a group of elders, and other martial arts forces who were friendly with Cangwu Holy Land.
At this moment, Liu Tianhe and Saint Cangwu stood side by side, looking at the ancestral ship. They looked proud and had a faint smile on their faces. On the deck, their son Liu Yaozu and several other elders' children were playing and having fun together.
next door.
On the sea not far away is the warship of the Nine-Layer Holy Land, second only to the ancestral ship of the Liu family. There are 50,000 people on board, 30,000 are the disciples and elders of the Nine-Layer Holy Land, and the remaining 20,000 are the ancestors of Qingcheng and other Heavenly Clan members. The master's subordinates.
"We are going to the Yun Dynasty Island. We are going to build another branch of the Nine Holy Lands there. Everyone, behave well. The ancestor said that the branch masters and elders will appear from among you!"
On the deck, Mo Yi, a Jiuji Realm master sitting under Liu Sanhai, said that in front of him was a group of elders and elite disciples from the Nine Holy Lands.
When Mo Yi mentioned his ancestor, his face was filled with enthusiasm.
His name was Mo Yi, and there were nine other masters named Mo Two, Mo Three, Mo Four... Mo Shi, all of whom were the strongest in the Nine Holy Lands selected by Liu Sanhai at that time, and were called the Ten Demon Lords.
In ten years, under the vigorous cultivation of Liu Sanhai, they did not hesitate to use resources to accumulate, and became the top ten masters of the Nine Extremes Realm in the Nine Layers Holy Land, and they were famous in the martial arts world.
"Elder Mo Yi, I heard that you other demon kings may be brought to heaven by the ancestor this time, right?" asked a disciple from the Nine Holy Lands, with an eager look on his face.
Mo Yi smiled when he heard the words, and said longingly: "I hope so. I am not sure about entering the heaven. My sword intention is still not close to the goal. My ancestor asked me to go to the battlefield on the Yun Dynasty Island to kill more people. , you can understand the meaning of the sword, hey!"
When the others heard it, they also sighed with emotion.
In the past ten years, the martial arts and cultivation of those people in Heaven have been rising like rockets, and there are many mysterious pills and weapons. They all dream of joining Heaven, but unfortunately the threshold for Heaven is extremely high.
In the distance, on a medium-sized warship, there are a group of relatively weak martial arts sects and families, as well as many casual cultivators, a mixed bag of masters, and many extremely powerful and vicious people.
This ship is equivalent to a black ship, with a gambling house, a red building, and a colosseum on it.
Most of the people on this ship went to Yun Dynasty Island to compete for opportunities and make a fortune.
At this moment, in a large room of this ship, on a high platform.
A young monk with a fair complexion was knocking on wooden fish and reciting scriptures with a compassionate smile on his face.
Under the high platform, a group of martial arts masters were listening to his sermons, with extremely pious expressions.
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a master from the Bitter Sea Realm led a group of people and rushed in with murderous intent.
"Monk Thief, what did you do to our sect master? Our sect master heard you preach the sutra and became a monk!" He held the knife and looked at the group of people in the room who were listening to the sutra with cold autumn eyes.
Among them, a one-eyed dragon stands out, that is, their sect leader, who is usually very majestic and kills countless people.
But at this moment, the young monk sat down to listen to the scriptures with a pious look on his face, without even looking at his masters.
The young monk smiled slightly and knocked the wooden fish, causing a circle of ripples. The bodies of the group of people including the masters of the Bitter Sea Realm who rushed in were shaken, and most of the anger on their faces disappeared.
Then, he spoke: "Amitabha, a poor monk named Tractor, not a thieving monk!"
His voice was soft and magnetic, with the slightest trace of strange fluctuations.
"Donor, there is no end to the sea of suffering. Once you turn around, you will find another shore. Sit down and listen to the poor monk tell a story about the Bulldozer King..."
As soon as the words were spoken, the group of people across from him all looked dazed for a while, as if they were puppets being manipulated. They put down their swords and sat cross-legged under the stage.
The young monk smiled slightly, knocked the wooden fish, and began to speak slowly: "Buddha said that there is no devil in the world. A generation of bulldozer kings came out of the sky to intimidate all directions. Each of the eight heavenly kings under his command has a mysterious iron order. To obtain the mysterious iron Commander, get the treasure of the Bulldozer King..."
The young monk spoke very slowly, and there were other power fluctuations in his words.
Under the stage, the group of people who had just sat cross-legged on the ground picked up the swords on the ground one by one and began to grade themselves. Soon, everyone became bald and looked at the monk with pious faces.
Judging from their looks, just like the other people who were already sitting in the audience, each of them seemed to have become the most loyal believers of the young monk.
The corners of the young monk's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was like a Buddha and a devil.
He looked towards the direction of the Liu family's ancestral ship, his eyes were particularly deep, and he murmured to himself: "I'm going to the Yun Dynasty Island. I hope I can find the descendants of the Excavator King..."
The young monk sighed quietly: "The inheritance and treasures of the Bulldozer King are too tempting, and the poor monk can't help but fall into the devil's path. It's so good but so sad... Anyway, just follow your heart!"
He turned around, sat cross-legged on the high platform, and continued to chant. The room was suddenly peaceful, with only his voice echoing...
At the same time, on the second floor of the ship, there was a lot of noise and a huge flow of people.
Here is a colosseum built by several families.
Those who participate in beast fighting are not allowed to use weapons such as swords, and their martial strength or spiritual power will be sealed, and they are only allowed to use fists, legs and kicks.
Guo Dagang from the Corpse Raising Sect came with his disciples and sat in the stands.
"Master, this time we went to Yun Dynasty Island, are we really not coming back?" asked a female disciple.
Guo Dagang said with a smile: "Of course, although Yun Dynasty Island is not as big as Scorpio Island, it is very prosperous. There are seven cities alone, which is enough for the development of our Corpse Raising Sect."
"Wow, that's really beautiful. I've never seen so many cities!" The female disciple sighed with longing.
Guo Dagang smiled slightly, his eyes full of hope.
In the past ten years, he has been hiding in Tibet just to avoid the Liu family. Now, he is going to the Yun Dynasty Island so that the Liu family will never find him again. It feels comfortable just thinking about it.
It's a pity that there is no decent master in his Corpse Raising Sect.
At this time, bursts of cheers rang out in the Colosseum.
"Beast King! Beast King! Beast King!..."
Guo Dagang looked curiously and saw a young man walking into the Colosseum with bare arms.
Then, several evil wolves were released from the iron cage.
They were drug-enhanced wolves. Each of them was bigger than a calf, very scary, and their hair was like silk.
The young man fought with the evil wolves, punching to the flesh. No wolf could get close. Anyone hit by his punch would either die or be injured.
The violent power and the magnificent killing skills shocked the heroes and cheered.
Guo Dagang also smacked his tongue.
"Is it the Liu family body cultivator?!"
He stared at the young man carefully and found that he did not have big muscles like the Liu family's body, and he was relieved.
"These wolves are ferocious beasts cultivated by the Slave Beast Sect with drugs. Each of them is comparable to the Sea of Bitter Realm. Together, they are comparable to the Nine Extremes Realm. They are unable to do anything to this young man!"
"It's incredible. Before this young man was sealed, his cultivation level was only in the Body Tempering Realm. But is the Body Tempering Realm so powerful?!"
In the stands of the Colosseum, several martial arts seniors looked at him in disbelief and commented loudly.
Then with a wave of his hand, one of his subordinates bowed and retreated, and released a giant python into the Colosseum. The evil aura comparable to that of the Nine Extremes caused a commotion and panic in the Colosseum.
In the field, the young man's eyes were bright, and he didn't care about the giant python. He rushed over and punched it down. The giant python bit him, but he didn't care at all. His fist and the person smashed into the mouth of the giant python, and then It rushed out from behind the head, bringing out the flesh and blood everywhere.
The giant python's body fell to the ground with a crash.
In the Colosseum, there was excitement and excitement, and the cheers were deafening.
The young man smiled slightly and said to himself: "The nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth level of the body tempering realm, there is still one level left to break through..."
In the stands, Guo Dagang stared at the young man with bright eyes. When the beast fight was over, he immediately followed him and said hello: "Little brother, would you like to come to our sect to make offerings?!"
"I don't want to!" The young man refused without hesitation.
Guo Dagang was very anxious. This was a young master whose strength he could not clearly see clearly. As long as he was fooled, he would be able to help him build a good territory on Yun Dynasty Island.
"Little brother, don't refuse in a hurry. We are corpse-raising sects. We are good at digging graves. Our sect has many ancient relics..."
"Which sect?!" the young man suddenly asked, interrupting Guo Dagang's words.
"Corpse Raising Sect! What's wrong?!" Guo Dagang replied a little surprised, feeling slightly pleasantly surprised. His sect has been away from the world for ten years, but he didn't expect it to still have such a big reputation in the world.
The young man bared his teeth and smiled and said: "Since we are a corpse-raising sect, then I agree to cooperate with you!"
Guo Dagang was overjoyed to have this powerful young man in charge. He believed that the Corpse Raising Sect could soon gain a foothold on the Yun Dynasty Island and get rid of the nightmare shadow of the Liu family.