Chapter 463: Walking on the sea

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Chapter 463: Walking on the Sea
"Water Mae! Point three hundred witches, follow the blood flower, and follow the target. It depends on the fight. It depends on the machine." The witch waved more than three hundred petals and sprinkled them into the mist-covered sea toward the thousands of petals. Disappeared in a bursting direction.
"Let's take a command." The ghost gathered the shuimei three hundred witches and jumped into the sea. One man drove a small boat and quickly disappeared into the mist.
"Give you a chance, let's go." The witch lord said lightly, surrounded by the witches, and walked towards the stern.
Lin Yunhan didn't dare to delay and left by boat. He probably understood that there should be an accident and the person who got the instrumental spirit escaped. Who will it be Didn't even the witch master stop himself?
The sea was dim and the mist was floating. A simple, run-down fishing boat was drifting towards the funeral boat following the ups and downs of the tide.
An old man sat alone at the bow of the boat, wearing a pimple and a bow, holding a cigarette rod in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. The fishing rod is more than ten meters long, which is longer than the hull. It looks very unfit. The fishing rod is tilted up into the sky and faces the funeral boat.
The funeral boat is the house of the witch master. Her disciples are all here, including three ghosts including 'Shui Mae', and other powerful sacred martial arts, but even they are vigilant. From this it seems ordinary. The old man felt the unclear threat, and no one dared to rush.
"Lord Lord, the dawn is coming, the old is about to fish." The old man raised his hand and threw the fishing rod, the bright fishing line volleyed, and the funeral boat was shot.
Suddenly, the space trembled, first twisted and then shattered, like the glass that was hit hard, cracked, shattered, and black lines, like space cracks, rushing fast, raging for the funeral boat.
What kind of martial arts is this? The people on the funeral boat changed their faces, and they were about to take a shot. The master of the witch raised his hand, and more than ten petals flew out to attack. They turned into giant flowers in mid-air and stood in high altitude, facing the black lines.
Rumble! The sky was shaking and the sound was like thunder. The violent air waves swept between the sky and the sea, the sky trembled, the sea level rose, and the silent ocean fell into a terrible riot.
The funeral boat fluctuated violently with the tide, and the old man's fishing boat was also in waves.
"Don't know what to do!" The witch master and the old man confronted each other, and a stroke of murderous weapon burst into the bottom of his eyes.
"Roar!" The sea snake crawled out from the collar of the old man, opened his mouth and made a loud roar. The small body was so prestigious that it made the witches on the funeral boat secretly trembling. What kind of character is this? Funeral boats have always scared the sea, deterred the heroes, and some people dared to be so presumptuous in front of them.
"It's enough, you can't destroy this ship, and you can't even control the witch temple." The witch master killed himself, spread his right hand, a flower bloomed, the petals were bright and dripping, but the flowing blood was sticky blood, like It is a sea of ​​blood.
"You can't help me." The old man sneered dryly, took off the dry tobacco bag, and sneered gently on the ship's board. The soot was flying, but instead of falling into the sea, it flew to the sky, a little bit of ashes, fluttered silently, and every piece was stained with a spark.
At first glance, it's strange. When you take a deep look, the little ash seems to be wrapped in tumbling magma, sealing the terrible high temperature.
"Witch Lord, who is he?" A ghost couldn't help it, how could there be such a character in Inland Sea? The point is that they have never heard of it, never seen it before.
The witch master looked at the old man coldly: "You really have a relationship with that person, you just want to stop it now!"
"Whatever you think." The old man pointed at Tian, ​​calmly: "It's almost dawning."
"Who is he! Answer me, I leave."
"I just want to fish, that's all."
"Ask again, who is he?"
"non of my business."
"Since it has nothing to do with you, it is killing or staying, it's all up to me."
"casual."
The witch master turned his sleeves and ordered, "Sail! Chase!"
"Observe!" The witches looked back at the old man, even stranger in their hearts.
The dark mist lingered, engulfed the funeral boat, and the seven giants woke up from their slumber. They noticed the old man not far away, and faced each other silently. Then they rose to the air under the order of the witch master and tightened the chain. , Dragged the funeral boat to the sky.
The old man watched the funeral boat disappear into the darkness before dawn, his expression slowly dignified.
The sea snake shed its fierce light and wrapped it around the old man's arms and shoulders.
For a long time ...
The old man spread his left hand and looked at a little golden light: "It looks like it's going to be a bit of trouble for a while."
"His ..." The sea snake swallowed the snake letter, as if saying something.
"Look who's in the nearby waters." The old man closed his eyes and stared at the feeling. After a while, the brow angled lightly: "He? How did he come back? Um ... the location ... Is it Liuli Island? A little further away , I hope this little guy can persist. "
The old man held his left hand high and pointed towards the sky, with five fingers slightly clasped and clicked, and the golden electric mang exploded in the palm, like a thunderstorm on the ground, ringing through the sea and sky, and a shining gold word rising up into the sky.
Gold word is king!
Qin Mingzheng was sailing on the sea in the early morning, tossing for a night, and finally saw the light, but there was no relaxation in his heart, while he was intensifying his cultivation, while watching the sea. Bai Hu bit the newly caught sea beast, his mouth full of blood was eaten, and he looked up from time to time to watch the sea behind, in case any petals appeared.
More than a dozen sea eagles were flying across the river, and a huge ship was being towed a hundred meters away.
The sea eagle has a long and wide body, like an eagle spreading its wings, and like a whale shark that is flying, sometimes passing over the surface of the sea, sometimes rushing to the bottom of the sea, very fast, and ferocious by nature.
More than ten heads of sea eagles haunted, and nearby sea beasts retreated.
The giant ship therefore ran unimpeded, galloping in the waters.
Qin Ming avoided the sea eagle and also avoided the giant ship.
The owners of giant ships do not want to cause trouble. Generally speaking, it is not a bad thing to dare to cross the sea by themselves, and it is also a strange to dare to cross the sea at night. They control the sea eagle to actively deviate from the trajectory.
Qin Ming stopped at noon. Controlling Hibari is very energy-intensive, and now his head is a bit up, he needs to rest.
From night to now, I don't know how far and where I went. But there is only one impression. The sea area is too vast. After so long a trek, I do n’t know how many miles, only to pass through five islands.
Qin Ming carefully checked, this sea area is still safe.
"Get up your nerves, stare at the sea, and also stare at the bottom of the sea. I will rest for a while, and try to find an island before dark." Qin Mingpan sits quietly, works steadily, and restores spirit.
But it didn't take long for the calm sea surface to ripple, layer after layer, becoming more and more frequent. There was a dull, loud noise in the distance, like a beast rushing on the surface of the sea, and a violent collision of waves.
Qin Ming was awakened, staring into the distance, on the vast sea, three male lions were running wildly, as if they were not walking on the sea, but on the solid earth, the male lions were magnificent, majestic and fierce, and the spirit of killing was coming , Shaking Haitian.
Bai Hu roared as if he was close to the enemy.
Qin Ming clenched his sword, while appeasing the white tiger, he was vigilant.
On the backs of the three golden lions, a heroic man, with eyes like electricity, is not angry, and he is dressed in golden armor and imposing. Holding a long black knife, pointing at the sky, the monstrous murderous spirit was emitted from the knife.
A man riding a lion came to the sea, and the mighty killing gas shook the sea and even deterred the nearby sea beasts. They didn't bother Qin Ming, but the man noticed his Lark.
"The Blackbird of the Blackbird battleship?" The man sat high on the back of the male lion, leaning against Qin Ming, and the power was down like mountains and seas.
Qin Ming nodded, this man was so violent.
"Where did it come from."
"auctions."
"All five boats have been born, the Blackbird battleship ... is coming back ..." The man did not take his boat, and said quietly, leaving three male lions.