I saw Bai Xue, the peacock, suddenly speeding up, and in an instant he passed by a sea-winged eagle on the far right.
Immediately afterwards, a hot high temperature boiled, and the already charred monster plunged into the vast sea.
More than a hundred people escaped from a tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's den. Strong pressure came from behind, making many people want to scream. However, the pressure far exceeded the limit they could bear, and they could not make any sound at all. .
Fortunately, none of them were in the Qi training period. The spiritual liquid in each person's body circulated slowly, and the warmth spread from the Dantian to the whole body. This way, the crisis of collective suffocation of more than a hundred people was avoided.
The pressure dropped suddenly, and Peacock Baixue did not choose to walk away. She circled in the air, rolled one after another, and avoided the wind blade attacks of the remaining five sea-winged eagles, and then she fought again.
No one was spared, and a group of monks who couldn't help themselves became dizzy amid the continuous whirlwind of the world.
Chen Mo closed his eyes tightly and clutched the feathers on the peacock tightly. He could hear nothing but the screams of monsters and the roar of magic collisions in his ears.
Even with his eyes closed, there were countless lights flashing in front of his eyes. This feeling was undoubtedly an unbearable torture, as if all the organs in his body were roaring and roaring.
"Unbearable!!"
Thoughts worse than death suddenly emerged in the bottom of my heart, and the belief that a group of people insisted on was gradually collapsing. Just when they were about to lose their hold, Bai Xue finally stabilized the flight trajectory, and things returned to normal before their eyes.
The sun was rising, and the sea was still hazy, but the area below them was lit with gray-black fireworks.
The shrill cries of the four sea-winged eagles that fled in the distance were still faintly echoing in everyone's ears.
The remains of two sea-winged eagles floated on the water, and the flowing blood polluted the sea surface, mixing with the seawater into a strange purple color.
"Haha, well done."
The real fight was just a gap between two people facing each other. Seeing that the battle was over so quickly, Lu Manshi had a very stiff smile on his face.
As someone who witnessed the entire battle, and as the training instructor on the Demonic Island, he was unable to find any shortcomings in this monster's combat.
She grasped the timing of each attack quickly and accurately, which not only ensured the safety of the monks, but also played a role in intimidating her opponents.
It is absolutely impossible to say that there was no real Mo Yuan’s guidance behind the scenes.
Bai Xue ignored Lu Manshi. She still remembered that this guy added insult to injury at a critical moment.
Accelerating suddenly in the air, she dragged a group of people with sluggish expressions on her feathers and rushed to the island in the north in a hurry.
Seeing this, Lu Manshi hurriedly greeted her and flew side by side with her. After coughing slightly, he hurriedly said:
"Baixue, I won't hide it from you now."
"Actually, this is Master Mo Yuan's assessment of you. It seems that your combat ability has improved very quickly. Congratulations, you passed the test."
Lu Manshi's face turned red when he lied, and his heart didn't beat. How could Bai Xue be his opponent? After showing an anthropomorphic expression of confusion, he expressed his thoughts to him.
"Of course." Lu Manshi added righteously: "Didn't you notice that everyone on the island is busy? Don't ask any more questions."
"Also, you can't tell anyone about this, otherwise the consequences will be serious, and we will never give you Mu Linggu again."
"Hmm... um..." Lu Manshi listened to the other party's impatient voice in his mind, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, forget it."
After dealing with the peacock's episode, Lu Manshi looked back at the people whose consciousness had become blurred. Knowing that no matter how hard he exercised in this situation, it was useless, he simply made Bai Xue fly over the island and threw everyone down. .
Bai Xue chirped again, and Lu Manshi waved goodbye to her, who quickly disappeared without a trace.
It was just a pain for the monks who were thrown down. Fortunately, the sand on the beach was soft enough and the distance from the fall was not high, so no substantial damage was caused.
"Ouch!"
"Ah, it hurts me so much!!"
The wails of female cultivators suddenly echoed here.
Chen Mo fell to the ground and lay down without moving. He felt nauseous and dizzy, as if he was stepping on cotton, which made him wish he could rest for a few hours. He really wanted to take a good rest like this.
It's a pity that Lu Manshi, the urger, is still here: "Gather! Gather! Within ten! Gather immediately!"
The King of Hell continued to urge, and everyone who had been frightened in the past few days quickly put away their laziness. Even if they were reluctant, they all struggled to stand up.
More than ten people lined up and more than ten people lined up, forming a square formation. However, this team had the feeling of being a ragtag group of people.
"Look at you, you can't even stand up, and you still want to conquer the world of immortality?"
"A bunch of trash!"
Lu Manshi scolded everyone into silence, and then continued: "It's the last day. Those who should stay, those who should leave, and those who should swim back will continue the trial. Those who want to give up, bring it up now!"
"This is the Demonic Island. I might as well tell you the truth. Days like this are repeated on the island every day. Whoever wants to leave should do so as soon as possible!"
"I!!"
"And I!!"
As soon as Lu Manshi finished speaking, a man and a woman raised their hands at the same time.
"Okay, you two will leave with me in a moment. Is there anyone else who wants to quit?"
Everyone was silent. Lu Manshi glanced at the square formation again: "If it doesn't happen, it's settled."
After saying that, he snorted coldly, and a strong pulling force pulled the two people out of the phalanx, grabbing one on each side, and he flew in the air and immediately left the island.
After he left, everyone slumped to the ground and fell on the beach in a mess, as if they were surviving a disaster. At this time, they no longer cared about their image.
But there is one exception.
Meng Qianqiu only paused for a few breaths before walking towards the seaside without looking back. More than a hundred people were watching her.
There was only a "plop" sound.
The deep blue sea was stirred by her, opening up a faint white line from the shore to the sky.
"So strong, he doesn't even take a break..."
Someone exclaimed with stagnant eyes.
"What are you thinking? She is originally from the island and has already adapted to these assessment items!"
"Then we have to hurry up!"
A group of people boarded Lu Manshi's pirate ship just after they came out of the illusion. Their bodies had not yet returned to their best condition. At this moment, stimulated by Meng Qianqiu, they all showed competitive faces.
They each found some acquaintances to protect each other, in order to catch up as soon as possible.
Everyone in the Fuyun Sect, except Lin Yuqin, was exhausted. Chen Mo didn't want her to be the first, so he secretly sent a message to her to pretend to be deficient in spiritual power, so as not to be taken advantage of in front of everyone.
In fact, no one thought about this. The backbone of everyone returned to the hands of Ye Lantian when he was in the sect.
"What are you looking at me for? Just swim back if you have the energy to spare, and recover on the spot if you don't. Do you still need to ask others for advice?" Ye Lantian said helplessly to everyone.
Wan Qing said: "Then can you, for the sake of your fellow disciples, help us protect the law and take care of it?"
"I'm really scared of you, hurry up!"
Ye Lantian had expected this outcome and could only helplessly act as a guard. When he stood up, he deliberately glanced at Chen Mo, clearly wanting to tell him that this was the outcome of everyone's actions together.
Gu Yao and others borrowed Wan Qing's light. After more than an hour, the spiritual power in their bodies had recovered by about 60 to 70%. If they simply crossed the sea, it would not be a problem.
The speed of recovery was neither fast nor slow. Nearly half of the monks had left on the beach. Chen Mo had recovered to 30% of his prime. He thought it was enough, so he walked to Ye Lantian and whispered: "You rest for a while, I will give it to you." Protector."
Ye Lantian chuckled softly when he heard this, and said through a message: "Junior brother is interested, but it's just a matter of crossing the sea, so there is no need to waste time."
"Is everything okay? Let's leave as soon as possible."
Following Ye Lantian's order, everyone jumped into the cold sea water one after another. With the spiritual power close to them, everyone could float on the water even if they couldn't swim. The only thing left was to use their arms and feet to jump back.
In addition to the pain caused by the water soaking in the wounds on some monks' bodies, they also felt confused about the boundless ocean.
Chen Mo and others swam for six hours, from dawn to dusk, but they still didn't see any shadow on the shore, which was very strange.
"Everyone stop, there's a problem."
Ye Lantian also sensed something was wrong. No matter how fast Bai Xue took them flying, they wouldn't be able to see any land for such a long time. The only possibility was that Demonic Island was causing trouble again.
Gu Yao was the first to speak: "For so long, I haven't met a single monk except us. This is not in line with common sense. What do you think?"
The disciple surnamed Yao looked at Wan Qing, who glanced at Lin Yuqin with some confusion: "Junior sister Lin, are we in a formation?"
"That may be true, but Senior Sister Wan, you overestimate me. If you can't even see the formation, how can I see through it?"
Lin Yuqin said breathlessly, her hands were swollen from the soak, and the wounds on her shoulders were as sticky as Chen Mo's, purple and black, and they were probably filled with pus from infection.
"...Junior Brother Chen, what do you think?"
Everyone was silent for a while, and Ye Lantian cast his gaze on Chen Mo, gesturing for him to share his thoughts at the moment.
