"Shui Mei! Call the three hundred witches together, follow the blood flowers closely, and track the target. Whether it's a fight or a fight, it depends on the opportunity." The witch waved more than three hundred petals and sprinkled them into the sea shrouded in mist, towards the thousands of The petals exploded in the direction where they disappeared.
"Take orders." The ghost general 'Shui Mei' gathered three hundred witches and jumped into the sea. They drove a small boat and quickly disappeared into the mist.
"Give you a chance, go ahead." The witch master said lightly, and walked toward the stern of the ship surrounded by the witches.
Lin Yunhan did not dare to delay and left by boat. He probably understood that there must have been an accident and the person who got the weapon spirit escaped. Who could it be? Even the Witch Master couldn't stop it personally
In the dark sea, the fog is floating. ① A simple to dilapidated fishing boat was drifting towards the funeral boat with the rise and fall of the sea.
① An old man is sitting on the bow of the boat, wearing a raincoat and wearing a hat. ① Holding a cigarette pole in his hand, ① holding a fishing rod. The fishing rod was more than ten meters long, longer than the hull of the boat. It looked very out of place. The fishing rod was raised diagonally in the sky, towards the flower burial boat.
The Flower Burial Boat is the palace of the Witch Lord, and all her disciples are here, including the three ghost generals from Shuimei, and other strong men in the Holy Martial Realm. But even they are wary. From this seemingly Ordinary old people feel an indescribable threat on their bodies, and no one dares to take action rashly.
"Your Majesty the Witch Lord, dawn is approaching and I am going fishing." The old man raised his hand and swung the fishing rod, jing the fishing line soared into the air and shot the funeral boat.
In an instant, the space trembled, first twisted, and then shattered, like glass that had been hit hard, crashing and shattering, with black lines, like cracks in the space, rushing at high speed, angrily taking the funeral boat.
What kind of martial arts is this? The expressions of everyone on the flower funeral boat changed, and just as they were about to take action, the witch master raised his slender hand, and more than ten flower petals flew out to attack, turning into giant flowers in mid-air, blooming high in the sky, and facing those black lines head-on.
Boom! The sky was shaking and the sea was shaking, and the loud noise was like thousands of thunders. Violent air waves swept between the sky and the sea, the sky trembled, the sea level rose, and the silent ocean fell into a terrifying riot.
The funeral boat was bouncing violently with the sea, and the old man's fishing boat was also bouncing.
"Don't be ungrateful!" The witch master and the old man were confronting each other in the air, ① a cold murderous intent burst out deep in his eyes.
"Roar!" The sea snake crawled out from the old man's collar, opened its mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar. Such a small body and such a powerful voice made the witches on the flower burial boat secretly frightened. What kind of character is this? The Flower Burial Boat has always frightened the sea and intimidated the heroes. Someone dared to be so presumptuous in front of them.
"Enough is enough, you can't destroy this ship, let alone suppress the witch palace." The witch master has murderous intent, spreading his right hand, a flower is in full bloom, the petals are fresh and dripping, but what is flowing is sticky blood. It seems to be pregnant with a sea of blood.
"You can't do anything to me." The old man sneered dryly, took off the dry pipe and knocked it gently on the board of the boat. The soot was flying, but it did not fall into the sea water, but flew high into the sky. Bits of ashes flew silently, and every piece was stained with sparks.
At first glance, it seems strange. If you look closely, the little bits of ashes seem to be wrapped in rolling magma, sealing in the terrifying high temperature.
"Witch Master, who is he?" The ghost general couldn't help it. How could there be such a person in the sea? The key is that they have never heard of it, let alone seen it.
The witch master looked at the old man coldly: "You really have something to do with that person, you are just trying to contain him now!"
"Whatever you think." The old man pointed to the sky and said calmly: "It's almost dawn."
"Who is he! Answer me and I'll leave."
“I just want to fish, that’s all.”
"Ask me again, who is he?"
"Nothing to do with me."
"Since it has nothing to do with you, it's up to me to decide whether to kill him or not."
"casual."
The witch master turned around with his sleeves rolled up and shouted: "Set sail! Chase!"
"Follow the order!" The witches looked back at the old man, feeling even more strange.
Black mist shrouded the flower funeral boat, and the seven giant ghosts woke up from their slumber. They noticed the old man in Chu not far away. They faced each other silently for a while, and then at the order of the witch master, they rose into the air and tightened their chains. , dragging the flower funeral boat into the sky.
The old man watched the flower funeral boat disappear into the darkness before dawn, his expression slowly becoming serious.
The sea snake dispersed its fierce light and clung to the old man's arms and shoulders.
liangjiuliangjiu…
The old man spread his left hand and looked at the golden light: "It looks like it's going to be noisy for a while."
"Hiss..." The sea snake swallowed the snake letter and seemed to be saying something.
"Look who's in the nearby sea." The old man closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling it. After a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Him? Why is he back? Hmm... Is that location... Liuli Island? It's a bit far away. , I hope this little guy can persist."
The old man raised his left hand high into the sky, clasped his fingers slightly, clicked, and golden lightning flashes exploded in the palm of his hand, like thunder falling on the ground, resounding across the sea and sky, and a shining golden character rose into the sky, straight into the sky.
The word gold is king!
Qin Mingzheng was sailing the boat on the early morning sea. After struggling all night, he finally saw the light, but he really couldn't relax at all. He stepped up his training while keeping an eye on the sea. The white tiger gnawed on the freshly caught sea shou, and its mouth was filled with blood. From time to time, it looked up at the sea behind, to be on guard against the appearance of more petals.
More than a dozen sea eagles were flying across the river, dragging a huge ship a hundred meters away, riding the wind and waves at high speed.
The sea eagle is long and wide, like an eagle spreading its wings, or like a speeding whale shark. Sometimes it flies over the sea surface, sometimes it rushes into the bottom of the sea. It is very fast and ferocious.
More than ten sea eagles appeared together, and the nearby sea shou retreated one after another.
As a result, the giant ship sailed unhindered in the sea.
Qin ordered him to sail the sea eagle and also sail the giant ship.
The owners of huge ships don’t want to cause trouble. Generally speaking, those who dare to cross the sea by self-driving boats are definitely not good people, and those who dare to cross the sea in ye are also outliers. They control sea eagles and voluntarily deviate from their tracks.
It wasn't until noon that Qin Ming finally stopped. Controlling the Skylark consumes a lot of jing's energy. Now his head is a little swollen and he needs to rest.
From ye to now, I don’t know how far I have rushed or where I have ended up. But I only have the impression that the sea is too vast. After such a long journey and spanning countless miles, I only passed five islands.
Qin Ming checked carefully and found that this sea area was relatively safe.
"Cheer up your jing spirit, stare at the sea surface, and also at the bottom of the sea. I will take a rest and try to find an island before dark." Qin Ming sat cross-legged and rested, running the Sheng Sheng Jue to restore his jing spirit.
But before long, ripples appeared on the calm sea surface, one after another, becoming more and more frequent. There was a dull loud noise in the distance, like something fierce rushing across the sea, or like the violent collision of turbulent waves.
Qin Ming woke up and stared into the distance. On the vast sea, ① the first three male lions were running wildly, as if they were treading not on the sea water, but on the solid earth. The lions were golden, majestic and fierce, and their killing intent was rushing towards them. Come, shake the sea and the sky.
The white tiger roared as if facing a powerful enemy.
Qin Ming clenched his sword, ① comforting the white tiger, ① and wary of the intruder.
On the back of the three golden lions, there is a heroic man, his eyes are like lightning, and he is not angry and intimidating. He is wearing gold armor and has an overwhelming aura. Holding a long black sword in his hand, he pointed at the sky. The overwhelming murderous aura came from the sword.
A man rides a lion and rides into the sea. His mighty and murderous aura trembles in the sea, and even intimidates the nearby seashore. They didn't pay attention to Qin Ming's intention, but the man still noticed his Skylark number.
"The Skylark of the Black Dragon Warship?" The man sat high on the back of the lion, squinting at Qin Ming, and his power was as overwhelming as the mountains and seas.
Qin Ming nodded, this man was so violent.
"Where does it come from."
"auctions."
"Five ships have been born, and the Black Dragon Warship... is coming back..." The man did not seize his boat, but spoke softly and drove away with three lions.