The figure of the unknown old man turned into a pale white light, speeding through the cloud sky like lightning. His method was extremely clever, even if the sea monk looked up, he couldn't see any clues.
His flight lasted for nearly a month, crossing the entire Penglai Sea, even penetrating the outer sea, and reaching the far sea in the west.
On this day, he was flying, suddenly slowed down, looked carefully, nodded, and landed on an isolated island in the vast sea.
No matter which sea area there is, there are many isolated islands. There is nothing surprising about these islands and they are not worthy of anyone's attention.
But after the old man Weiming landed, he started searching carefully on the island. He searched for more than half an hour, and finally found what he was looking for under a big rock.
It was a narrow gap. A child might be able to put a hand in, but a tall man like him couldn't even put a few fingers in.
Of course, this was not a problem for the old man Weiming. He chanted a spell, and his tall figure quickly shrank, getting smaller and smaller, and finally became as small as an ant, so small that people would miss it if they were not careful.
After it became smaller, the gap became very wide for him. Even if he walked in with his head held high, it would be no problem.
The unknown old man walked into the gap, looked around, and soon found a green stone wall. He came to the stone wall, wiped away the moss on the stone wall with his magic power, then bent his fingers and knocked three times on the stone wall.
Down
Strange to say, this stone wall looks ordinary at first glance, but the sound when struck is low and melodious, with wonderful penetrating power, as if nothing can hinder it, and it can be heard far away in the blink of an eye.
After the unknown old man finished knocking on the stone wall, he cast a spell to create a chair, sat next to it and waited.
He waited for a long time, watching the sun rise and set. It was not until late at night the next day that a black figure came up from the sea, flew into the gap, and came to him.
"I didn't expect you would come to me." The figure's words had a strange accent. They sounded vague and mixed with a deep guttural voice, which made people feel uncomfortable.
The unnamed old man did not look at each other, his eyes fell on the stone wall next to him: "I didn't expect that... I thought that you and I would never interact with each other and never see each other again..."
"Then why are you looking for me? As the King of the West Sea, it's not easy for me to find a chance to go out alone."
"Do you think it's easy for me to go out? You are just one of the eight sea kings, and I am the leader of the Immortals Assembly."
"A meeting of immortals? It's just a group of domestic animals in captivity." The sea king said with great disdain, "Choose a leader among the livestock, what is there to be proud of?"
"In the past three thousand years, six kings of the eight seas have died at the hands of the Immortals of Penglai." The unnamed old man sneered, "Lang is not talented, and he also killed the sea king of the South China Sea... Haha, his method is not bad.
It’s so ordinary that I can’t even be considered a decent opponent. But my ability to brag is the only thing that impresses the past and present. I am indeed far inferior.
These words touched the sore point of King Xihai. He was silent for a moment and said angrily: "White Wolf, I admit that you are capable, but you came to me specifically just to laugh at us?"
"I'm just reminding you that times have changed, and the world has also changed. Penglai is no longer a captive pasture for your Hai Clan. Today's Penglai has even surpassed the Hai Clan in strength."
"...It's just that our sea clan has declined. Back then, when you had twelve venerables and three hundred and sixty real men, you were defeated by our Eight Seas Allied Forces and lost all your armor."
"How many thousands of years ago was that? King of the West Sea, only old men like to miss the past. Are you really old?"
King Xihai was silent for a while and sighed: "Over the years, I have been working hard to revive the Sea Clan. However, no matter how hard I try, there are always fewer and fewer capable descendants of the Sea Clan, and the successors are weak... Maybe it is because
The results of the previous few holy sacrifices were not good, so the ancestral spirits may not be willing to bless them..."
"So you should welcome me." Old Man Weiming smiled, "I am here just to talk to you about the Holy Sacrifice."
As he spoke, he took out a prepared jade slip and threw it to the King of the West Sea.
The King of Xihai put his consciousness into the jade slip and took a brief look. He was shocked and couldn't help asking: "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? Am I not clear enough?"
"This is the defense map, islands, formations in the eastern part of Penglai Sea Area... Even the structure map of the Yunya Fortress in the inner island area has White Wolf. What exactly do you want to do? Are you tired of being a monk and plan to throw yourself into the sea?
Do we want to get a Neptune Dangdang?"
"What I want to do, that's not important; what's important is, what price are you willing to pay for this information?" The old man Weiming said lightly, with no expression of joy or sorrow on his face.
King Xihai was silent for a long time, and said tentatively: "I am willing to take out a bottle of Tianhe Star Sand. Although it has never been refined, it is the top treasure. After being refined directly with the mind, it can become a magic weapon that can be gathered and dispersed at will.
In particular, this thing is the best at killing it. Ordinary magic weapons have no resistance in front of it. If you waste it for a while, your spirituality will be completely lost and it will become scrap metal..."
"How much is that bottle? Twenty grains? Thirty grains? If there are less than 108 grains of Tianhe Star Sand, it will not be able to form the Divine Sand Formation, and its power will be average." The old man Weiming sneered, "If you really have one,
One hundred and eight grains of Milky Way Star Sand, I'm afraid they would have sacrificed them to kill me long ago, right?"
These words obviously hit the West Sea King's flaw. He sighed and said: "Then I can give you 300,000-year-old stone milk. This is a treasure extracted from the mother rock of the seabed. Every drop can extend the life of the king."
A lot of lifespan, and the effects will not weaken when they are superimposed. If you take these thirty drops, you can live at least three thousand more years."
"I have lived for a long time, and it has become a bit boring. For me, happiness and grudges are the most important, but longevity is of little value."
"I can give you a broken sword. This was accidentally picked up by a sea king many years ago. Although I don't know its origin, it is unimaginably sharp. In all these years, I have never seen anything that can withstand it."
"Can this sword be refined into a flying sword? Can it fly and kill people hundreds of miles away?"
"cannot……"
"What's the use of that? Am I still carrying it to fight with people? Old Xihai, you are really confused."
The three treasures proposed by King Xihai were all extremely rare, but unexpectedly, the old man Weiming didn't buy them. He couldn't help but became a little angry and shouted in a low voice: "You don't want this, you don't want that, what do you want? I'll give it to you."
Can I give up my position as King of the West Sea to you?"
"What do I want your Sea King throne for?" The old man Weiming laughed loudly, "I only have one request. Within a year, you form a team of sea-locking dragon soldiers, come out, and cooperate with me to kill one person."
"Are you kidding me? What do you think the sea-locking dragon soldiers are? Don't say you are just a land-locked monk. Even for me, the king of the sea, it would be very difficult for me to have a team of sea-locking dragon soldiers. To tell you the truth, I have all the ones I have on hand.
The sum of all our belongings is not enough to form a new team of Sea Locking Dragon Soldiers. Not to mention that the time is so tight... It is impossible, absolutely impossible."
The old man Weiming didn't originally expect the other party to be able to fulfill it. The condition he offered was just a trick of asking for a high price and then bargaining on the spot.
So he sneered twice and said: "Sea-locking dragon soldiers are not as rare as you said. It takes time to train them. It's a problem... Well, if you give me two hundred drops of sea dragon blood, it doesn't matter if I wait two more years."
"Why don't you go grab it?" King Xihai couldn't help roaring, "What do you think sea dragon blood is? It's the essence and blood extracted from the giant beasts on the seabed. Even I have to take a lot of risks."
"But I know you must have inventory. If you don't have enough on hand, go find another sea king to exchange it." The old man Weiming refused to give in at all, "For you, the most important thing is to make the holy sacrifice popular.
Scenery only pleases the ancestors, other things are secondary, aren’t they?”
"... Even with this information, the Holy Sacrifice may not be successful..."
"I will mobilize the manpower on the eastern defense line. Except for Yunya Fortress, there will not be too many strong bones elsewhere."
King Xihai was silent for a long time, took out a brown bottle, looked at it reluctantly for several times, then gritted his teeth and threw it to the old man Weiming.
"Here are eighty drops of sea dragon blood. The rest will be picked up this time next year. As for the sea-locking dragon soldiers... I already know what you want them to do... White Wolf, let's not tell secrets, I can
The Sea Locking Dragon Soldier will help you eradicate your dissidents, but it is impossible to really give it to you, and even if it is given to you, you won’t be able to use it.”
The old man Weiming naturally knew that he was telling the truth, laughed a few times, and agreed to the deal.
Before leaving, King Xihai couldn't help but stop and asked: "White Wolf, you want to use the blood of the sea dragon to improve your cultivation and hit the bottleneck; and you want me to send the sea-locking dragon soldiers to help you... You
Who is to be killed?
"Jianjia faction, Wu Zhifei." The unnamed old man said grimly, "This man is young and promising, and has great supernatural powers. He has also colluded with the people in Yunya Fortress, and even I am not their opponent. I want to kill him.
I also want to destroy the Yunya gang, so I have no choice but to come to you for cooperation."
"Young and promising monk... isn't that your hope in Penglai? Why do you want to kill him?"
"He killed my only son. If I can't take revenge, what's the point of living?"
"What's the big deal about having a son? It's okay to have hundreds of sons a year.
"I only have this one son, and...I can't have another one."
"It's just inconvenient for people on land... Anyway, today next year, you can wait for my news." After saying that, the King of the West Sea turned into a black smoke, flew out of the crack, and fell back into the sea.
The unnamed old man sat on the chair and was silent for a long time, and finally smiled eerily.
"Wu Zhifei Wuyazi, do you think you are the only ones who can make friends and form a clique? When you are surrounded and killed by the Sea Dragon Army, I will definitely see with my own eyes your frightened and desperate look."
The creepy laughter echoed in the dark and damp slit, full of horror.
