Beiqiong Sea Area, Seven Seas Island, Seven Seas Alliance Headquarters.
This giant island with a fork-shaped head and tail was originally named Size Island.
There are four kinds of rare treasures on the island: ancient gold-liquid trees, strange silver-flowered flowers, bronze-edged sword grass, and ironwood and stubborn rocks.
Once it appeared, it caused many power disputes. Finally, after a series of battles, it fell into the hands of the Sea Clan, and was renamed Seven Seas Island to serve as the headquarters of the Seven Seas Alliance.
At this time, there is Chihu Mountain on the island.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The roar of the tiger shook the sky, like thunder, and from time to time, continuous fire appeared in the sky.
Bang bang bang!!
Listen carefully, the roaring sound is also mixed with the rhythmic sound of fists and feet.
There is a valley in the mountains, surrounded by tall trees growing like horned dragons, blocking the sun.
There was a platform built between the big trees, and it was filled with strong Chishan Tiger Gang members dressed in black with red stripes.
Everyone held their breath and stared intently into the valley.
In the valley.
The head of the Chishan Tigers, Situ Jue, known as the Fiery Sun Evil Tiger, was naked from the waist up, standing two and a half meters tall, and his knotted muscles shone like yellow jade.
The hands have huge joints and six fingers, and they are fighting at close range with two flying tigers with wings on their backs.
The two ferocious tigers were huge, truly like giant insects, with a body of three to four feet. When they flapped their wings on their backs, they set off a wave of flames. They roared loudly, full of fangs, and black shadows appeared around them.
These two flying tigers can be said to be the undisputed kings of beasts in the mountains and forests. Either one can easily hunt down a master martial artist at the master level.
But facing these two tiger beasts that ordinary people would change their expressions after hearing about them, Situ Jue smiled, opened his hands, punched, or cleft his palms, grabbing the tiger beasts and throwing them away from time to time.
It's like playing, toying with each other.
If you look carefully, you can see that there are many methods, but there are hidden tricks.
With every punch and every palm, he didn't even use his willpower. He only relied on the strength of his muscles and bones to suppress the two flying tigers from time to time, making them moan loudly.
"Mountain Master! Mountain Master! The evil tiger is falling!"
"Mountain Master! Beat the tiger!"
On the tree stand, the onlookers shouted loudly from time to time, shouting the names of moves.
Situ Jue in the valley smiled slightly when he heard the sound, and vaguely obeyed. He slowed down and performed the moves as if he was teaching. Every move and every move was very beautiful, but he steadily suppressed the two flying tigers.
In fact, today is indeed Chihu Mountain’s annual teaching and training conference.
The mountain leader Situ Jue demonstrated the killing method in the gang's Red Tiger's Evil Code, the Fierce Sun Fist.
Situ Jue didn't feel bored or wasted time, but actually enjoyed it very much.
He clearly knew that Chihushan's current strength lies with him, but its future strength lies with those young disciples on the stage.
They are the hope, they are the future.
Therefore, he likes to practice killing techniques in front of his disciples, impart experience and know-how, and also encourages smart disciples to ask for advice in private.
It is precisely for this reason that since Situ Jue ascended to the position of leader of Chishan Tiger Mountain, the entire gang has developed extremely rapidly, and many young masters have emerged.
Before joining the Seven Seas Alliance, he had secretly suppressed forces at the same level, such as Pinglangmen, Blood Mountain Sea Bandits, etc.
This further strengthened Situ Jue's determination to cultivate and care for his disciples.
Time slowly passed, and the two mighty flying tigers began to exhaust their strength, and their majestic roars turned into whines, while Situ Jue's momentum became more and more terrifying, and the muscles in his arms were congested with blood, bulging in a large circle, and blue veins popped out on them.
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"Watch out! The last move, double tiger fangs explode!"
Situ Jue shouted violently, stretched out his long arm, and wrapped it around the necks of the two flying tigers. Then he closed his arms and the two tigers collided.
With a muffled sound, the whole person jumped into the air, twisted his waist, and fell on his back.
boom!
The two tiger kings fell straight to the ground, completely incapacitated.
The gang members on the tree stand were startled. The next moment, like a powder keg being exploded, they suddenly started shouting excitedly.
Situ Jue waved his hand, then clasped his fists in salute, and was about to say something, but at this moment a black figure appeared beside him, bowing and whispering.
After saying this, Situ Jue's expression did not change, he still smiled, he cupped his hands again, and then turned and left.
The moment he turned around, his smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes were deep and there was no trace of happiness or anger at all, and his breathing rate increased a bit.
"You mean...things failed?" he asked softly.
The two walked out of the small valley and walked into a secret passage filled with bronze lamps.
"The true story of Situ Rang...the deputy mountain master...the body has been returned by someone..." The black shadow was a strong man wearing a green turban. He hesitated for a moment and said softly.
After the words fell, Situ Jue's expression did not change, and his somewhat rapid breathing calmed down.
After counting the interest.
"Take me to have a look." He casually took out a large cloak from the empty stone ring and put it on. He lowered his head, rubbed his stiff facial muscles, and opened his mouth with a shallow, legitimate smile.
The man in the green scarf felt terrified for some reason and did not dare to say anything anymore. He even started to walk cautiously, lagging slightly behind by half a step.
Before half a cup of tea, the two of them walked out of the secret passage and then came to a palace full of medicinal smell.
There were disciples, pharmacists in green shirts, coming and going in the hall. When they saw the two of them, they bowed and saluted, and then quickly exited the hall.
Soon there were only three people left in the hall, and there was an old man with a white beard.
Under the guidance of the white-bearded old man, Situ Jue saw two corpses.
One old and one young.
The old man's upper body was naked, there was a blood hole between his eyebrows, his face was covered in blood, and his head had a strange shape.
The young man's arms hang down like soft clay, his neck is bent like a twist, and his head is tucked behind his head.
"The bones in both arms of the young gang leader were shattered, and there were many injuries all over the body. During this period, he was fed life-saving pills, but for some unknown reason, his neck was broken and he died.
As for the deputy mountain master, his muscles all over his body were also injured, with many bones cracked. The fatal injury was between his eyebrows. He died from the force of his mind piercing his skull. According to the death situation, it can be seen that he had experienced a hard fight and was killed with one blow. He was killed by the murderer.
There is a huge gap in strength..."
The white-bearded old man stroked his beard, looked solemn, and recounted his autopsy report in a low voice.
"This is the world, this is the way of the world! So what if you are a true king, if you are not careful, you will lose everything, life or death on the spot!" Situ Jue sighed, full of emotion.
He squatted down, closed the eyes of True Lord Flame Tiger, and then straightened Situ Rang's head.
"But I didn't expect that I was already careful enough. Tell me, let's let Rang'er go after a little girl who is a mixed-blood seaman, and even sent Yan Hu to help.
With such an easy thing, such a safe arrangement, and almost no danger at all, why would something happen?"
Situ Jue said to himself.
This matter involves the family affairs of the Black Seahorse family. It is important, but it is not difficult. It is considered gold-plated. The result...
"The one who attacked was a purple-level wanted criminal from the sea clan, a top defector from the sea. Although the specific identity is still unknown, purple-level...Old Yan...tried his best..." The white-bearded old man also looked sad and shook his head.
"The purple-level defector from the sea, yes, is at least a master of True Lord Three Tribulations, or even Four Tribulations, and even took that step. What can Lao Yan do..." Situ Jue sighed, "This was an accident.
I asked my son to search for that girl, but God didn’t find her, and instead he encountered a big shark.”
When he said this, he actually laughed.
The old man with the white beard and the man with the green scarf were all silent.
"As far as I know, that man has a good relationship with Yuan Zhu from Pinglangmen. When we were on the boat, the latter even had a dispute with Rang'er over him..." Situ Jue said calmly.
"This...yes, but Pinglangmen replied like that, Yuan Zhu was also deceived. After the identity of the person was exposed in the end, he was also seriously injured. His left arm was broken, and he was also a victim..." Bai
Old Man Xu frowned slightly.
"Are they also victims? Yuan Zhu lost his arm, but Rang Er and the others lost their lives. Are you telling me that they are all victims?" Situ Jue turned around with a stern look on his face.
"I will ask for an answer from Xu Tianzhou, but it is probably unrealistic to pay for a life with one life." The white-bearded old man continued, "How to deal with the purple-level defector from the sea?"
"This matter needs to be followed up. No matter what, let Pinglangmen spit out something good." Situ Jue said calmly, "As for the defector from the sea, haha, Zi level, it's amazing, I can't afford to offend him!
However, this matter is related to the Black Seahorse clan, so I asked them to investigate and find out who this river-crossing dragon is. Since there is a wanted order, it is natural for the other party to pursue him."
"Okay, you can have this, leave it to me." The white-bearded old man thought for a moment, realized that there was no omission, and nodded.
Situ Jue said no more, took off his clothes, knelt down, covered Situ Rang with his clothes, remained silent for a few breaths, then stood up and left.
After leaving the Golden Elephant, Lin Mo didn't waste any more time. Following the chart, he transformed into a dragon and hurried on his way.
When I'm usually on the road, I naturally don't use the black dragon's true form in the state of great destruction like I did on Baili Island.
But even so, the normal form is more than a hundred meters long, speeding through the sky, several times faster than the Golden Elephant.
On the way, Lin Mo discovered that the Qihai at this time was indeed in chaos as Yuan Zhu said.
Just like the calm before the rainstorm, it is the chaos before reunification.
Pirates can be encountered almost everywhere in the sea.
On the islands we encountered, fierce martial arts battles broke out from time to time.
There is an air of chaos everywhere.
As if everyone knows that a big reshuffle is coming, each one is secretly increasing his or her own chips.
Lin Mo didn't intervene or stop, but speeded up again.
At this time, in his opinion, these fights were like children's play, and everything was meaningless.
But it clearly shows the coming storm.
Therefore, he wanted to go back even more urgently to avoid some unpleasant surprises. Then there would be a lot of trouble.
But now, although it was an accident and the process was extremely tortuous, the result is particularly satisfactory.
Lin Mo plans to use Thuja Island as the center after his return to truly solidify his foundation and stand there to watch the chaos.
He was not strong enough before, but now, he is confident.
At this time, his strength was increasing all the time.
This is his confidence and determination to face everything.
Seven Seas, Thuja Island.
On Yabai Mountain, Qiwu Pavilion.
Monk Jingkong sat down on the Zen mat at the door, his figure smaller than before.
At this time, he was wearing a gray-white monk's robe. He did not close his eyes and sleep as before, but held a purple wooden fish in his hand, tapped it softly, opened his lips slightly, and chanted sutras in a low voice.
The sun was setting on the horizon, the clouds were dyed red, and the evening breeze blew by, causing his beard hanging on his chest to flutter slightly.
"Novices, Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, Great Enlightenments... Looking back like smoke, they are all just dreams and bubbles..." He looked at the deserted utensil pavilion, finished reciting the last part of the Vajra Sutra, and stood up gently.
He is now the oldest person in the Lingtai lineage of the Lingtai Sect. All his peers have disappeared, and he is the only one left.
As the only remaining eminent monk of the previous generation, he lives alone, and his biggest hobby is to guard the utensil pavilion. He does not care about worldly affairs on weekdays, just waiting for the years to pass and life to pass.
However, after the battle at Nalingtai, his body was depleted and his life span was short. Instead, he no longer liked to live a restful life as before, and became more accustomed to chanting sutras and chanting as he did when he was a child.
Then I look at young disciples like him, going in and out of the Utensil Pavilion, pursuing their own Dharma and their own Buddha.
This kind of life even seemed to take him back to the beginning, to practice with his master and brothers, from a novice, to an Arhat, and then to a Bodhisattva.
Then he realized the years of Buddhahood.
"It's just a big awakening..." A look of regret appeared on Jingkong's face, but it disappeared in an instant.
"It's better to keep a disciple. My Buddha should have reached the point of cultivation."
Jingkong stood up slowly, hunched over, and looked at the setting sun on the horizon.
It seemed like I saw myself in it.
"Congratulations to Master Jingkong for realizing the great enlightenment in his heart. The Dharma has taken a further step. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."
Suddenly, a black spot appeared in the sky.
The next moment, the black spots disappeared.
In front of the Utensil Pavilion, a figure appeared at some point and sighed softly.
He was a tall man with a burly build, handsome features, and black hair shawl.
The body is covered with a black gold cassock, which makes it obvious at first glance that he is not an ordinary person. He has the nature of a Buddha. It just contrasts with the man, but for some reason, he looks more gloomy and domineering.
"...Xiao Qingliang?!"
When Jingkong heard the sound, his hair stood on end subconsciously, and his body reacted with stress. But when he saw the person clearly, he felt overjoyed for a long time.
"Master." Lin Mo also raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the old man in front of him who was as skinny as firewood, only reaching his chest, and earnestly performed a Buddha salute.
He actually doesn't have much contact with Jingkong, but he is one of the few people who treats him sincerely and treats him well without expecting anything in return.
From him, Lin Mo felt the warmth of the sect and the change of inheritance.
Just like the great Bolin Yuantian back then.
"During this time, you...where have you been?" Monk Jingkong asked with a complex expression.
"Due to some accidents, I traveled far away." Lin Mo explained softly.
He didn't want to mention Haiyuan's experience too much. Once Chi Gun, Yixuna and others were involved, it would make the other party worried.
"Far away... no matter what, just come back, just come back." Jingkong didn't ask any more questions, but smiled from the bottom of her heart.
Lin Mo nodded, looking at the artifact pavilion behind him and the sect scenery at the bottom of the mountain.
It was clear that he had not left for a long time, but it still gave people a feeling that things were right and people were different.
"Master, you have worked hard during this period."
He sighed softly, feeling Jingkong's weaker aura, and saluted again.