The giant ship heading to "Ice Chi Island" did not encounter much wind and waves, which was almost considered abnormal in the cold winter.
There are a few thick white clouds floating in the blue sky, and a few thin layers of ice are floating on the dark blue sea.
The soft lines of clouds are reflected in the water, forming a sharp contrast with the sharp-edged ice.
There are two stunning beauties on board that are rare in the world, and there is endless food and wine. It can almost be regarded as a perfect leisure cruise.
The only thing that made Zhong Wen feel unhappy was the addition of a big light bulb like Saint Bing Chi.
Li Bing, who has a psychic body, is like a human magnet to Zhong Wen, exuding fatal charm all the time, making him eager to move and can't help but want to reach out and hug him.
However, Saint Bing Chi didn't know what medicine he took wrongly. He didn't go anywhere on such a huge ship. He just followed the two of them closely, chatting with each other and not wanting to leave. , which made Zhong Wen extremely dizzy. If he were not on the other party's ship, he would almost have to issue an eviction order.
Little did he know that Saint Bingchi's impression of him was not much better.
If it weren't for Lin Zhiyun's sake, the saint who had his caring little cotton-padded jacket stripped off would have kicked Zhong Wen off the boat.
The giant ship moved forward in such a subtle atmosphere, getting closer and closer to Bingji Island.
If the Ice Chi Cave on the island is really one of the fragments of time and space, ten thousand years have passed, and a lot of the ore in it should have grown back, right?
Recalling the words that the Night King casually mentioned, Zhong Wen couldn't help but feel hot in his heart and his eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Bing'er." He held Li Bing's snow-white catkins, raised his little finger slightly, and lightly scratched her palm, "How long will it take to get to Bingji Island?"
For women who are older than him, Zhong Wen usually calls her "sister". However, whether it is because of his psychic ability, he calls Li Bing extremely affectionately, as if she is a teenage girl.
Looking at Zhong Wen's dirty hands, Saint Bingchi still had a smile on his face, but veins appeared faintly on his forehead.
How can I unscrew this bastard's head without Bing'er knowing?
The dignified saint could no longer suppress his emotions and began to plan how to create an alibi after the murder.
Zhong Wen turned a blind eye to his resentment and continued to rub Li Bing's body with a smile, raising and lowering his hands.
Just when Saint Bing Chi couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode, his expression suddenly changed, a cold look shot out of his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "You just suffered a bad loss, how dare you come again?"
After a few more breaths, Zhong Wen also let go of Li Bing's right hand, and the expressions of the three of them became solemn at the same time.
Although his combat power is astonishing, Zhong Wen has not yet been promoted to a saint, and his perception is still slower than that of an established saint.
so many people!
Sensing the hostility from all around, Zhong Wen couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face.
He never expected that the other party would appear on the sea openly and openly, neither ambushing nor sneak attacking. It seemed that they were planning to attack directly.
"You are really like brown sugar, and you are still haunted." Saint Bing Chi looked up at the sky and said with ridicule.
"Watching Old Qixing kill Guo Tianwei with all his strength, Mo felt a little itchy in his hands."
In the sky, the white figure of Mo Disheng gradually appeared, "I came here to ask Brother Bingchi for advice. I hope you can give me some advice!"
"Senior Mo, since you want to fight so much." Zhong Wen's body lit up with light patterns and purple energy, and he interrupted with a smile, "How about I let this junior accompany you in two moves?"
"Mo doesn't have the habit of bullying the younger ones." Mo Disheng shook his head and refused, "If you want to learn from each other, there will be someone to accompany you."
He stood quietly high in the sky, his face not red, his heart not beating. He seemed to have forgotten all about his despicable behavior at the heroes conference not long ago.
"I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen you so shameless." Saint Bingchi almost laughed angrily at him, "I'm so old, my life has not been in vain."
"how?"
With Mo Disheng as the center, the sky within a hundred feet radius was instantly engulfed by the raging black spiritual fire. The four people on the boat could clearly feel that the surrounding temperature suddenly rose a lot, "My little brother's challenge, Old Bing Chi." Brother, won’t you answer?”
"I'm afraid of you?"
Saint Bing Chi sneered, and countless crystal snowflakes suddenly appeared around the giant ship, flying and falling slowly, like a dream, and it was really beautiful.
The temperature that originally rose under the scorching black spirit fire dropped instantly, and it was actually a bit cooler than before Mordisheng appeared.
The blazing black fire domain and the cold and gorgeous ice and snow domain collided fiercely in mid-air, refusing to give in to each other, and no one could move forward any further.
"Change the place!" Mo Disheng said lightly, "so as not to accidentally hurt your precious daughter!"
"Take care of yourself!" Saint Bingchi said softly to Li Bing, but his eyes met Zhong Wen.
Take them with you and run!
He said nothing, but his eyes conveyed a thousand words.
Zhong Wen nodded slightly but said nothing.
The two people who just disliked each other seemed to have telepathy and instantly understood each other's thoughts.
"Let me see what the Lord of the Dark Temple is capable of!"
Seeing that Zhong Wen understood what he meant, Saint Bingchi felt certain in his heart. His aura surged, and he no longer held back. The snowflakes lingering around him actually spread several feet more. He rose into the sky and headed straight for Mo Disheng.
Seeing that he readily accepted the challenge, the corners of Mo Disheng's mouth slightly raised, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
The figures of the two saints flickered and disappeared instantly.
Just as the two disappeared, Zhong Wen moved.
He suddenly slapped the "Qiankun Bag" on his waist, and a black figure suddenly appeared out of thin air beside him.
I saw this man's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and at a glance, he could hardly feel the breath of life.
It was Lucun, one of the Seven Star Envoys under Beidou, who could exert the power of space.
However, just as he took a breath, a spiritual light suddenly shot out from Lu Cun's empty pupils. Then, he stretched out his arms, twisted his neck, and regained his vitality.
"Walk!"
Zhong Wen was not long-winded and spoke one word for "Lucun" concisely and concisely.
"Lucun" nodded cheerfully, grinned, and gave him a thumbs up.
A mysterious and unpredictable aura emanated from him, enveloping the remaining three people on the boat.
Then, the three people "swiftly" disappeared on the deck without a trace.
Almost at the same time, a brilliant aqua-blue light with a diameter of several feet appeared in the sky.
Seven Star Saint, Li Tiandi, Shen Wei, Feng Qingyu, Beidou...
One after another, figures filed out of the blue light group, and there were actually more than twenty people.
Except for the first five people, the other nearly twenty people are also suspended in the air, standing proudly, exuding a frighteningly powerful aura, and all of them actually possess the terrifying strength of the spirit master level.
If Zhong Wen were still there, he would have been able to recognize one of the one-armed men in white, who was clearly Long Dian, the elder of the "Dark Temple" who once had his arm cut off by the Saint Wen Dao.
The young man standing next to Long Dian was extremely handsome. He was the former head of the twelve pillars of the "Dark Temple" and now the new genius elder Jia Lou.
Except for these two "Dark Temple" masters, the other dozen people all stood behind Beidou, vaguely respecting the white-haired young man.
Three of them were wearing the same clothes as Beidou, while the other ten or so were all wearing casual clothes. They were male and female, old and young. Their appearance and style were completely different, and they did not look like practitioners from the same force at all.
"That was... Lord Lucun just now?"
A middle-aged woman wearing red cloth with a barely handsome appearance looked at the direction where Zhong Wen and others disappeared, with doubts on her face, "Why did he help the enemy escape?"
"It's a long story." Beidou sighed, "The 'Lucun' you see is no longer the Lucun it used to be."
"How dare Lucun betray Lord Beidou?"
A woman about thirty years old, with an average appearance, wearing a black robe, with a black and white Tai Chi yin and yang diagram embroidered on her chest, screamed, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely catch this traitor and teach him to cut his body into pieces." !”
"Wen Qu, that's not what I meant." Beidou patted the woman's shoulder gently, "You can understand that Lucun is dead and his body has been made into a puppet."
"What, those bastards dare to treat Lucun like this?"
Wenqu, who just now planned to "cut his body into thousands of pieces", suddenly turned aside, his face was twisted, his eyes were fierce, and he shouted, "I want to teach them to look good!"
Wenqu's appearance can only be considered not ugly, her emotions are unpredictable, and her mind seems not to be sound. However, the men around her always glance at her from the corner of their eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were an innocent little boy. Take a peek at the goddess in your heart.
"There's some trouble." The Seven-Star Saint frowned, "The opponent has the power of space, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to hunt."
"Do you want to change the target?" Beidou asked tentatively, "First, let's kill Saint Bing Chi together with Master Mo?"
"No need!" Li Tiandi shook his head and looked at Feng Qingyu and said, "Is there any way to track it?"
"Okay." Feng Qingyu replied coldly.
"Then I would like to thank you, Your Highness the Saint." Beidou said respectfully.
Feng Qingyu stopped saying anything, but his eyes flashed with aqua blue light again and again.
The rich blue light enveloped everyone again. When the light dissipated, these twenty people were no longer in the sky.
