Chapter 409 Going to sea

After the introduction, Gu Li said straight to the point: "Old Hu, Senior Jin came from Hongqing Realm and wants to meet Wei Ran from Lihuo Sect. Please make arrangements."

"Gu Li, the price for meeting and sending things is not the same." Hu Miao said bluntly.

"I understand, as long as the price is fair."

"Don't worry, I'm doing long-term business and I won't raise random prices. It's just that this is a war period, which is different from peacetime. You have to be mentally prepared."

"How much do you want? Tell me." Jin Ziming asked.

"Two thousand top-quality spiritual stones."

"Lao Hu, isn't that outrageous?" The beauty was shocked by this number.

With the man's wealth, he can easily pay for it, but he knows that people's desires are endless. Once you make the other party think you are a fat sheep, you are bound to make some mistakes in the middle, and induce the intermediary to become an agent.

Robbers.

Although he was not afraid, he did not want to cause trouble, so he created a small field. After isolating outside exploration, his aura suddenly changed and demonic energy billowed around him.

"Hu Miao, I won't hide it from you. On the territory of Xize Zong, I had no choice but to use magic weapons to disguise myself as a righteous monk.

I have no intention of becoming an enemy to anyone, I just want to find my old friend. If I go to Lihuomen, as a combined demon cultivator, I think I can find Weiran.

The reason why I go through you is because you are more familiar with it and can save time. You give me a final price, and if I can accept it, the deal will be completed immediately, otherwise I will go there myself."

His move really calmed Hu Miao, and after a brief bargaining, the price was finally settled on 1,200 top-quality spiritual stones.

After paying the deposit, the two parties agreed to set off in two days. The teleportation array between good and evil has been interrupted, so we can only take another route.

After leaving the meeting place, Gu Li was amazed: "Great Elder, you can do it, you can actually pretend to be a demon cultivator casually."

"I'm a little special, I can move demonic energy."

"Could it be the 'Dual Cultivation of Good and Evil' that the sect has been boasting about a few years ago?"

"I'm not, but a friend is."

The next day, he continued to guide Gu Li's practice, "Great Elder, I can ask for leave to accompany you to the Demon Sect. It's a pity that I haven't been to the Demon Sect after being here for so long. I want to go and see it together without taking advantage of you.

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"Gu Li, your righteous aura is too conspicuous. It's better to wait until the war is over before going. I'm going to see my friends and don't want to get involved with demon cultivators." Jin Ziming said with a smile.

"Okay." Gu Li was a little unhappy and agreed with a pouted mouth.

The next day, the man came to the agreed place and found Hu Miao waiting there. The other party came up to him and said:

"Senior Jin, we set off from the sea and dock at a port close to the border. There is my partner there. He is a demon cultivator and will take you into the Demon Sect's territory. It is not convenient for me to go there."

"Okay, let's go." Jin Ziming said in a deep voice.

The two of them walked towards the harbor. Hu Miao pointed to a big black ship and said: "Monks who are fit and above usually fly first class, but in our line of work, we don't get much exposure. I wanted to keep a low profile, so I only booked two tickets."

First class, please make accommodations."

"It doesn't matter."

"Can you suppress your cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage? This way it won't be so conspicuous." Hu Miao said with a smile.

"Okay." The man immediately transformed into the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Hu Miao was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.

The shipbuilding industry in the Magic Light Realm is very developed, and the merchant ships look magnificent and extremely strong. After boarding the ship, Jin Ziming frowned slightly: "Hu Miao, why are there so many monks on the ship?"

"The land in the Magic Light Realm is a curved crescent. It takes about the same time to fly from the land to the front line as it does to take a sea ship. Whether it is for monks to change defenses or to transport strategic materials, they mainly rely on sea transportation."

"Why don't the monks fly directly over the sea? Wouldn't it be faster?"

"If the personnel disperse and fly to the front line, there will be two major risks. One is that there will be sea monsters causing trouble, and the other is that they may be ambushed by demon cultivators. It is better for everyone to gather on a boat and resist the enemy together."

"Oh, that's it." The man suddenly realized.

More than an hour later, the cargo was loaded, the ship carrying nearly a thousand passengers weighed anchor and sailed out of the bay.

The sky is blue and the sun is bright, the wind is strong on the sea, the sails are bulging, and the ship is riding the wind and waves.

The man was sitting cross-legged in the single cabin, but a soul thread had penetrated into the first-class cabin on the upper floor, where there were sixty-two Nascent Souls, eighteen combined bodies, and two Mahayana Lords.

Many of them went to the front line for reinforcements. They were discussing the situation of the war enthusiastically. This war has lasted for more than three years. There have been two major battles, and good and evil each won one.

There have been countless small and medium-sized battles, with both sides winning and losing. The war has reached a stalemate. Now everyone is mobilizing troops and punishing generals. It seems that another big battle is likely to happen.

Most of the Nascent Soul Masters are worried. In their realm, if they are not careful, they may become cannon fodder, while more than a dozen mercenaries are brave and ready to make a fortune.

The Nishizawa Sect and its subordinate first-level sects not only offer generous rewards, but also promise that individuals do not need to hand over the trophies they obtain. This makes them even more attractive.

Half a month later, the ship had reached the deep sea. One afternoon, the weather was gloomy and depressing. The sea was very calm. A group of seagulls were chirping and flying close to the water. Dark clouds gradually came.

Jin Ziming stood on the side of the ship, looking at the dim sky and sea. Hu Miao often traveled this sea route and had rich experience. He couldn't help but mutter: "A storm is coming."

His conjecture was soon confirmed. The wind picked up, and a light rain came, which quickly turned into a heavy rain. The wind was howling, the sea was roaring, and huge waves came in rows, causing the merchant ship to jolt violently.

The mortals on the lower floors exclaimed, and a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk from the Nishizawa Sect walked out of the first-class cabin. He stood on the bow of the ship like a javelin, stepping on the huge waves under his feet.

A large light shield protected the entire merchant ship. The wind and rain were blocked out, and the ship's hull suddenly became stable. The rough waves could only make it slightly undulate and no longer rock up and down.

Seeing the immortals showing their divine power, the mortals calmed down and stopped making noise.

But the good times didn't last long. Suddenly, in the night, a monk exclaimed, "The sea monster is coming." Several fusions and Nascent Souls rushed out of the cabin, suspended around the side of the ship, and guarded the ship.

More than a dozen sea monsters approached from the water, all of which were fourth- or fifth-level cultivations. When they entered the attack range, the aerial monks, under the command of a late-stage powerful man, all took action.

Swords, spears, flying knives, ice picks, fists, etc. all got into the water one after another. Painful roars were heard immediately, and the water was dyed red with animal blood.

Several sea monsters sprang out, and a huge black octopus spurted out ink, knocking a real Nascent Soul away. Eight tentacles took the opportunity to reach in through the gap, trying to seize the merchant ship.

A ray of silver light flew out from the uppermost cabin, spinning rapidly in the air. A miserable howl sounded, and a rain of blood fell. All the tentacles were cut off, and two of them fell on the ship, and the deck suddenly cracked.

A blue whale jumped into the air, opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and sprayed out a thick wall of water, hitting the merchant ship. A mermaid struck out with a palm, blocking the turbulent waves.

The blue whale disappeared into the sea, and suddenly a black evil dragon appeared in the night sky. It turned out that it had been curling up and hiding behind the whale monster.

It burst into action, swung out a claw, shattered the protective air shield, rushed forward with its huge body, and struck a blow with the late-stage fusion creature, knocking the latter away and falling into the dark abyss.

The dragon twisted at low altitude, and its long tail whipped toward the bow of the ship. If it was hit, the ship would immediately disintegrate.

There was a cold snort in the cabin, and a man in gray clothes holding a long red sword turned into a bolt of flames and flashed out. He came first and stabbed a big hole in the black dragon's waist.

The red flames penetrated into the belly of the dragon and shot out from the other side. Wherever the long sword passed, the blazing flames burned more and more intensely, burning the evil dragon into two pieces. This fifth-level Dzogchen beast was immediately killed by the True Lord.

Heavy damage.

The black dragon fled, and the remaining sea monsters had no intention of fighting and retreated one after another. On the sea, violent storms and huge waves continued, but with a high-level Nascent Soul guarding the bow, it was enough to deal with it.

In this wave of sneak attacks, the human race lost one fusion body and two Nascent Souls, and seven or eight others were injured. Many monks complained in their hearts that the two True Lords took action too late.

Three hours later, the storm subsided, the sun rose, and the well-trained crew began to repair the damaged hull.

The big ship continued to approach the northeast, and the rest of the journey was no longer disturbed by bad weather or sea monsters. After more than ten days, it was less than a thousand miles away from Delai Port near the front line.

The sea and sky are blue, with white clouds floating. Occasionally, seabirds pass by, leaving long and crisp calls in the morning breeze.

The first-class room was small and stuffy. As usual, Jin and Hu were chatting on the side of the ship. The man suddenly frowned. Hu Miao keenly caught his subtle changes and asked hurriedly: "Senior Jin, what's the matter?"

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"I'm afraid it's going to be uneasy again." Jin Ziming sighed.

A man in white in the late stage of integration walked out of the first-class cabin and looked far into the distance. Another powerful man came behind him and asked: "Senior Brother Sun, have you detected it?"

"It's strange that a dragon actually swam over alone. He's only at the mid-fifth level of cultivation. How dare he?" Monk surnamed Sun murmured.

"Senior brother, there is no need to worry. Since he came here to die alone, we will make it happen. If you are really worried, search for the soul after capturing it, and everything will be clear, right?"

"Junior brother Huo is right." The man in white nodded slightly.

The Kraken accelerated forward, and there were only four people on the bow of the boat, all of whom were powerful. In order to prevent the enemy from overturning the boat after approaching, Senior Brother Sun shot out his flying sword and dived into the sea.

The long sword sprang out from the sea in the distance and flew back to its owner's hand. The seawater rippled and gradually turned into a rapidly rotating vortex.

A gray dragon soared into the sky, its huge body hovering in the air, its eyes as red as copper bells, and its scales covered with spikes.

Although his cultivation was two levels lower than the black dragon from the previous few days, his bloodline was pure and he appeared more majestic and sturdy. It said human words from its mouth: "A small human dares to seriously injure Black Moon. I will give way today."

You pay the price."

"You don't know how to live or die." A sword cultivator who was at the peak of his mid-level integration coldly snorted, jumped into the air, and raised his sword to slash at the gray dragon.
Chapter completed!