A sound that broke through the air came quickly, followed by a unique fishy smell that filled the air from below. Qingya quickly raised its flying height, trying to avoid the attack of this unknown creature.
With a sudden sound, the monster jumped into the air. Just when Qingya wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his left arm was entangled with a sticky thing.
The thing was like the tentacles of an octopus. Once it wrapped around him, the densely packed small suckers on the inner wall immediately grabbed hold of the clothes firmly, trying to pull him off the flying sword and into the sea. Even with his clothes on, Qing Ya could still feel the pain of his muscles being pulled.
Thunder suddenly rose in the palm of his hand, and lightning flashed between his five fingers. Qingya grabbed the tentacle wrapped around his left arm. There was only a crackling sound and a burst of turbulence, and the tip of Qingya's nose also smelled a burnt aroma. The tentacles were in pain, so they could only let go of Qingya's arm.
Qing Ming bumped a few times, regained stability again, and continued to drive forward.
With the flash of lightning just now, Qingya finally saw part of the monster's body clearly. What grabbed his arm just now was just a small branch on its huge arm. At first glance, it looked like a towering tree growing in the sea, spreading out its dense branches and leaves and waving wantonly in the air. Its dark cortex squirmed, driving each suction cup to open and close, catching all the creatures passing by. .
What kind of power can carve out this vast ocean, and subdue such a giant beast, just like raising a goldfish in your own fish pond and placing it here.
If this really comes from the power of gods, then to defeat it, Qingya needs a higher level of divine power.
Although it is still dark here, there is a real sea below me. As long as there are specific things, the light I emit can illuminate the world. It will no longer dissipate like before, and all the light will dissipate.
Qing Ming returned to Qing Ya's hands again, and there was no need to issue any instructions to it. The familiar and biting cold was felt in his hands again. Under the blue fluorescence, the blood-red veins undulated orderly with his breathing, and his body The heat in his body continued to flow towards the sword in his hand.
The divine sword has a spirit, and it is connected with his own mind. Qingya gradually relaxed his tense spirit and let Qing Ming control his body.
When he opened his eyes again, Qingya's pupils were as clear as indigo gems, and in the deepest part of his eyes, there were two droplets of blood as red as death.
Behind Qingya, a cold moon suddenly rose, and the clear moonlight illuminated the world. Qingya looked down, and saw a pair of giant wheel-like eyes under the sea staring at him through the water.
It is like a giant octopus. The arm span that stretched out of the water like a towering tree just now was just one of its arms, and now it is tightly wrapped around the top of the mountain on the bottom of the sea with four arms on half of its body. , stabilized his body at the place closest to the sea, and then used the farthest arm to attack Qingya.
The giant beast once again raised its wingspan, and more than a dozen tiny tentacles crisscrossed around Qingya, trying to tie him up tightly. But before those tentacles got close to him, they were already frozen by a burst of cold air, then broke into a small piece of ice and fell into the sea again.
The strong pain made the monster want to retract its arm immediately, but only the moonlight was shining in the sky, and there was no sword or sword. The longest and thickest arm of the octopus monster had been broken from the root. The fallen arm was like the Buzhou Mountain that was knocked down by Gonggong, leaning back towards the sea, creating a huge wave of more than ten feet high on the already unstable sea.
After losing one arm, the octopus monster immediately retracted the four arms wrapped around the mountain. The remaining seven arms suddenly kicked off the sea surface, and its body fled like an arrow from the string like an arrow from the string.
It didn't know what the creature in front of it was that broke into its sea area. It didn't have the concept of human beings. It didn't know why it only relied on instinct to hunt prey, but its arm was broken by the prey.
All it knew was that if it didn't run away now, what would be left behind would be more than just an arm. The arm could grow back anyway, and it was still important to save its life right now.
If the person holding the sword was Qingya, it would indeed be able to escape successfully, but at this moment, the person holding the sword is the God of Death in the underworld.
Even after it dived to a depth of hundreds of kilometers under the sea, it still couldn't escape the pursuit of death. A frost-like sword energy jumped into the water, and along the path of the sword energy traveling through the sea, it formed an icicle running through the seabed, and the huge octopus monster was pierced through the head by this icicle. They were frozen together into a giant ice block like a continent under the sea.
After a while, the icicles gradually dissipated, and the octopus monster's body also unfrozen. It crawled quietly on the seabed, waiting for the power of nature to gradually decompose it.
It was once the overlord of this sea area, and all underwater creatures were its food. It stood at the top of the world's food chain for hundreds of years. Today, the tiniest creature can decompose its huge body and re-support the ecosystem here for hundreds of years.
It has demanded hundreds of years from this sea area, and will also contribute hundreds of years to this sea area. This is the law of natural balance. Under the law of heaven, all living beings are equal.
However, after finally controlling Qingya's body, he only swung his sword and his opponent fell down. This made Qingming feel like he was striking a mosquito with thunder and lightning.
Sure enough, Qingya felt its protest again: "How powerful do you think it is, just like this? It's just a move, what's there to say? You are too useless, for such a low-level monster, Are you worthy of my action?"
Knowing that it has such a temper, Qingya must go on with what it says now: "Yes, yes, you, old man, have been affected. It's just that the younger generation is incapable of learning and cannot cope with this dark environment. Please be considerate, please be considerate." "
Um? Hey, what are you going to do? Don't control my body without permission.
It seemed that he had not fought enough just now. Even though there were no enemies left, Qing Ming still raised his long sword high and struck a sword across the sky and earth towards the sea.
The sword light of the stormy waves struck the water, and the sea water immediately flew towards the sky on the left and right, rushing towards the nine heavens like a waterfall flowing backwards. On the original sea surface, after the sea water dissipated, the land under the sea was exposed, leaving only the deep There are still seawater residues in the trench.
This sword actually split a path in the sea. More than that, Qing Ming never raised his hand again after slashing with the sword, and six golden figures similar to the original figure appeared on both sides of Qingya's body. They also raised their long swords high, and struck the sea with one sword after another. Cut down.
The water that had just returned was split again, and a deep crack was opened in the exposed seabed. Six swords later, a crack had been formed on the seabed that was hundreds of miles long, dozens of feet wide, and bottomless. new trench.
After everything calmed down, the seawater slowly returned and filled the new trench. This set of sword moves actually changed the topography of the seabed.
Qingya can see it. The move Qing Ming performed was also the sword move he had learned. It seemed as if every time it went crazy, it was telling him how stunning and stunning a real sword move should be.
Indeed, in comparison, the sword moves he performed were just like a child swinging a toy wooden sword casually twice.
Similarly, Qing Ya's body could not withstand such a severe loss of spiritual energy. After one move, when Qing Mingxiang was about to raise his sword again, he found that the boy was already empty of spiritual energy and was weak.
Hey, you go back to playing, but you have some spiritual power left for me. I still have to find someone. It's over, it's over, there is the sea below, if I fall from such a high place, I will become eight-petaled.
The moment before he lost consciousness, Qingya heard the distant and ancient song again, as if the goddess of the Styx was singing a requiem, a soul-inducing song, to ferry him into the netherworld.
Then, Qing Ya didn't know anything and let his body fall downwards. Qing Ming was just playing around, and he was always trustworthy at critical moments.
When his consciousness gradually recovered, the first thing that came to his mind was the sound of water drops falling on the water, ticking like a clock.
Qingya wanted to open his eyes to see where this was, but his heavy eyelids could not be lifted no matter what. He seemed to feel a bunch of soft water plants swinging back and forth on his face. Unknowingly, Qingya fell into a deep sleep again. .
Light, in this endless darkness, Qingya felt the natural light stimulating his eyes for the first time. With light, everything has hope.
Slowly opening his eyes, his vision blurred by sleep gradually became clearer. Through the faint light, Qingya saw that above his head was a wooden roof. This was a building that could only be found in the human world.
And now he is lying on a somewhat old wooden bed, with dried seaweed under his body. Qing Ming, who is accompanying him, has faded all the glory and is lying quietly on his body. around. And on the head of his bed, a luminous pearl larger than his head was shining brightly, which served as the lighting here.
Feeling that his body was shaking slightly, Qingya sat up. Through the open window and the light of the pearl, Qingya found that he was in a cabin. The outside world was still dark, with only the sea water gently pushing the cabin. , as gentle as a cradle.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden board. Qingya suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the person, and his heartstrings tightened tightly.
Who could be coming? Is it Qing'er? If not, who else would be there in this dark world? Qing Ya once again tightened his grip on Qing Ming beside him.
The footsteps came closer, and Qingya could see clearly that the person coming was not Hua Qing'er. Maybe it’s not necessarily people who come.
