"No wonder no one else is allowed to pass by here. It turns out there is a secret. But if it's all at this level, no matter how long you live, it will be useless!" Angelet took one last look at the eye of the wind, turned around and walked to Xiwei.
"What do you want to do!!??" Nishio moved back in fear, but Angele stepped on his ankle and screamed in pain.
"Little guy, I'll teach you a lesson this time." Angele bent down and pinched Xiwei's neck, and swung it back like a chicken. He threw it directly out of the boat and disappeared into the sea of clouds in the blink of an eye.
Only the shrill screams of Obito Nishio could be heard faintly.
The empty ship flew forward rapidly under the red light, dragging out a long red tail flame in the sea of clouds, and soon disappeared into the horizon.
In the huge eye of the wind behind, the gray-white tornado was still spinning slowly and steadily like a huge funnel. A man's face tens of meters long slowly appeared on the surface of the funnel, composed of countless gray-white clouds.
The man quietly watched the empty ship disappear into the distant sky, leaving a faint red mark. Then he let out a long sigh and disappeared into the eye of the wind again.
"We can't afford to offend this man. Don't look for him again." A calm man's voice came from the eye of the storm.
The two deputy commanders who were flying quickly to catch up behind them immediately looked at each other, leading a group of storm elements to slowly stop on the sea of clouds. Looking towards the direction in which the empty ship left, the two looked at each other, and both saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes.
"Even the lord said he couldn't afford to offend him," the male commander said in a harsh voice.
Others were silent, and some storm elements clenched their fists tightly, their nails almost digging into their palms. The atmosphere was dull and depressing.
"Close the team!" The female commander raised her hand and flew straight towards the eye of the storm.
**************************** A few days later, over the sea of clouds, a group of three-headed eagles were surrounded by a red halo, and were quickly scorched black.
Falling from a high altitude, like dumplings, most of the hundreds of three-headed eagles died in an instant, while the rest turned around and flew away in horror.
On the blue empty boat, Angele withdrew his red light, glanced at the three-headed eagle briefly, and stamped on the hull of the boat. The empty boat immediately flew forward.
A few days later, a blue empty ship quickly passed by another brown empty ship.
The large group of basilisks flying around the brown empty ship were instantly swept by a large red light, and they suddenly turned into charred corpses and fell downwards.
Before the apprentices and knights who were still fighting hard on the deck of the ship could react, they saw all the basilisks and bird-men in front of them were swept away by the red light, burned automatically, and turned into charred corpses.
An old woman on the bow of the ship held a staff high above her head and bowed from a distance towards the blue empty ship flying away.
Even with her eyesight blessed with witchcraft, she could only vaguely see that the person who saved them was a figure covered in purple and black robes.
Angelet drove at full speed for more than ten days without stopping at all. The marks on his body caused his strength to rise rapidly.
The real body, which was originally in the middle of the eighth level, actually grew ferociously to the top of the eighth level under the nourishment of the mark. This terrifying increase seems to have no limit. There are faint signs of no end.
The eighth-level peak has reached the strongest level below the ancestors. Going one step higher cannot be achieved by increasing strength, but requires a qualitative change. The ancestors are not a level that can be reached by strength alone. They represent the incomparable
The source of roots represents the source of power that never dries up.
In order to prevent the huge power of his true body's blood from constantly escaping from destroying his body, Angele began to naturally radiate his own power and let the power of the world help him suppress it, greatly reducing the degree of isolation of his body from his strength. In this way, he could
Barely maintaining a fragile balance.
If this continues, it is possible that he will be able to exert his full eighth-level strength without using his body in the future, but if this continues, Angele always has a feeling that if he allows his true body to continue to grow stronger, he is afraid that the final result will be that he will explode and die.
Death. Even the true body of his own soul cannot withstand the terrifying power that continuously pours out.
Therefore, every time he encounters any opportunity to vent his power, he cannot miss it. Any polluting creatures or objects that intercept empty ships encountered on the way will be directly burned to death by him using the high-heat field of Son of the Sun.
The high-heat field is the fastest way for him to consume power. As long as the temperature is high enough and the range is large enough, the energy consumption rate will reach an extremely high level, which can be used to curb the increasing speed of the body's bloodline power.
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Finally, a few days later, the empty ship looked down from a high altitude, and the vast and boundless Gemstone Sea on the west coast was finally faintly visible. The azure Gemstone Sea was like a large piece of blue emerald, clear and crystal clear, reflecting in the hot sunlight.
Blue fluorescence.
There was a hint of nostalgia on Angele's veiled face. He stepped on the deck and the empty ship tilted downwards, adjusted its bow, and flew straight below.
"Finally home"
***************************Somewhere in the Gem Sea, there are three huge narwhal carcasses floating on the light blue water, with red blood and then
It covered a large area of the sea and looked extremely bloody.
On the silver horn of one of the white whales, a tall man with a translucent body was standing steadily.
His eyes were slightly closed, and there was a gray-white corona disk floating behind him. The black shadow cast by the pointer on it was strangely pointing directly upward.
Suddenly, the shadow of the sun crown pointer rotated rapidly, making a hissing noise. After rotating dozens of times, the shadow of the pointer suddenly stopped and pointed to the north-west direction.
The man's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his blue pupils shrank slightly.
“The man who stole my keys finally showed up.”
Dozens of small human faces slowly appeared on his face, including men and women, old and young.
"We also felt it, the person who stole the Shadow Key"
"Kill him! Kill him!!"
“so hungry”
"Take back the key and regain control of the hourglass of time!"
"Neola! Time will prove you wrong."
The human faces roared loudly one after another, each saying their own words. Some were crazy, some were reprimanding, some were angry, and some were hateful.
"That's enough," the man said softly, "time has proven that I am right. Can't you feel how powerful I am now? This kind of power has far exceeded our most powerful period. This is great
It’s the power of time that makes us become one.”
The human faces on the man's face slowly calmed down, returned to their original normal faces, and disappeared.
"Time will prove that I am right and I will always be right." He glanced at a certain place in the sea to his right, tapped his toes, and disappeared from the place with a sneer, as if he had never appeared before.
More than half an hour later.
To the right of the narwhal, two men suddenly appeared on the blue sea. They were both middle-aged men wearing black robes, with expressions of shock remaining on their faces.
"It's a good thing he didn't find us after we finally left. Isn't this lunatic always active in the eastern waters? Why did he suddenly come here?" one of them whispered.
"I don't know that the Axis of Time was famous for its crazy and bloody nature. All the wizards who joined it were madmen. Who can predict the whereabouts of a madman?" Another person spat out the seawater in his mouth, but the direction of the waves that this guy left seemed to be It’s land, isn’t it preparing to land on land?”
"If we really go to land, we will be in big trouble. No one on the entire West Coast can cure this monster."
The two looked at each other and saw a trace of worry in each other's eyes.
*************************** Above the blue sea near the Gem Sea, a blue empty ship tilted and flew straight down, slamming into the abyss. in the sea water.
boom!!
The hundreds-meter-long hull of the empty ship plunged into the sea, stirring up a circle of white wave ripples. Waves several meters high spread out in all directions. Water splashed in all directions and fell on the surrounding sea surface, like heavy rain, with small water ripples.
The front half of the hull was crooked into the sea, and the rear half was tilted up and sinking. On the deck of the ship, Angelet was dressed in a purple-black robe, covered with a purple veil, and a hood, revealing only a pair of fluorescent red eyes. Eye.
With a gentle step of his feet, he jumped several meters high, and quickly carved several symbols in the air with his right hand.
"Ai Bingsi (Floating)!" He chanted a witchcraft sentence, and Angelet's body naturally floated in the air.
Looking down at the empty ship that was about to sink, Angele turned to look far to the left, where there was a golden beach with dense black coconut trees.
Leaning forward slightly, Angele flew straight towards the beach. Within half a minute, he landed gently on the beach.
"Where is this? It seems that my speed is too fast, far beyond the normal route stopping point."
He stretched out his finger and slowly drew a red semicircle in the air, and a figure of a sun and a moon automatically flashed inside. The figure flashed away, and then a translucent old man's face appeared.
"It's been a long time since I've used the witchcraft on the West Coast. I really miss it." Angelet looked at the person's face and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. This is a simple little witchcraft to ask for directions. It temporarily condenses the earth, rocks and sea water under the feet. A spirit asks for the information it needs, and then compiles it into a language it can understand through the witchcraft model.
"Which direction is the kingdom Ram answered?" he asked softly.
The old man hesitated for a moment. "All the passing ships went along that way." His eyes looked at a coconut grove on Angelet's right.
"knew."
Angelet waved away the transparent face.
"Since the entrance is at Ramsho College, it will be easier to find the Ramsho College Kingdom first. We can just stop by and see Lennon City. I don't know how Deimos and the little guy's family are doing now. "
He shook his head gently and laughed dumbly, "I'm really getting more and more nostalgic." With a little tip of his toes, his whole body instantly turned into a ball of flame and disappeared where he was. Among the coconut trees hundreds of meters away, there was another blur. The dark red flame flashed away.