Cao Ya raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Shi Hao, and said with a smile:
"What, you want to try your hand at them?"
He saw Shi Hao's thoughts.
After two years of hard training, Shi Hao couldn't wait to have a battle with those young geniuses.
"Then go and have a look." Cao Ya did not refuse. If Shi Hao wanted to go, it was up to him.
Two years ago, Shi Hao first entered the Spiritual Transformation Realm. In a real duel, he was probably not as good as those young geniuses.
But at this time, Shi Hao is basically at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and is no longer inferior to any Spirit Transformation Realm, whether he is a young prodigy or an older generation of strong men who have suppressed their cultivation.
Although Shi Hao failed every time when he challenged him, Shi Hao made great progress every time. Cao Ya was shocked when he saw it.
Huhu~~
The two of them crossed the blue sea and arrived outside the battlefield.
Rumble~~~~~
The waves hit the sky and the battle was fierce.
In the sea, a young man with a head full of aqua-blue hair and gleaming eyes, holding a halberd in one arm, faced the powerful mermaid tribe alone, killing everyone.
The monks from the mermaid tribe screamed, their bodies cracked, and then exploded.
The descendant of Poseidon is named Mo Shang. He holds a halberd with one hand. He is extremely powerful and can sweep through thousands of armies. He is extremely terrifying. He can suppress this sea area by himself alone. No one dares to attack him directly.
The mermaid clan suffered a disastrous defeat and had to withdraw from the sea area and retreated in front of the Poseidon clan.
Immediately, many creatures in the sea came to surrender to Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, and surrendered one after another.
It is obvious that Mo Shang is conquering various tribes. He came to Bihai not only to compete for the "Kunpeng Treasure Art", but also to make a name for himself and prepare for becoming a god in the future.
Mo Shang aspires to the ancient ancestors and the sea to be a god and to rule all races.
Even the creatures on land were shocked by the sight.
"Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, is already invincible!" someone lamented.
"Look, the geniuses of the Fire Fish clan are extremely powerful!" Someone pointed to another area of the sea and exclaimed.
People looked over and saw the same shocking scene.
The red light surged into the sky, and a majestic young man wearing red armor, his whole body shining brightly, holding a red-blooded war spear, swept through the enemies, forced back a large group of senior masters, and occupied one side alone.
The Flame Fish clan watched from the outside but did not participate in the battle.
That young man is the ultimate genius of the Flame Fish clan, his name is Han Tian. In this North Sea, he is as famous as Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon.
The battle between Han Tian and Mo Shang two years ago shocked the crowd. Although it ended in a draw, now, the two young geniuses are even more terrifying.
Everyone knew that these two geniuses were destined to have a bloody battle because the two clans were feuding.
In addition to the Poseidon clan and the Fire Fish clan, there are many powerful clans, followed by old servants, and young men and women with outstanding heads are clustered in the center, creating an extraordinary atmosphere.
There are also the people and horses from the Taikoo Sacred Mountain. Together, they look around in all directions and are absolutely powerful.
Even if I come to the sea, I still have enough confidence.
Cao Ya looked around and his eyes flickered. In his perception, the real power in this blue sea was not the little guys or old servants on the surface. What was lurking in the dark was truly terrifying.
The aura of the Venerable that can be sensed alone can be felt in more than two palms!
He was unable to sense many creatures accurately, because those creatures came from powerful clans or sacred mountains, and the artifacts passed down from ancient times were very magical and could block spiritual perception.
Even though Cao Ya is confident that he is not inferior to the True God, he still has to be cautious.
Shi Hao originally wanted to have a big battle, so he selected a group of strong men from the older generation to establish his reputation.
But the sudden change in Kunpeng's nest attracted people's attention. When Shi Hao saw it, he was even more surprised.
On the island and reef, Kunpeng began to crack. After a long time, it finally became no longer stable and was about to collapse.
The entire body of the God's Nest was pitch-black, and its cracks were blazing, like a volcano erupting under the Black Mountain. Fiery rivers of lava appeared, meandering and pouring into the sea, boiling a sea area and causing mist to rise.
"It's about to open!" Everyone's hearts moved and they stared intently.
I've been waiting hard for two years for this day, right?
However, the place closest to the ancient nest is occupied by a large force. From the disciples of Shenshan Mountain to the princes, and then to the head and venerable of a religion, the aura is faint and deep as an abyss, and ordinary people dare not approach it at all.
Many monks had no choice but to stay in the distance and watch the God's Nest.
In a large area of darkness, the heroes were unwilling to leave and waited for opportunities in the rear.
Cao Ya's eyes were filled with divine light, staring at the divine nest.
Although he had not experienced the training of young Kunpeng, he still got a glimpse of some special runes.
The dark ancient nest cracked and golden ripples appeared, which greatly touched Cao Ya.
"Sanren..." Shi Hao said, feeling quite uneasy in his heart.
Shi Hao had experienced the training of young Kunpeng and had also seen many runes.
"Silence! Let those great sect members clear the way. Really good things won't be easy to get. First, focus on observing the runes... Have you seen them too?" Cao Ya sent a message and asked at the end.
Shi Hao nodded.
"The incomplete runes of "Kunpeng Treasure"..." Cao Ya looked at the island with great seriousness, and the black nest began to change. It quickly turned golden and brilliant, and pieces of runes steamed up and connected together.
"Eh, that's not right!" Cao Ya suddenly frowned. The rune shone brightly. It was an important record. It mentioned the "Kunpeng Treasure", but it was not the "Kunpeng Treasure" itself.
In the end, Cao Ya obtained a set of mysterious symbols whose meaning was unknown, very strange, and very complicated.
"I don't understand." Cao Ya shook his head.
Shi Hao pondered for a long time, but found nothing.
The two checked and found exactly the same runes, but they didn't understand what they meant.
When Cao Ya recalled the articles he had read, he could scan them hastily, but they had long since lost their impression. Even if he recalled them, they were only a rough outline, and he had almost forgotten the specific things.
After all, I never noticed it before.
If you want to dig into your memory, you have to pay attention to it and read it carefully.
However, Cao Ya dug deep into his memory and found nothing, but others did.
"Those two people... do you think they look familiar?" Some creatures in the sea were confused and looked at Cao Ya and Shi Hao on the sea. The tall and short figures looked so familiar.
"It's the 'tall and short evil'! Damn it, we finally discovered these two robbers!" A monk's pupils tightened as he recognized them.
He probably witnessed Cao Ya and others committing crimes, or was a victim.
Judging from the angry expression on his face, he is more likely to be a victim.
Cao Ya and the others marched forward on the sea. At this moment, heroes from all walks of life gathered outside Kunpeng's nest. It was inevitable that they would meet the heroes.
Naturally, some victims looked over suspiciously and recognized them.
"Is it you?!" The venerables and elders of the Ancient Sacred Mountain, the ancestors of powerful clans in the sea area, Elder Su, princes of one side, young prodigies, etc. all stared at them, their eyes cold and murderous.
These were all beaten down by Cao Ya and others.
Especially the envoy of Lord Jiao, Mo Shang, a descendant of the Poseidon Clan, who was beaten with a black stick and lost his face. Now that he saw his true master, he was naturally furious.
Phew~~
In the distance, a gray dragon emerged from the sea and transformed into an old man. He looked cold and wanted to kill the two people immediately.
But Cao Ya, a loose man in the wilderness, was a venerable man. He seemed to have become a god, but he was also very fearful and hesitated to move forward.
But Mo Shang, the descendant of Poseidon, thinks that this place is Kunpeng's nest and suppresses his cultivation. It is the realm of spirit transformation, so what is there to fear?
Mo Shang was arrogant, holding a golden halberd, pointing at Cao Ya and Shi Hao, extremely domineering:
"The scattered people of the Great Wilderness... you will come here to receive me to death!"