In the deep sea water, among the monotonous blackness, there are gradually more colors. Not light, but darker black, strips and wisps, like long sea snakes swaying gently in the water.
Wu Gen, Ran Peng and others leaned against the ship's light shield and looked at the countless black lines in front of them in amazement. The boat was pushed by the current, like a moth, desperately flying towards the spider web that was getting closer and closer.
It was clear that these black lines came from bad intentions, but the undercurrent in the sea was so strong that even if the ship's formation was activated to the maximum, the ship still floated forward slowly but firmly.
"It's impossible to retreat. Let's float up." Wu Gen looked at Ran Peng and suggested loudly, "At least once you reach the surface of the sea, you will die in the sun."
Ran Peng glanced at Wu Gen with a gloomy expression and waved his hand behind him. The hull of the boat trembled slightly and tried its best to float upward. In the process of floating up, the boat still floats forward, and those black lines gradually become clearer.
These were clearly tentacles as thick as a human body, with suction cups as big as bowls on them, like eyes, looking at the boat in front of them with malicious intent.
It is foreseeable that if this ship collides with it, it will undoubtedly be easily torn into pieces by these countless tentacles.
"I have been running on the sea for so many years, but I have never seen such a huge sea monster." Ran Peng looked a little tired and muttered to himself as he looked at the strange scene in front of him, "I shouldn't have gone to sea this time. I left in a hurry. I actually forgot to worship the Poseidon.”
Suddenly, Ran Peng turned his head sharply and glared at Wu Gen and Yang Zheng, "Maybe you brought these bad luck. Maybe you provoked unclean things when you were on the shore, so that you brought disaster to the ship. "
Yang Zheng was furious when he heard this, "Fuck you, I want to say why I am so unlucky, but I chose your boat."
There was a sound of weapons being drawn on the ship. The sailors were carrying all kinds of weird weapons and stared at Wu Gen and Yang Zheng fiercely. As long as Ran Peng gave the order, they would come up and tear the two into pieces.
When people face life and death, they often blame others for their misfortune. This is often the reason why a group of people will fight among themselves when facing a desperate situation.
Wu Gen didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at all, but listened to the movement outside the boat. "Listen, what is the sound?"
Ran Peng was stunned for a moment, then he slashed down with his hand to signal his subordinates to be quiet, and put his head on the light mask just like Wu Gen.
A faint sound came, like someone whispering softly, or playing sad string rhymes. The sound was empty and mysterious, like a wisp of breeze, gently blowing over the body, lingering in the heart, and gradually covering the whole body. , people become addicted to it without realizing it.
Soon, other people on the boat also heard the sound and listened intently. They were all obsessed with it and couldn't extricate themselves.
A stinging pain came from his wrist. Wu Gen lowered his head and glanced. This was Qian Nian's warning. Sensing something was wrong, Wu Gen quickly looked around. The eyes of the people on the boat were dull, as if they had lost their souls.
Wu Gen walked up to Yang Zheng, who was sitting on the deck, his head hanging on his chest, muttering, "Repay my father's life, I will kill you."
Suddenly, Yang Zheng looked up and saw Wu Gen, his eyes full of cruelty, "Thief, I'm going to kill you." He pinched Wu Gen's neck with both hands.
Wu Gen pushed Yang Zheng's hand away and slapped him hard on the face, trying to wake him up. But Yang was roaring like a wild beast, his eyes were red and his mouth was drooling. He didn't feel the pain and still pounced on Wu Gen viciously.
Knowing that Yang Zheng had been confused by the strange sound, Wu Gen kicked him away and turned around to see that the other people on the boat also had ferocious expressions and were surrounding him.
I looked up at the top of my head, and saw that the light was already shining through the sea water, and the ship was already close to the sea.
Wu Gen turned around and ran away, circling the boat and circling these people. Fortunately, these people moved much slower after their minds were deceived. Wu Gen managed to avoid being hunted by these people by moving around.
Finally, the ship's hull vibrated and broke through the shackles of the sea, and bright sunlight fell on the ship again. Wu Gen breathed a sigh of relief. These people couldn't be beaten or killed. It was really aggrieved. No matter what, there is always more room to move when you reach the sea.
While being pursued and intercepted by these people, Wu Gen carefully turned off the formation on the ship and stood on the bow. After looking around, Wu Gen's expression suddenly changed.
On the sea surface, long tentacles snaked across the water, occupying a huge area of the sea. Moving forward along these tentacles, there is a huge head at the end. The head drifts on the sea, and further forward is an island-like body.
Looking at the head in front of him, which was about the same size as the boat under his body, Wu Gen tightened his grip on the broken knife in his hand. On the boat, the furious people had calmed down and knelt on the ground in the direction of the head, kowtowing devoutly.
After looking around, Wu Gen stepped heavily on the boat, jumped to the sea, and ran towards the head along the long tentacles.
If this source is not solved, everyone on the ship may die here. Even if there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, it would be hard to die here if you don't try.
The tentacles in the sea water began to stir, and the suckers on them kept shrinking and expanding, like a giant mouth opening towards Wu Gen. Huge waves also set off on the sea, blocking Wu Gen's whereabouts.
The divine movement technique has been activated to the extreme, Wu Gen is like a slippery sea snake, swimming among the huge waves and forest-like tentacles.
There was noisy excitement and flying tentacles everywhere. The vapor from the sea water wetted his hair and clothes. The situation became more and more critical, but his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at the head that was getting closer and closer.
This is an exquisite and terrifying face of a woman. It is exquisite because if this head were the size of a normal person, it would be an astonishing beauty. But no matter how delicate something is, it will make people feel scary when it is enlarged.
Her huge mouth that can easily swallow a cow, her forest-like eyelashes, and the waves that curl up in her breath all make people frightened by her power.
Wu Gen's current situation was like an ant, fearful of a child holding a boiling kettle ready to flood the ant nest. There was no cuteness, only fear.
Wu Gen ran towards the huge head, and the strange sound became louder, as if a hand was pulling on his mind.
Looking at the broken knife in his hand, Wu Gen found helplessly that he didn't even know if his knife could pierce the opponent's skin.
The body jumped up high and landed towards the opponent's forehead. Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, and a strong air flow surged out, and Wu Gen was hit and flew far away. The body slides on the sea surface, pulling out a long wave of water.
At the same time, long tentacles stood up, forming a high wall on the sea, trying to wrap Wu Gen within it.
Before his body could stop, Wu Gen shot out like an arrow again, heading straight for the woman's eyes.
The further we walked, the strange sound gradually became louder. At first, the sound was like rain, and it seemed like someone was playing the strings.
Then the sound rose, like a flying dragon rising into the sky among the high mountains. After circling for a while, it rushed upwards. The sound was so high-pitched that it penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, almost deafening.
Wu Gen's heart was agitated, his face was painful, and blood was constantly dripping from his mouth and nose. The thought on his left hand gradually appeared, shining with soft light, protecting Wu Gen's soul.
Wu Gen was knocked out again, and when he landed, he cut off a tentacle that was trying to sneak up on him. Now he understood that these so-called tentacles were the hair of the tall woman in front of him.
Like a flea, Wu Gen kept jumping around the woman's head, trying to chop at the woman's delicate face, even leaving a wrinkle.
Every beautiful woman values her face the most. Therefore, Wu Gen was knocked out again and again, and every time he was injured, Wu Gen felt something sneaking into his body and even his mind.
This was the first time Wu Gen encountered such a weird method. As the injuries accumulated, Wu Gen found that his body was a little out of control. For example, his left hand now wanted to hold on to his right hand to prevent it from hitting the woman's head.
He couldn't do this anymore. Wu Gen knew that if he continued like this, he would become a woman's puppet sooner or later. Sheathed the broken knife and reached out to touch the tailbone at the waist. I didn't expect to use this last chance to save my life here.
Hey, the woman whispered, her eyes showing surprise, "You are his."
Wu Gen huffed and puffed, stepping on a severed tentacle. After these hundreds of rapid attacks, it was no longer possible to maintain the consumption of the magic movement. As a last resort, he had to stop.
"who is he."
The woman looked up and looked into the distance, then slowly sat up. The sea surface rippled, and the water on the long tentacles fell one after another, like a heavy rain.
Looking at this body that was nearly a hundred feet tall, Wu Gen sighed secretly, how could he fight like this?
"People outside call him the evil god. He came here many years ago." The woman looked into the distance, her eyes a little confused. "He took a drop of my blood, turned around and left, and never came back."
Wu Gen's heart trembled. He almost died at the hands of the evil god. To this day, there are still some black flames attached to the soul.
Every day, I live in torment, fighting against the violence, greed, and fear emanating from the black flame. As long as I relax a little, my mind will be affected by it and show my other black side.
Wu Gen never told anyone about the pain during this period. On the one hand, he took the initiative to provoke the Heavenly Tribulation. On the one hand, he was stimulated by Xiang Qi's death. On the other hand, it was also a way to vent his suffering, hoping to use the Heavenly Tribulation to find relief.
Now, facing this unknown giant on the vast sea, I heard this name again.
Looking at Wu Gen, whose body was slowly submerged in the water due to losing his magic power, the woman stretched out one of her hands in front of Wu Gen.
After a little hesitation, Wu Gen walked up. To be fair, if the woman really wanted to kill him, she would have taken action long ago, so there would be no chance of him provoking her over and over again.
The woman brought Wu Gen in front of her, "He is a prodigal, a lunatic who is not bound by the moral laws of the world."
"What does he look like?" Wu Gen's body kept swaying with the sea breeze.
"Long, very handsome, with a bad feeling, and every move has charm. I know he has intentions, but I still can't resist his temptation." The woman thought about it carefully and recounted her feelings, " Just like how you look now, I can smell his scent in your soul."
Wu Gen smiled softly, "Sure enough, women don't love men if they are not bad. Could you please transform into his appearance? I would like to compete to see who is more attractive to women."
The woman shook her head gently, and a gust of wind blew from the sea. "His appearance may change at any time, so he is called the Thousand-Faced Evil God. I thought you were his clone just now, but I felt it carefully but you are not."
It seems that you are also a poor person who provides food for him. It may not be long before you will become his loyal subordinate. On the one hand, he is driven by him and works hard for him; on the other hand, he contributes the power of his faith to him. "
Wu Gen was stunned, "How do you understand this statement? When did I contribute the power of faith to him?"
"You have practiced a method called the Jue of Duanjue." The woman looked at Wu Gen with pity.
The Art of Overcoming Illity, this is the soul technique that Xianjiang taught him. It has helped him a lot along the way, and his soul has benefited a lot from it.
"Yes, I have indeed practiced this technique." Wu Gen suddenly felt uneasy.
