One year later.
In the South China Sea, the sky is like a blue wash, and there are boats riding the wind and waves on the sea.
The sun shone a little bit of gold, and a ball of fire bounced in the air, scurrying around the boat, sometimes slipping away, and looking from the boat, it was like a second sun hanging in the sky.
Whenever the fireball approaches, the boatmen get nervous.
Because they have already burned three sails, and the deck has also changed several pieces. Fortunately, this boat was bought by Liang Yan Ge of the East China Sea. The rudder and important parts are forged by magic weapons. .
After Chen He's strength was improved, Shi Zhonghuo was able to transform from a human form back to a fireball.
Its playful nature does not change, and it rolls on the sea in the middle of the night, reflecting the sea red. Being treated as a monster by the fisherman, he was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly, adding a lot of strange rumors to Yazhou.
This boat is exquisitely made, the bow is curved and flexible like a dragon, the whole is narrow and long, and the sails are taut when the wind blows, which is extremely brisk.
In the afternoon, most of the people were practicing in the cabin, and only a few magic cultivators were on duty, chatting on the deck boredly.
Someone looked at the rolling fireball in the distance, and suddenly sighed, "I don't know who Mr. Chen is."
"Shh." The people around him stopped him immediately, looked around vigilantly, and found that the others were far apart, so he lowered his voice and said, "It is said that he is the junior brother of the Gorefiend, the child of the Yunzhou family, I don't think so. ."
"Yes, the rumor that there was a fire in the stone in Yunzhou three years ago was said to be a coincidence of a mortal surnamed Chen, and he had it since he was a child. However, the Chen family was completely burned down, and someone inquired about the news, and said that Chen He was many years ago. If you fall off a cliff and die, even if you don't die, you're only weak, how can you have such a cultivation base."
Must be an excuse.
"That-"
Mo Xiu thought for a while, and the sound transmission replied: "It may be someone from the Northern Profound Sect at the time."
The listener pondered carefully. Instant horror: In this way, the collapse of the Beixuan faction becomes difficult to say. Is it the pair of brothers and sisters who betrayed the family together, or the lucky ones in the conspiracy
"In my opinion, don't think too much about Beixuan Secret Treasure."
Noisy tossing for a whole year, even though the enthusiasm of the cultivation world has not diminished, some people have passed the frenzy period and their minds are clear.
"Where can good things get us?" The two magic cultivators laughed at themselves.
At first, I thought that Zhao Weiyang was lucky, who wouldn't want to try his luck? Now it seems that even with this luck, like Fu Lieyun, he lost his life.
How many people from the righteous and demons chased and killed, but they couldn't find Zhao Weiyang. They definitely didn't have the ability. Why do they want to covet that treasure
"Do you think it will work this time?"
The person who asked the question looked around and sighed in his heart that the monks in this boat, but the forces of Donghai, Qingzhou, Jizhou, and Yuzhou, seemed to have given up looking for Zhao Weiyang, and turned to the Gathering faction to settle accounts, but the Demon Venerables still did not give up. .
"Who can say for sure? I heard that the monks from Donghai and Qingzhou have fought Yuanlou three times in a row, and all the monsters in the sea have appeared. Let's take care of our lives, don't just throw them away."
His companion was very concerned, and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw a black wave on the sea.
"Dude! You're a crow's mouth!"
Say what!
The other monks on the deck also caught a glimpse of this terrifying scene, and without thinking about it, they immediately shouted: "The monster is here!"
The fire in the stone rushed into the water bravely, the crimson fire rose, and the entanglement went straight into the sky. The monster finally broke away from the cover of the waves and showed its true colors.
Not one, but a group.
The black feathers are dark, the wings are as big as a bucket, the beak is blood red, and there are four or five sharp claws on the outside of the wings.
When they gathered together, the claws hooked together, like a huge snare. The feathers are not wet in contact with water, and they are silent when plunged into the sea. If the fire in the stone hadn't been the first to find out that something was wrong, they might have lurked closer.
"啾!" Shi Zhonghuo turned into a human figure, clenching his fists angrily.
It wants to burn these birds, but they can fly.
In a hurry, the big bird spreads out, and at best it burns off some of its fallen feathers.
With such a momentum, the monks on the ship were of course alarmed, and they came out to look at the sky.
"It's the witch mysterious bird!"
"Good guy, Donghai Yuanlou is so rich." You Mo Xiu picked up the magic weapon and said excitedly.
Zhan Yuanqiu stumbled out and pulled the cumbersome purple gold robe on his body helplessly. He found that everyone was attracted by the "fireball trapped in the net" in the distance, and suddenly said sharply: "All alert! Watch out for sneak attacks!"
"Master, you are too worried."
Those demon cultivators who were not Xiang Wanchun's subordinates said with a smile: "There are two Venerables on the boat, dozens of seniors of the God Transformation stage, and the Yuanlou rat generation are courageous and long-haired, and there is no way to sink this boat. "
Zhan Yuanqiu had just been promoted to Yuan Ying, and there were several magic cultivators on board, so naturally some people didn't want to listen to his orders.
"Even though Wu Xuanniao is troublesome, he is only a demon cultivator of the Golden Core Stage, so why should the national teacher be nervous?" Someone else was mocking.
"The national teacher came from a loose cultivator, and once cast his eyes on the Venerable, I don't know the strength of the demon cultivator, but there is also some."
Everyone was laughing and laughing, and some people couldn't wait to take the magic weapon, jump out of the boat, and swept the net away.
"Comrades, it's just a mere trick. It only takes a dozen or so Yuan Ying cultivators to split up and exert their strength at the same time to disperse these flat-haired beasts. Wu Xuan birds are not in a row, so it's not something to be afraid of."
"Brother Jin is a little slower, we will come too."
The leader Jin surnamed Mo Xiu laughed loudly and said, "Exactly, this Wu Xuan bird has a plump flesh, with quick hands, but slow hands!"
Zhan Yuanqiu had to instruct the people on his side: "Strictly guard the ship's side, pay attention to the sea, and don't be careless."
He looked back at the silent cabin, frowned and called out a demon cultivator: "Go and invite your venerable."
This demon cultivator is only in the Jindan stage, so it is not easy to confront Zhan Yuanqiu face to face, but it is also yin and yang strange: "National teacher, I think that the seniors can solve such trivial matters, so there is no need to disturb the Venerable."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was swept away by the palm wind, hit the fence with a "pop" and fell into the sea.
Everyone was taken aback, and when they looked back, they found Venerable Splitting Sky standing behind him with a sullen face.
"This…"
It was Xing Haetian's own subordinate who was beaten, so let's not complain, the little Jindan cultivator angered the Demon Venerable, and he was lucky if he didn't lose his life.
- If you say junior brother, even this seat has to obey, what kind of shit are you
Venerable Splitting Sky glared at everyone angrily.
The poor demon cultivators shrank to the side in trembling, still wondering why Venerable Splitting Heaven wanted to stand up for Xiang Wanchun's disciples.
"Cough, I'm going to sea together. It's not good for us to have a disagreement as soon as we meet the enemy." Zhan Yuanqiu hurriedly came to smooth things out.
"Just now, everyone is also outspoken, and please forgive me."
Zhan Yuanqiu gave a respectful salute, which was regarded as smoothing the matter.
Venerable Splitting Heaven snorted coldly, just as he was about to say something, a scream came from the sea.
Everyone hurriedly stretched out their heads, only to see the cultivator who had fallen into the sea before, struggling to jump out of the sea, the blood on his waving arm was blurred, hissing and wailing like he was struggling.
"Not good! There are monsters underwater!" Zhan Yuanqiu hurriedly shouted, "Quick, back off all!"
The demon cultivators were stunned for a moment, especially those who reached out to pull people onto the boat.
- step back? Zhan Yuanqiu is hating this person and not allowing them to help
Venerable Split Sky was furious: "Your ears are long and twisted?"
It's too late.
Several yellow shadows like sharp arrows rushed out of the sea and rushed towards the side of the ship.
The magic cultivator who was about to save people was beaten up, his skin was ripped through, blood was dripping, and he fell into the sea.
Countless small holes appeared on the side of the ship and the mast where it was hit, and there was still green smoke, constantly corroding the wood, and the smell was unpleasant.
Everyone was terrified. One hand covered the hole in the mast. The white-skinned fingertips were wrapped in gray-black mist. When they wiped it lightly, a pile of yellow sand rustled out of the tiny hole. slid to the ground.
"Young Master Chen..." The demon cultivators in Yuzhou seemed to have seen the backbone, and rushed behind Chen He, feeling lingering fears.
Chen He frowned and asked, "What is this?"
There was no one standing on the side of the ship, and the attack seemed to have stopped. Everyone held the magic weapon and held their breaths, unable to bear to listen to the screams of the monk who fell into the sea.
Zhan Yuanqiu lay on the deck, carefully wrapped his palms with True Yuan, and picked up a few grains of sand to examine.
"It's a mythical creature! It is good to dive and spit poisonous sand towards the shadow on the water surface. The old saying insinuates that even the mythical creature with the thinnest bloodline, if a mortal mistakenly catches it, it will die of carbuncle and pus within seven days."
Zhan Yuanqiu was very worried: "At this moment, I am afraid that it is the descendant of the ancient wild beasts. Below the Yuan Ying stage, there is no salvation for the middle ones."
As soon as the voice fell, the whole ship shook.
"No, the monster is attacking the bottom of the boat."
Viewed from the sea, the ship is the biggest target and the most conspicuous shadow.
No matter how hard the wooden board is, it can't hold the poisonous sand, and the dense holes are scrambling to corrode the hull. Chen He was furious, and Nirvana's True Essence wrapped the entire hull of the ship, gathering strength to detoxify the power of poisonous sand.
"Bastard!"
Chen He knew that the movement was too big, and he would definitely disturb Shi Feng, who was cultivating deeply.
- It is rare for my brother to understand the practice once.
Chen He stomped his feet, held the Kui bow in his hand, and buckled the bowstring heavily.
The secret method of Beixuan is to open up all the orifices to the profound, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and destroy it in the opposite direction.
The black mist covers the sky and the ground, and the clouds gather in every square inch.
The remnant soul of Kui Gong appeared faintly, and let out a long and terrifying roar to the sky.
All of a sudden, the world changed, and the wind was blowing.
This sudden storm blew the Wuxuan bird's nets in the distance, and they hurriedly retreated when they saw that the situation was not good. The waves were turbulent, and there were waves of several meters, without a trace of light, the sea was churning, and there was nowhere to see the shadows.
The cultivator who went out to fight Wu Xuanniao was shocked and wanted to run back.
"boom!"
The thunderous cry of Kui Gong's remnant soul resounded across the sea.
The fireball spun around in a circle, rushing towards it in a panic.
"Don't come back." Chen He ordered coldly.
Shi Zhonghuo was stunned for a moment, and saw more than a dozen poisonous sands suddenly spewed from the waves, hitting Shi Zhonghuo's round stomach and fleshy arms.
"Hey." The sand smoked and turned to ashes in an instant.
"Stay away from the boat and lead the monster out." Chen He buckled his bowstring.
"Chirp."
The fat doll with its own flame, illuminating one side of the sea, scratched his head angrily.