The guard commander presented a good-grade storage bag with a formation pattern on it, and the halo was flowing, which obviously had a huge reserve space. Then he said respectfully: "Mr. Yuan, this is the subordinate of Lord Poseidon."
Leave it to you."
Yuan Futu took the storage bag and found a space spiritual treasure inside, which was the ark that carried the two of them to the sea.
"Yun...where are you, Lord Poseidon?" Yuan Futu asked.
The guard commander said: "Lord Poseidon is dealing with state affairs, so I won't send you off if you say so, but she will wait for you to come back here."
"I thought I could see her again." Yuan Futu sighed.
The guard commander said: "Please don't get me wrong, Mr. Yuan has a transcendent status in the heart of Lord Poseidon. She just did this because she didn't want to be too sad when parting."
"Is this what she said?"
The guard commander shook his head and said: "My subordinates said so. I forgive my subordinates for talking too much."
Yuan Futu smiled and said: "Well, since there is no difference, it means we will definitely meet again. Maybe that's what she thinks."
With a wave of his sleeves, the Zhuhuang Sword turned into a stream of light. Yuan Futu stepped on the streamer and immediately flew out of the attic and arrived above the Poseidon Kingdom.
A whole country was in sight, and at this moment, Yuan Futu clearly saw a woman in gorgeous clothes standing lonely in front of the Poseidon Temple, looking up, her eyes moving, but showing a trace of reluctance.
"We will see you again!" Yuan Futu suddenly shouted.
A smile appeared on the corner of Yun Mengxuan's lips, and the feeling of loss disappeared. She looked at the fading light and shadow and nodded gently.
Not long after, Yuan Futu had already rushed out of the Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation, and suddenly a terrifying water pressure invaded. Although it was not as powerful as the Black Abyss Realm, it still made people feel almost suffocated.
Yuan Futu took out the water-dividing beads and formed a thin film on the surface of his body. The pressure suddenly decreased. He withdrew the Zhuhuang Sword and rushed upward at a very fast speed. In a moment, he had reached the boundary of the abyss.
Extremely terrifying water pressure came in, and even with a membrane to protect the body, it felt like his bones would be crushed to pieces.
Yuan Futu groaned and used demon power to penetrate his limbs and bones. This uncomfortable feeling weakened a little. The surroundings were pitch black and there were no living creatures. Back then, he understood the water binding from the water pressure here.
Funeral is a water-based skill.
I don't know how long it took, but the water gradually became brighter. Yuan Futu felt a ray of warmth and kept accelerating until he jumped out of the sea with a pop.
As dusk approached, the golden sunset fell on the undulating sea, making the waves shimmer and dazzle.
Yuan Futu was not in a hurry to open the space spirit treasure, but walked on the sea with his sword. He enjoyed this real world. After all, the alternation of light and darkness and the reincarnation of the four seasons in Poseidon's country were all created by the Poseidon Yuanji Formation.
It comes out with a somewhat illusory feeling.
The salty and wet sea breeze blew against my face, which was extremely refreshing. The Zhuhuang Sword swept across the sea surface, drawing a long and slender snow-white turbulence.
"After so many years, I don't know what the Tianxuan Sword Sect is like now. I didn't give them an explanation at the time. Moreover, the matter in Shushan was so big that it must have been spread among the imperial court. They might have thought that I was dead.
Uncertain." Yuan Futu thought in his mind that he must rush back to Tianxuan Sword Sect as soon as possible no matter what.
And at this moment, he suddenly felt a strange aura lurking not far behind him. It might be the reason of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. With the help of the range covered by the innate chaos power, his perception has reached an almost demonic level.
No matter how hidden you are, there will always be clues.
Yuan Futu frowned slightly, then continued to move forward, and found that the breath always maintained a fixed distance, seeming to be very cautious, waiting for an opportunity to move.
"I didn't expect that I would be targeted as soon as I came out." Yuan Futu sneered. He had heard Yun Mengxuan talk about the dangers of the sea before. Most of the casual cultivators here were kings of the land, but any cultivator dared to enter their territory.
Appearing there will definitely result in killing someone and seizing the treasure.
Yuan Futu, who had reached the Tianmang realm and had just passed the level, had strong confidence in his strength, so he was not afraid at all. He stopped moving forward, turned around, and put the Zhuhuang Sword in his hand.
He raised it flat to his chest and said loudly: "Come out!"
That aura did not appear, but tried its best to hide it. It seemed confused. It was obvious that it had been hidden well enough and followed carefully enough. How could it still be discovered?
Yuan Futu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and fine blue lines appeared on the jagged sword edge, which seemed to contain unimaginable peak mysteries.
Drops of true meaning!
This is the first time Yuan Futu has used it in actual combat, and the true meaning of this drop of water is only a small step he has taken in the "Sea Emperor Technique".
Zheng!
A very thin ray of blue light burst out from the edge of the sword, turning into a sharp blow, and the strike was like an arrow from the string.
This ray of light was very thin, like a thread that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. It was about two feet long. It felt extremely ordinary and seemed to pose no threat.
The aura still hadn't appeared. In his opinion, this thin thread of light could not pose any threat.
However, when this thread came to the front in an instant, everything changed drastically.
Bang!
Yuan Futu could not determine the precise location of the man, so he directly detonated the thread. The true meaning contained in it was like the Yangtze River bursting out of its banks, forming a violent airflow rising into the sky, and forcefully blasting a huge hole out of the sea.
The hole looked like a meteorite had just fallen.
Waves tens of feet high rose high, covering the sky and the sun. Among the waves, a figure suddenly appeared. His clothes were blown to pieces. He was wearing a defensive innate spiritual treasure underneath. It was mottled with cracks and obviously not damaged.
The person who was spared was very thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a traitorous face. He was holding an ancient oil bottle in his hand. The wick inside was burning with a weak flame, but it was filled with extremely hot air waves.
The man didn't expect that this inconspicuous light could have such terrifying power, and he immediately looked at Yuan Futu with admiration, with shock in his eyes.
"Who are you and why do you want to follow me?" Yuan Futu said in a deep voice.
The man said coldly: "I am Chu Hua, a disciple of Immortal Juechen. This is the waters of Immortal Juechen. If you break in here privately, you will have to pay the price!"
Immortal Juechen? He must be a casual cultivator nearby. Yuan Futu frowned and said, "The price? What price?"
"Put down the sword in your hand and leave here obediently."
Obviously, this disciple Chu Hua had his eye on this high-grade god-level spiritual treasure when Yuan Futu first appeared in the sea. This is a high-grade item in the Sword Tomb and is extremely valuable. It is not surprising that someone has taken a look at it.