The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

As they pondered, Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing's flying boat drew ever closer to the black mist in the middle of the scene.

Hai Shan's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed, "Don't go in yet!"

Duan Xinglian's voice came through the phone, tinged with obvious panic:

"No, senior, we didn't move!"

It's this fog that's pulling us in!

Under their horrified gazes, the black mist slowly swirled, forming a vortex.

Then a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared.

The airship began to fall uncontrollably.

Despite their desperate attempts to manipulate it, those mid-level magical treasures were simply no match for the suction force of the black mist.

The runes on the airship lit up and then went out, emitting a humming sound as if it were struggling under the strain.

As the black mist drew closer, Duan Xinglian gritted his teeth.

He pulled out a handful of magic talismans from the talisman pouch at his waist, and without even looking at them, stuck them directly onto the flying boat.

"Lightness Talisman!"

"Shifting Talisman!"

"Wings Spreading Talisman!"

One talisman after another burned, transforming into various colored lights that merged into the frame of the flying boat.

After using hundreds of medium-level magical talismans, the flying boat finally managed to come to a standstill less than ten feet away from the black mist.

It hovered in mid-air, shaking violently.

Hai Shan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could speak, he caught a glimpse of several streaks of light rushing straight into the black mist from afar.

Hai Shan only had time to issue a final warning: "Watch out!!"

Before they could finish speaking, a blue-green flying boat seemed not to have seen them at all.

It crashed straight into the side of Duan Xinglian and Zhou Liuqing's flying boat.

"boom!"

The two airships collided, sending splinters flying. Zhou Liuqing and Duan Xinglian's airship lost its balance and capsized.

The two were thrown from the boat and plummeted straight into the black mist.

Saturday Qing flipped over in the air, the wind whistling past her ears and her hair dancing wildly.

She glanced at the streaks of light rushing towards the black mist in the distance, and gritted her teeth:

"Never mind, senior!"

She shouted into the phone, her voice broken and intermittent by the wind:

"The weaving machine with ten thousand threads must not be snatched up by others first!"

We're leaving now!

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen on the phone went completely black, followed by a static sound, and then the signal was completely lost.

Penglai Island.

Hai Shan stared blankly at the unresponsive phone screen.

His two youngest apprentices went in.

Because some people don't know why the flying boat suddenly appeared and crashed into it.

Without even understanding the true nature of the black mist.

Hai Shan closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

That breath was heavy, as if something was being pushed down from the chest.

Didn't I tell you not to fight over it?

Why do we have to join in this fun?

He opened his eyes, his heterochromatic pupils calm.

"Mianmian." His voice was calm.

"Check which airships belong to whom."

Beside her, Hai Mianmian suddenly snapped out of her daze, hurriedly picked up her phone, and her fingertips flew across the screen.

After a moment, she raised her head, her voice tinged with hesitation:

"Great Island Master, those people seem to come from several different sects..."

Hai Shan nodded slowly, tapping his fingers on his phone screen:

"Send me the list of the most powerful figures in the sect."

Hai Mianmian stammered, "Great Island Master, they seem to be..."

"when!"

A loud bang.

Hai Mianmian's second half of her sentence was abruptly cut off.

The sea surrounding the entire Penglai Island suddenly froze.

In an instant, radiating outwards from the island's shore, the gray-blue seawater transformed into a white ice field in the blink of an eye, with cracks spreading across the ice surface and emitting a crisp cracking sound.

The frost spread outwards at a visible speed, the waves froze in mid-air, and the wings of birds were frozen, causing them to fall from the sky and shatter into ice shards upon impact with the ice surface.

Facing the sea and mountains, Hai Mianmian felt as if she had been thrown into an endless ice cellar.

The biting cold almost froze the blood.

Her lips turned purplish-blue instantly, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

The strange phenomenon vanished in an instant.

The frozen sea surface returned to normal in a few breaths, the waves surged again, and the frozen birds struggled to shake off the ice chips and stumbled away.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Sorry, I startled you."

"Hai Shan's voice came from ahead, tinged with weariness and apology."

"I did not do it on purpose."

He sighed, trying his best to make his voice sound as gentle as usual:

"Mianmian, can you send me the list of the most powerful people in the sect?"

I'll handle the rest.

Hai Mianmian picked up her phone with trembling hands, but she didn't stop operating it.

She paused each frame of the last video of Duan Xinglian and the others, zooming in, comparing, and analyzing the image of the cyan flying boat that collided with the flying boat.

A few moments later, a list appeared on the screen.

"Great Island Master, I've sent you my fortune."

Hai Shan glanced at his phone and slowly nodded:

"received."

He turned and walked out.

Her clothes fluttered, her steps were small, but each step carried a resolute determination that made people dare not stop her.

Hai Mianmian's expression changed:

"Great Island Master, do not act rashly."

Hai Shan paused for a moment, his steps faltering slightly.

"I know what I'm doing."

Hai Mianmian just breathed a sigh of relief.

But then Hai Shan's voice rang out again:

"Because they are the ones who act impulsively."

He stepped out the door and disappeared into the night.

Hai Mianmian stood there, clutching her phone, the list on the screen was alarmingly long.

She looked in the direction where Hai Shan had disappeared, then glanced down at the names of the sects on the list, and felt a chill run down her spine.

"madman."

She muttered to herself, her voice echoing in the empty hall, "They're all a bunch of crazy lunatics who don't care about their lives."

Chapter 75 The Story of 1906

Today's gate.

Inside the sect, the main hall, paved with bluestone, was brightly lit with candles.

Gu Shifang sat cross-legged on the futon, his hair and beard were all white, and his face was thin, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's.

Standing before him was a young man, his personal disciple, named Chen Wang.

At this moment, Chen Wang's brows were furrowed, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes, full of confusion.

"Master, why don't we take their commission?"

Chen Wang's voice echoed in the main hall.

Today's gate.

This sect, whose main business is delivery and courier services, has completely shut down its related operations in northern Shaanxi in the past month.

We do not accept shipments originating from northern Shaanxi or destined for northern Shaanxi.