Chapter 255: By boat

The mainland of China is surrounded by the sea, and no one knows how many unknown places are outside the sea.
What people know about the sea is nothing but the sea on one side and the Wan Yao Island on the other side. As for the seas in the north and south, almost no one knows what is going on at the end.
Of course, for many demon souls, there is a magical sanctuary in the north, they all know, there is the holy demon temple on the northern polar glaciers.
The road to the Temple of the Holy Spirit is a very difficult road. Those who have no perseverance and certain strength and luck cannot reach there.
Choosing this road, that is, choosing self-challenge and sublimation, and Maureen is definitely choosing such a path.
Above the sea, Maureen was standing on the deck of a large ship heading for the polar regions, marching forward without hesitation.
The thousands of magic souls on board are all companions to the polar regions. No one knows what difficulties the road will encounter, so it is very important to take care of each other.
Because of this, after seeing Maureen, who is extremely attractive to men, even though there are many ideas in mind, no one will provoke Maureen.
When the next moment is in danger, maybe this beautiful woman will save their lives.
Moline looked at the blue sky and the sky in front of her, feeling the soft and savory sea breeze. The suffocation that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time was finally swept away.
Looking at the sea, Maureen's thoughts can't help but drift around, thinking where it is.
At this time, a long-unseen voice pulled Maureen back from the chaotic thoughts: "Sister."
Moline suddenly looked back and surprised to hug a woman standing in front of her: "Yan Er!"
Molin was holding it tightly, and Mo Yan smiled faintly: "Sister, what are you doing so excitedly, the geese are not here."
"Well, um." Moline wiped the tears in her eyes, and both hands clasped Mo Yan's arms and looked at Mo Yan seriously: "Let your sister see if you are thin."
Mo Yan pushed Moline's hands with her hand and shook her head: "Sister, I am not a child, I can take care of myself."
What Maolin suddenly thought of, her face white, biting her lip, and said for a long time: "You really... killed Ming Qingchen?"
Mo Yan sneered coldly: "This guy has been ignoring his sister. If he kills, he will kill. His father is not a good thing. If they don't think about me, how can I kill them? Hey, the man in the world. Almost like this, few are innocent."
Maureen is silent, but her heart is always unable to calm down. This younger sister who was loved by the whole family has become like this, and Maureen’s mood is extremely bad.
"Oh, you know, it’s your brother killed." Maureen endured for a long time and finally said this thing.
Unlike Moline’s imagination, Mo Yan did not have a little bit of sadness, but instead looked disdainful.
"The two men are not destined to have any good end, and it is expected. The guy named Murray Bell knows that he is chasing power all day, and he is completely normal in the hands of the son who is also obsessed with power."
When Mo Yan said this, the tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was talking to Moline about other people's affairs.
Maureen shook her head in disbelief: "Yan, how can you become like this... that is our sister and my brother!"
"Hey? Brother?" Mo Yan couldn't help but ridiculed: "If they are really good for us, they should have left the Seven Devils, and the family lived a quiet life. But look, we are now a virtue, not yet. What happened to the father and son?"
"Well, Yan Er, don't say anything bad!" Moline squinted, apparently angry.
Mo Yanxiao smiled: "Well, my sister, I won't say it, don't say it. We went to the Holy Devil's Hall together and got strength, so that I could the Ling Xiao, haha! Hey, I can't think of killing him. It’s cheaper guys, I’m not reconciled!

Maureen’s face became extremely beautiful, and she closed her lips tightly, trying not to talk.
She was afraid of saying it, and she couldn't help but start to teach this stubborn sister.
"The Temple of the Holy Devil..." Maureen forced her mind to move over the glaciers of the North: "Where is it?"
"Everyone is careful, there is a sea storm in front!" The captain driving the big ship was an old man with a bronzed skin. His big voice suddenly let the people of the whole ship hear his voice.
"Haiyun storm?" Moline Moyan looked at the front and suddenly understood what the so-called sea storm was.
A black cloud over the sea in front of the sea, under the dark clouds, a group of hurricane whistling and rolling up countless sea water, making a huge roaring sound.
The hull is made of gold and steel and a thousand years old, and it can withstand the attack of this hurricane.
Need to be careful is the person riding on this ship.
Maureen hurriedly took out a pair of gleaming armor: "Sister, this armor is for you..."
Mo Yan smiled and said: "Sister, Ming Qingchen has a lot of good things."
After all, Mo Yan took out an umbrella from the space and propped it up, and covered the sisters under the umbrella.
Maureen lost her voice: "The treasure of the sea, the nine days of the magic umbrella?"
Mo Yan nodded: "Sister is good to see, it is."
Maureen was speechless. The armor in her hand was the only treasure on her body that could protect her body. It was the last time that the six disperses were sent. I wanted to use my sister for self-defense. It is a pity that in front of his sister's magical umbrella, this armor is like a broken shirt on the body.
"This girl, lend me this armor, I don't have any defensive treasures on my body." A young demon soul teacher was full of eagerness and pleaded with Maureen.
Looking at the dark clouds and storms getting closer and closer, Maureen hesitated for a moment and then loaned the young armor to the young demon soul teacher: "Get it."
"Thank you." The young Demon Soulmaster was so ecstatic that he put the armor on his body.
"This girl, when the storm is over, I will pay you back. My friend is at the stern, I want to defend the storm with them." After all, the young demon soul bowed toward Maureen, quickly Run to the stern.
Mo Yanxiao smiled: "Sister, you are not like a magic soul teacher at all. Your treasure is borrowed, definitely don't want to come back."
Moline despised Mo Yan: "Don't always think about people going to the bad."
Mo Yan doesn't matter: "It doesn't matter, how many pieces you can go out, anyway, your sister, I have hundreds of treasures here, I can afford it. But my sister may be disappointed after a while."
Maureen is undecided: "Be careful with the umbrella, the storm is coming!"
The ship marched in the dark direction in the direction of the ship, as if the ship was swallowed by the black clouds, and the sky suddenly darkened.
The roaring wind blew up the things that were not fixed on the ship and crushed them into pieces.
Many of the inferior spirits of the defensive treasures are exuding the soul of their bodies, and they are struggling to support their bodies without being blown away by the wind, but still no one can hold them.
"Ah!" A demon soul screamed, his body was like a piece of paper in the wind, and it was blown up by the wind. A few voices, his body was crushed by the hurricane, turned into a rain and scattered around.
There was also a Demon Soul Master who had been supporting for half a minute. He slammed, and the inferior armor on his body finally failed to withstand the double oppression of the hurricane and his soul. The body seemed to be sucked in by the whirlpool. Speeding forward toward the front.
"Ah!" Another scream, the body of the Demon Soul was like a piece of cloth, and was torn into pieces.
The Molin Moyan sisters hiding under the Tianluo umbrella are like raining in peacetime. No matter how much rain and rain hit outside, there is no trace of rain and wind touching them.
Can see more and more magic souls are involved in the hurricane, Maureen's heart is still very uncomfortable.
"Sister, can this magical umbrella be bigger?" Moline asked: "I want to save a few more people."
"Sister, you really have a very boring kind heart." Mo Yan mouth said so, but she still magnified the umbrella three times.
At this time, just two people were scraped again, and they happened to be covered by the magical umbrella and pulled them back.
The two are in a lifetime, pale: "Thank you... two girls..."
Even in the squally wind, the old captain’s voice is still clear:
Everyone will stay for another half minute, we are going to cross this storm!