"Finally eighty-one."
The man looked at the lifelike butterflies on his fingertips and laughed lazily. The two butterflies slowly turned into a ball of blood and merged into his fingers.
The man's figure became trance-like until he disappeared.
The next moment, hundreds of feet above the island, a man appeared out of thin air, glaring coldly below, his black robe with hundreds of butterflies flapping in the wind, and a series of obscure syllables came out of his mouth, and a strange mark was formed on his hands.
A large amount of red light rose into the sky from the island, forming a blood mist that enveloped the entire island and became thicker and thicker. Eighty-one of the scariest light clusters merged in the fog, dispersed with a "boom", and turned into a huge red sky.
The man's pupils shrank, and the purple magatama suddenly became clear. He stared at the curtain, and facial features such as eyes, ears, nose, and mouth appeared from time to time. The mouth slowly opened, and a large amount of blood was sucked in, slowly showing a Make a face.
The face was like a thin blood-colored mask, floating between the sky and the island. Two red dots lit up in its eyes, staring at the man in the air. His mouth did not move, but he made a sound: "You are... Ming butterfly?"
"You don't have to worry about who I am. Find these two people for me."
The man stared forward, with two figures projected in his eyes, one was a young monk and the other was the old woman Long Zhong.
The face suddenly stopped talking and stared at the two projections. The red light in the pupils turned into two runes, rotating slightly. After a while, it returned to normal and said: "This old woman does not exist. She should have used a mask to hide her face." Technique, this young monk has a heavy treasure on his body, causing the heavenly secrets to be distorted and unable to be calculated."
"What?!"
The man's face darkened and he shouted in shock: "You are the oldest existence in the blood river. What treasure can block your calculations?"
"Haha, how much money do you pay, how much effort I will give.
"These essences and blood are all garbage from the Qi Refining stage. There is only one foundation, but it is still garbage. How much effort do you expect from me when you entertain me with such a feast?
"It would be the most merciful thing to do if I could help you make some calculations."
There was contempt and sarcasm on that face.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and his face was full of sinister anger: "Then help me restore the old woman's original appearance."
"Let me try."
The face said impatiently.
After a while, the face twisted on its own, and slowly turned into a beautiful face, which was very similar to Xu Wei.
The man was about to ask where the woman was when he saw a "bang" sound on her face, turning into countless red lights that scattered across the sea and sky.
"Greedy guy!"
The man shouted angrily.
“The Blood Sacrifice Feast is temporarily unavailable.
"Slowly think of a way, I don't believe we can't find these two people!"
A chill flashed in the man's eyes, and his body suddenly split into a ball of black energy, from which a large number of butterflies emerged and flew in all directions on the island: "Kill! Kill them all for me, leaving no living thing behind!"
…
"Xie Huan, do you have a suitable magical weapon?"
On the spirit boat, Ning Jiujiu distributed some information about ghost-eyed sharks to everyone, and then asked Xie Huan.
"have."
"That's good."
Ning Jiujiu and others felt a little relieved.
The importance of magical instruments to low-level monks is self-evident.
They didn't expect Xie Huan to play any role. He could protect himself and just didn't hold him back.
"You don't have to panic when the mission comes. Stay with Zhou Lin, take care of each other, and take action when you have the opportunity. Experience the power of the middle stage of Qi refining, which will be very helpful for your growth."
Ning Jiujiu was afraid that Xie Huan would be nervous, so she explained patiently.
"Okay." Xie Huan nodded.
"Also, I see that you don't often go to sea. When you go to sea, you must be highly vigilant about three things. One is sea monsters, the other is natural disasters, and the third is other monks. Although the first two are dangerous, as long as you are careful, the mortality rate is actually not Not high, but the third point is hard to guard against. You are a simple-minded person, so you must pay special attention to it."
Ning Jiujiu imparted his advanced experience.
Han Wenshan kept nodding aside. Sometimes he wanted to add a few words, but he was either ignored or interrupted and had to shut up.
The man with dreadlocks was named Fan Xingguang, and he secretly transmitted a voice into the secret passage: "Fellow Taoist Licking, your fairy may be robbed by this boy."
Han Wenshan looked nervous and replied: "Don't talk nonsense, Jiujiu is just kind-hearted."
Xie Huan patiently listened to the chatter for a long time. Although most of it was nonsense, he still gained some experience at sea.
Finally, when Ning Jiujiu finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to practice the longevity secrets. However, he heard Han Wenshan say: "Jiujiu, after this mission, I am going to retreat. I will not come out until the later stage. You have to take care of yourself." .”
"Have you collected enough money for retreat?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment.
"Uncle Zhou gave me a lot of support," Han Wenshan said.
The upper limit of the Qi refining period is 200 years old. Uncle Zhou is already over 140 years old and has already passed the second red line. He knows that there is no hope of building a foundation, so he basically gives up practicing and concentrates on doing tasks to make money and help his son save some spiritual stones. I hope Zhou Lin can build a foundation one day.
Han Wenshan, who is also over eighty years old, is facing red line pressure, so he has saved some spiritual stones and plans to retreat for the last time.
Uncle Zhou borrowed the spirit stone, firstly, for the sake of his long-term companionship, and secondly, as an investment. If Han Wenshan can enter the late stage of Qi refining before he is a hundred years old, he will have hope to build a foundation in the future, and then he will have a son. A big backer.
"Congratulations first, see you next time. Senior Wenshan is a great monk in the late stage of Qi refining. Don't look down on us who are in the middle or early stage."
Ning Jiujiu blinked and smiled teasingly.
"Why do you look down on us? You've thought too much. Next time we meet, Great Monk Wenshan won't recognize us at all, only Jiujiu." Fan Xingguang said with profound meaning.
"If you talk too much, Senior Wenshan will slap you to death."
Ning Jiujiu raised his palm and was about to hit him.
Han Wenshan smiled bitterly and said with concern: "In the next few years, we won't be able to do missions together. Jiujiu, you must know how to take care of yourself. Never take on missions that are beyond your ability. Don't practice too hard. If you encounter danger, …”
"OK OK."
Ning Jiujiu immediately stopped, changed the subject and said, "Xie Huan, you haven't crossed the red line yet, have you?"
"Seven more years." Xie Huan said truthfully.
"Lin'er is still very talented. He entered Qi refining at the age of twenty-one. He is only thirty-three this year. He makes us jealous."
Ning Jiujiu held her chin with her hands, showing a trace of sadness.
Zhou Lin smiled shyly.
Xie Huan sighed secretly. In his previous life, he had already established the foundation at the age of thirty-three.
Compared to now, it's really heaven and earth.
Destiny is like a deck of cards. Some people have good cards and some have bad cards. You can't control what cards you get, but what you can control is how to play the deck of cards well.
Heaven is in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement.
A few days later, the spirit boat arrived over a sea area with clear blue waves and a clear sky.
The sea is as quiet as a picture scroll, with only the sound of waves rolling forward one after another.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Uncle Zhou suddenly said: "We may have entered the target area."
Xie Huan also noticed something unusual. There was only the sound of water in this sea area, and there was not a single bird in the sky. It was also extremely quiet under the sea surface, and there was no breath of life within the range of his spiritual consciousness.
This is an obvious "territorial" feature.
Surrounded by powerful beings, everything is changing.
Uncle Zhou controlled the spirit boat to slowly descend until it was about ten feet close to the sea. Then he took out a storage bag, which contained powder that had been prepared. He threw it to the sea and scattered it with the wind.
Everyone became wary.
This is a mixture of spirit grass, soul baby flower and Qiang leaf, which is extremely irritating to sharks. As long as the ghost-eyed shark is nearby, it will cause a stir.
"Dad, look at the body!"
Zhou Lin suddenly exclaimed, pointing to some clothes and some broken corpses floating on the sea.
Floating like garbage in the waves.
"It's a monk on a mission."
There was no expression on Uncle Zhou's face: "If you do various tasks a few more times, you will become accustomed to floating corpses like this."
Zhou Lin's face turned pale: "These strange-looking corpses, are they human?"
The broken corpses were in tatters and shapeless, except for some rags that looked like monks' robes, so it was indeed difficult to identify them.
"It's the excrement of sea beasts."
Xie Huan took a few glances and said: "The bones and flesh of monks are different from those of ordinary people, and sea beasts are larger in size. Many times they only digest part of them and then excrete them, which is why they look like this."
He once saw a mostly digested monk wrapped in a large pile of monster beast feces.
"vomit!"
Several people's stomachs felt twitching.
Except for Uncle Zhou and Xie Huan, everyone's face turned pale.
Death is not terrible, but dying like this is too humiliating.
Uncle Zhou glanced at Xie Huan quite unexpectedly, nodded and said, "Young man has some knowledge."
Seeing that Xie Huan remained calm, he was even more surprised.
He took a few puffs of cigarette, and his eyes sharpened: "There are more than one corpses. They must have been killed by the group while doing the Ghost-Eyed Shark mission. Judging from the time, it was only three or four days ago."
"Do you want to set up a defensive formation? Safety first."
Han Wenshan asked worriedly.
"No, this sea area is too large to be defended."
Uncle Zhou said to Xie Huan and Zhou Lin: "If there is any movement later, you stay on the boat and don't move. We will go out to find out the truth first."
At this moment, the quiet sea surface suddenly exploded without warning, with a loud "bang" sound, countless water waves rose into the sky, and a huge wave emptied up, like a huge wall, blocking the sky and the sun.
The entire sea surface seemed to be boiling, with thousands of horses galloping, and countless fish and shrimps being pulled up from the bottom of the sea and shocked to death. At the tip of the huge waves, a bright red light flashed, and the sea water, sky, and clouds instantly turned into a bright red.
"That is--"
Everyone was horrified.
The red light on the top of the wave flashed, and it turned out to be a strange eye that opened and closed. When it stared down, all the monks who looked at it felt a sharp pain, as if they were being pricked by hundreds of needles.
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