"Roar!!" The giant turtle was furious, and the delicious food in his mouth escaped? The roar was clear and clear, shaking the sky and sea. Many rocks within a few dozen miles were shattered, and all the black mist and the weaker hunters were shaken alive.
"Run away! Run away!" People woke up in horror, rolling and crawling to escape into the distance.
This huge and ancient evil beast kept roaring, climbed up the giant rock in front, and sprayed out a torrential purple gas, like a rushing river of flames, towards the direction where Qin Ming left. It was unwilling to give in. The little ant actually ran away from me.
Mengzhu got into the tide, caught the seriously injured Ma Dameng, and dragged him back to the team. The five of them evacuated at full speed, not daring to linger at all.
Guo Xiong looked back and saw that Qin Ming had torn through the thick fog and rushed to higher clouds. The huge waves and purple energy created by the giant turtle danced wildly in the sky, creating a shocking scene like a natural disaster, but Qin Ming could not be found. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and personally resisted Ma Dameng, urging them to speed up.
"That's...Qin Ming?" Wudian Yi Xue'er happened to be nearby. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the figure struggling to escape. The golden wings were too eye-catching, and the tiger walking through the air was not Qin's. Whose fate is it
"Are you sure it's Qin Ming?" The other witches were all excited. Compared with the black dragon warship, catching Qin Ming was the most important thing.
"That's right, it's him. I didn't expect that he would dare to show up here so openly." Yi Xueer was worried about how to find Qin Ming, but he actually came to her door himself. "Inform Hongmei and Moyu that Qin Ming has been found. I will mark them and try to catch up with them after I find them."
"Take your orders!" The hundred-man team immediately divided into thirty people and looked for the other two leaders in different directions.
On the edge of the chaotic tide, a small boat rose and fell with the waves. Sitting on the small boat was a skinny young man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, as inconspicuous as his small boat. But behind the messy long hair was a pair of scarlet eyes. They looked at the direction Qin Ming left for a while, and then stared at Yi Xueer and the others.
"Witch Hall! Flower Burial Hall!"
The young man spoke in a hoarse and low voice. He stood up slowly, holding a white weapon in his hand. It turned out to be a complete spine, white and scary.
After the hundred-meter giant turtle vented its anger, it sank to the bottom of the sea. Its descendants and great-grandchildren all sank one after another, and finally the youngest one was left floating on the deep sea. Soon after, the black fog refilled the empty sea area, and it became an environment where you couldn't even see your fingers, as if nothing had happened.
Qin Ming flew forward for thousands of meters, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell back to the sea again, releasing the Skylark. He was covered in pain, with many fractures all over his body, and even two of his wings were broken. With this level of injury, others would have been unable to move for a long time, but Qin Ming was ruthless to the enemy and ruthless to himself. He endured the severe pain and persisted until now, preventing himself from comatose. Otherwise, once you close your eyes, you may never wake up again.
"Stare at the sea and remind me at any time." Qin Ming's face turned pale, he was covered in cold sweat, and his voice was trembling. He didn't care how much water of life was left in the space finger. He tremblingly took out five bottles, poured them into his mouth one after another, and took the time to sit cross-legged and practice.
The white tiger sits on the bow of the ship, watching the surroundings.
The dangers in the ghost sea are more dangerous than they imagined. Once they encounter a monster, they will definitely escape death.
Moreover, no matter what the rumors say, no one can understand the real feeling without personally experiencing the ghost sea.
Several teams passed by, and Bai Hu forcibly changed the direction of the Skylark and skillfully avoided them. It is no longer crazy, no longer domineering, it restrains its momentum and takes care of Qin Ming.
However, the ghost sea is so dark that it cannot be seen, and the expansion of its spiritual consciousness is even more suppressed. It has to work hard to see with its eyes, listen with its ears, and smell with its nose, accompanied by its weak spiritual consciousness. Checking the sea.
It might be a day and a night, or it might be only half a day. They were drifting without any danger, but the white tiger suddenly became violent and roared in the distance. "Roar!!"
"What's wrong?" Qin Ming endured the severe pain and woke up. Before he could stand up, a loud roar came from the depths of the thick fog, like a terrifying demonic sound coming from the land of Jiuyou, moving ** Touching the sea surface, the sea beasts retreated in fright.
Black dragon warship? Qin Ming was almost paralyzed. He was not afraid of the black dragon warship, but afraid of the Long Live Mountain. Not only are the holy warriors afraid of Long Live Mountain, but even if you throw Tianwu over there, he will be so scared that he wets his pants.
Dozens of raptors passed through the thick fog and rushed toward him. A large number of sea beasts fled under the sea and on the sea surface. They were all panic-stricken and frightened. They didn't seem to see Qin Ming, and they flew behind and disappeared.
A giant warship shrouded in black fog rode the wind and waves and appeared in the depths of the black fog. It looked like a giant black dragon soaring in the ocean, making an earth-shattering roar and carrying a metallic killing force. It trembled between the sky and the sea, and disturbed the dense fog. Behind the black dragon warship, one could vaguely see a white 'long line' that was rapidly enlarging, filling the space with a desolate and majestic momentum.
"Roar!!" Bai Hu woke up Qin Ming, why was he so stunned at this time. It almost gave Qin Ming a claw. It's not easy for me to grow up so big, and I don't want to go back to the baby state again.
Qin Ming was frightened and energized, and drove the Skylark to fly away and evacuate. There was a voice in his heart roaring, he must not enter the Long Live Mountain, he must not!
"Ho ho." Bai Hu urged Qin Ming anxiously, constantly looking back, he was about to catch up, he was coming up soon, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
However, how can the Skylark be faster than the Black Dragon Warship? Qin Ming had already used all his strength to activate the Skylark, but the black dragon warships were still closing the distance between them. Looking back, Long Live Mountain has appeared at the end of the sight. The white mist is vast and boundless, intertwined with the dark mist, like a dream, as if it is drifting between reality and dreams. Looking from a distance, this scene is actually very beautiful, but thinking of the legend of Long Live Mountain, Qin Ming has no feeling of admiration at all. He is more desperate than ever, and more frightened than ever before.
"Take it!" Qin Ming recalled Skylark, suddenly spread his golden wings, picked up the white tiger and flew forward. He was covered in injuries, but these were nothing compared to being sucked into the turbulence of time and space in Long Live Mountain. Escape was the most important thing.
"ah!!"
"Roar!!"
Screams continued between the waves, and the sea beasts and raptors were drowned by the white light of the Long Live Mountain, screaming like ghosts. In the face of this kind of disaster that is close to the law of heaven, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how big you are, you can only Ability to 'resign oneself to fate' and accept the judgment of time and space.
The continuous screams were like a low death knell, constantly ringing in Qin Ming's ears, urging him to go faster, faster, faster.
He was flying so fast that he even broke into the group of raptors in front of him. These usually ferocious guys were in no mood to pay attention to him. They didn't even dare to look at him. There was real fear in their eyes. Their wings flapped violently and they were not even interested in feeding. Used it.
"Black Dragon Warship!"
"Long live the mountain!"
There was a team of hunters in front of them, with three to five hundred people scattered in different places. They were all alarmed at this moment. Many people screamed and knelt down on the wooden board, hoarsely wailing: "No..."
Long live the mountain!
The sacred mountain that guards the long river of time and space.
A legend within a legend.
Once drawn into the Long Live Mountain, he will be enveloped by the power of time and space there. Will he age rapidly and turn into bones? Or will it suddenly degenerate and turn into a baby, crushed by the energy in the turbulent current? No one is sure, and it’s overwhelming. Once you go in, don't even think about coming back. You will die completely involuntarily. This is the real place of death.
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