There's something wrong with my master.

"That's right. Whether I'm thinking about you or me, it's the same."

Time passes quietly.

The day was no different from the past.

Yun Changsheng and Li Yue are still in seclusion.

The monkey looked at the redwoods growing taller and taller, and sometimes in the dead of night he would think of eradicating them completely.

Then he was swallowed by the peach tree and taken into the tree hole where he was taught a lesson.

The other peach tree wrote and drew on its branches, then calculated the time and thought that the monkey might be in mating season, so it was deliberately making trouble.

Lin Xi has been going up and down the mountain these days, often looking at the sea and observing the whereabouts of the underwater dragon.

It was not until more than a month later that a loud roar was heard from the bottom of the sea.

A huge shadow covered the sky and then moved away.

Lin Xi, who had been staring at the sea, twitched his mouth unconsciously. Then he looked at the sky and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to curse a few times.

I thought about it and realized that my luck was already very bad. If I cursed a few more times, I would really have no luck at all.

So I could only stop talking unwillingly.

"Lord Long is leaving."

She spoke slowly, wondering whether she should move Four Seasons Mountain and follow the dragon, taking advantage of the dragon's might.

When uncertainty leaves the sea, the sea is no longer uncertain.

The Dragon Hiding Formation can only hold out for three to five years, and it was developed temporarily, so we don't know if it will be of any use.

But before she could think it through, the sound of space breaking came from the sky.

The figure that blocked out the sun in the clouds disappeared.

"It seems that I can't use the power of the tiger to bully others."

Lin Xi's tone was a little regretful, but he didn't really care.

Jiaolong is not a real dragon.

A true dragon is a sign of good fortune.

What dragons bring is often disaster.

No matter how much Wu Ding Long looks like a dragon, he is still a Jiaolong. Following behind him might make you even more unlucky than before...

Almost at the moment when the Dragon King left the sea, those monks who were staring at the sea felt it.

They have been able to deduce this sea.

In the Su Nu Sect.

Nichang was squatting in the clouds, watching a pair of lovers become strangers.

Of course, she planned this.

When the female cultivator from the Su Nu Sect returned to the sect, she also appeared at the sect's gate.

"Master." The female practitioner bowed, her eyes filled with confusion and without light.

"It is just as the Sect Master said. When we met again, I found that he seemed to be nothing special."

"I used to think he was good, but it was only because the light in my eyes overshadowed him."

"Chi'er, you understand." Nishang nodded. She looked at the confused girl and her heart ached unconsciously.

They were almost a perfect couple.

Pity……

With regret, she turned around and walked away slowly.

He left a message before leaving.

"The Su Nu Sect will always be your home."

After saying that, she took a step forward, left the sect, and headed for the vast ocean.

"Lin Xi, right? You still owe me a story."

"I hope your story will be more exciting than the one just now."

She muttered a few words to herself, then looked into space.

"Come out, you sneaky guys, is your sect only good at taking advantage of others' misfortunes and attacking from behind?"

Space breaks.

Two Taoists holding dustpans came out.

These two Taoists were the elders of King Yan. They told King Yan that if there was a chance to take advantage of someone's misfortune, they would give it a try.

"My power is low, and that female devil is too murderous. I should be cautious."

"Senior brother is right."

Another Taoist priest nodded in agreement.

Neither of them wanted to get involved in this mess, but although the King of Yan said that he didn't care about what happened back then, he still had a knot in his heart.

As elders, they always try to seek justice.

For example, throwing stones at others.

"Wu Ji is just ahead, let's go and join him first, there is strength in numbers."

"Senior brother is right."

Neon Dress: ...

It is worthy of being a sect that has the word "Go" written into its rules. No wonder they have so many disciples and very few of them die prematurely.

"What do the Pure Land Temple say?"

"Don't worry, a Tribulation Master has died. Even if those monks are really clay Buddhas, they will definitely be furious."

Nichang replied, took a step forward, and disappeared.

The two Taoists looked at each other and followed.

After passing through a dark void, the scenery in front of them changed. Several people reappeared, and what came into view was a blood-red sea.

Countless corpses of sea beasts floated on the sea.

The sturdy man holding a huge sword struck the sea water, sending out rays of sword light.

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The sword light fell.

The corpse of the sea monster floated up, and blood of various colors spread on the sea surface.

Most of them are bright red, sometimes there are green, yellow, blue and black.

Then all kinds of internal organs, accompanied by a fishy smell, wafted around wantonly.

Wu Ji, holding a huge sword, slashed out another ray of sword light.

The sword light was so powerful that even the splashing water was tinged with the sword's intent.

A drop of water splashed onto Nishang and cut her Taoist robe.

She dodged to the side and then said something.

"After so many years, haven't you killed enough?"

“Don’t meddle in other people’s business!” Wu Ji stopped swinging his sword, and his sturdy body hovered above the sea.

The Seven Swords Sect's skills are flawed.

After breaking through to the Mahayana stage, if the Seven Illusion Lotus did not make up for this defect, the disciples of the Seven Sword Sect would become irritable and angry.

Only killing can stop this anger.

"Wuding is gone, kill as many as you want."

"Senior brother is right."

On the side, King Yan’s elders were adding fuel to the fire.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ji, who had been somewhat restrained before, swung his sword again.

This time the huge sword slashed straight onto the sea.

There was a bang.

A thin golden line extends forward and backward with the tip of the sword as the center.

"Extreme Sword!"

He shouted loudly, and the golden thread suddenly extended faster.

Even the monk who was undergoing tribulation could not see where the golden thread extended to, as if there was really no limit.

"open!"

Another loud shout.

The sea suddenly rolled.

The hand holding the giant sword trembled slightly. He raised the sword with some effort, and then swung it out viciously.

boom!

There was an explosion.

The sea water spread out to both sides with the golden line as the boundary.

The sound of splashing water was heard and gradually became louder, as if two waterfalls were rushing down.

Looking down, the sword had already reached a depth of more than a thousand meters.

The churning sea water below had turned black, like an abyss that would devour anyone it could.

"It's really murderous."

The two Taoists who were fanning the flames were stunned.

Looking forward along the golden line, he saw nothing. The sword intent had turned everything along the way into dust.

“Follow the golden thread.”

The brutality in Wu Ji's heart dissipated a little.

He said this coldly, and then began to walk forward along the golden line.

"If we fly like this, it will take several years to find it, right?" asked the elder of King Yan.

"They blocked the direction again, and I can only vaguely sense that it is on this line."

Wu Ji explained, took a step forward, and his figure was already in the distance.

"I'm not in a hurry." Nichang spread her hands and stretched her waist lazily.

She covered her mouth and yawned, then flew in the other direction of the golden line.

Of all people, she has the least hatred.

She was just very interested in Lin Xi's story and wanted to make it more exciting.

The rest doesn’t matter.

The two elders of King Yan looked at each other, and without thinking, followed Nichang to fish.

It’s better to let a reckless man like Wu Ji do the hard work of finding someone.

The sea became silent.

Only the corpses of sea beasts were floating.

After a few days, when the pressure of the Tribulation Period had completely dissipated, the deep-sea monsters that had escaped the disaster surfaced and devoured the corpses bit by bit.