This is a "fruit"!
what's the situation?
This boatman does not seem to have a high level of cultivation and should be an easy character to deal with, but he can find the "cause" from the "effect".
As his thoughts turned, Zhan Wuji suddenly woke up.
wrong!
This person is not the real person!
And none of this was done by him!
As soon as he thought of this, Zhan Wuji immediately sent a message into the secret: "Girl, from now on this clone will be controlled by me!"
He immediately thought of Ji Shuang'er's sweet voice: "Okay!"
Zhan Wuji nodded slightly, then cleared his throat and suddenly said: "Sorry, Senior Brother Mo Gui."
"Mo Gui" was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly: "This matter is mine, and I will not pursue the affairs of the headmaster, Tianji, true disciples, and supreme elders."
Zhan Wuji shook his head and did not explain much. He continued to look at "Disaster" and said calmly: "Brother Fu, no matter what happens later, if you want to save your life, just follow me!"
"Misfortune" quickly responded, "Okay."
After everything was arranged, Zhan Wuji said nothing more, his eyes fell on the turbid river water with a calm expression.
The boatman shook his white oar very fast, like a sharp arrow, darting through the waves.
Chi chi chi... chi chi chi...
In the sound of rushing water, the image was broken again and again. Zhan Wuji, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui", "Huo" and others followed the ship, seeming to be twisting and moving forward with difficulty.
The fog was sometimes thick and sometimes thin. After an unknown amount of time, the huge continent reappeared behind the ship.
Zhan Wuji slowly turned around, no longer staring at the light in front of him, but looking at the entrance to the Netherworld.
The moment he turned around, the light in front of him suddenly dissipated like a candle that had been extinguished. The air of death filled the air around him, as if there were invisible chains, locking his body and soul tightly, as if to hold him back. He is trapped in hell forever and can never leave!
Zhan Wuji didn't care about this at all. His eyes were like torches, looking at the endless vast continent behind him.
There are steep mountains, twists and turns, with few smooth places. The valleys and ridges are intertwined, showing a kind of blue-black color, either bright or dark, and nothing else.
If you feel it carefully, in addition to the air of death, there is also a sense of desolation in this place, as if it has experienced countless years.
After watching for a while, Zhan Wuji's expression became extremely serious.
He finally understood why he felt an indescribable strange feeling when he first saw this piece of land.
That’s right, that’s not land!
Those are the roots of a big tree!
One of the three ancient sacred trees, Fusang stands in the abyss, supporting the sun for ten days. The sun is so strong that it suppresses Youdu and isolates life and death.
Later, when the nine sects of the human race were destroyed, the fusang tree was cut off, and the bodies sank into the Nine Netherworld and turned into strange trees.
When he thought of this, Zhan Wuji didn't wait for the boat to land, and immediately said loudly: "I wonder why Elder Fusang summoned me?"
"Mo Gui" was shocked when she saw Zhan Wuji suddenly turning around. Just as he was about to ask why, he heard Zhan Wuji suddenly say: "I don't know why this elder Fusang called me here?"
Fuso?
Hearing this, "Mo Gui" and "Misfortune" were both stunned, and when they came back to their senses, their faces darkened.
This place is a primitive place. If we really hit the sacred tree and hibiscus, it would be bad!
Just as his thoughts were turning, the aura of "Mo Gui" and "Misfortune" suddenly broke out, and the whole person was in a state of high alert and prepared.
At this moment, the boatman didn't seem to notice anything and was still rowing silently.
The small black-topped boat was like a leaf, quickly moving apart in the turbid river water, approaching the land.
The surrounding fog is like a thin veil, filled with a cold atmosphere.
Chi chi chi... chi chi chi...
Except for the sound of the oars, there was silence.
It was like a huge monster, looking at the high-speed ship from a distance without saying a word or answering.
Zhan Wuji looked at this scene and frowned slightly. Could it be that he had made a mistake?
No!
This continent gives people a completely different feeling from the Ghost Tomb.
However, it is so similar to the previous [Creation Seed]!
This is Fusang!
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji spoke in a clear voice and continued: "I was just a joke at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference before. I hope you don't take it to heart."
"If you have anything else, I can talk to you."
The ship continued to move forward, ripples spreading in all directions like drill bits.
The huge continent has covered the entire ship.
The stacking and folding of the mountains are so obvious.
But on the huge continent, there was no movement.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The water flow is still regular, rippling on the cold river surface.
There was deathly silence all around, as if some huge crisis was about to come.
This strong dangerous aura was like a black cloud, shrouding them in it, making them unable to guard against it and with nowhere to escape.
A terrifying coercion emanated from him.
Zhan Wuji's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Today's Fuso is in its heyday.
Being able to suppress Qian Yuan for ten days, his combat power is definitely above the Golden Immortal level!
Now, his physical body has not yet ascended, and even if he has a deep foundation, he is not willing to be an enemy of Fusang at this time.
Therefore, Zhan Wuji continued: "Back then, I was fortunate enough to compete with the Immortal Lord. I was lucky enough to win a match."
"Li Luo thinks very highly of me!"
"Ancestor Fusang is one of the three sacred trees and has a long lifespan, but you insist on being my enemy. Is it disrespectful to Fairy Liluo?"
In the sound of rushing water, the boat sailed towards the shore.
On the ground, layer after layer of shadows shrouded the faces of Zhan Wuji and the others, shrouding them in a deeper layer of darkness.
Every detail on the mountains was clearly visible to him.
The earth is still calm, the towering peaks and silent valleys are like a still picture, without the slightest fluctuation of life.
Only a cold breath caused black frost and snow to fall from the sky.
At this moment, whether it was Zhan Wuji, "Mo Gui", or "Misfortune", there was an indescribable sense of fear.
A huge crisis is coming slowly, seemingly unstoppable, unavoidable, and unsolvable!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The turbid river water slowly washed against the shore, and the bow of the boat slowly approached the black rocks, so close!
Zhan Wuji's face darkened, time was running out!
If negotiations fail, then...
He glanced at the "Ink Rose" beside him. This woman had a moon-shaped face, beautiful and refined, and was dressed in a gorgeous dress. Even in the strong death aura, she looked like a rare flower, beautiful and refined, full of vitality. Vigorous, exuding a peerless elegance.
Zhan Wuji said again: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Mo Gui."
