The snakes, fish and insects under the water smelled the breath of the dragon, and fled to both sides in confusion, just like the figures flashing messily in the Mo Gate, one by one away from Mo Chenfeng.
There was silence all around, except for the sound of waves echoing endlessly.
The ink dust wind made no sound, slowly passing through the dense swarm of snakes and insects. This place is ninety feet underwater, with dangerous and rapid undercurrents, and the color of the water is as deep as ink. The strange environment deep in the Zhangshui River even isolates the exploration of spiritual power. Stretch.
No matter whether he is using magical weapons or spells, outsiders cannot detect the traces of his stealth, even if they are Hedao-level masters.
The water pressure nearby was getting stronger and stronger, and Mo Chenfeng felt like he was embedded in a crack in the rocks. The heavy and solid rocks kept squeezing his body. Rapid and unpredictable undercurrents surged around him from time to time. Once caught, he would be Taken to unknown depths, the mission failed.
After all, the Zhangshui River still retains the power of the ancient god Ji Meng, and it is dangerous and unpredictable, so he only seeks stability, not speed.
Mo Chenfeng slowly moved his limbs, his mind was calm, and his inner breathing was even and long, like a chain driving gears, always running in an orderly manner in the established direction. He would not think about the senior brothers and sisters of Mo Sect, nor would he think about the forty-nine years and seven years. Twenty-six days in a month are so long.
He used the mechanical iron eagle in the sky as his eyes to accurately sense Yuan An's constantly moving route. At the same time, he also used the mechanical iron eagle as a message to reveal his swimming direction to Yuan An.
Compared to Yuan An, who is attracting all the attention, with a sword crisscrossing the river illuminated by the sun, he is surrounded by darkness, silence, and biting ice coldness, and the water of the Zhang River in the depths is particularly cold.
Even though he was leaning against the water of the dragon skin, Mo Chenfeng still felt waves of coldness attacking his skin and blood, and his swimming movements became gradually stiffer. Because the pressure in the deep water increased sharply and there were many whirlpools and undercurrents, he had to let go again. The speed is slow, walking on thin ice to avoid the vortex, so that the control of the machine iron eagle is somewhat incompetent.
The iron eagle high in the sky flew crookedly, as if flying in circles.
"Boom!" A large wave suddenly arose from the depths of the river, rushing toward us without any warning. It covered several feet in a radius, making Mo Chenfeng unable to avoid it!
Seeing that he was about to be caught by the waves, Mo Chenfeng suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a thin organ the size of a leaf, which instantly enlarged in the water to form a red maple leaf-shaped shield, spinning rapidly to block the surging waves.< /p>
Mo Chenfeng took the opportunity to turn around and dive sharply to the side.
But at the next moment, another turbulent current suddenly spurted out from the diagonal direction, like a ferocious beast charging straight at him. It hit Mo Chenfeng's shoulders and was caught in the aftermath, sinking uncontrollably!
An unfathomable deep water whirlpool was just below, like a huge black hole, creating a terrible suction force and pulling him firmly in.
Mo Chenfeng's heart sank, but he was not in a hurry to struggle. The more panicked he was in a crisis, the easier it was to make mistakes. He relaxed his muscles and calmly operated the exercises. The meridians and acupuncture points were always a stable and monotonous chain of gears, moving in reverse directions in an orderly manner. Rotate to resolve the strong suction of the vortex.
At the end of his sight, the Maple Leaf mechanism shield was swept away by the huge waves and disappeared into the depths of darkness. It was a birthday gift quietly given by the junior sister thirty-two years ago.
In the cold black water, the distance between Mo Chenfeng and the whirlpool is getting closer and closer. But his expression has not changed, and Momen's mind is still running according to its inherent frequency, neither faster nor slower, like a body that has no fear at all.
Agency.
No emotion, accurate and precise.
"You and the Mo Sect are innately compatible..." This sentence suddenly flashed through his mind, as if it was said by the master at the apprenticeship ceremony one year after joining the Mo Sect.
Less than a foot away from the vortex, Mo Chenfeng's body finally paused and stopped in the water, slowly resisting the suction of the vortex.
He stabilized his body and waited patiently for a moment to confirm that the vortex had not changed again, and then began to swing his limbs little by little, trying to get away.
"Come back...come..."
Mo Chenfeng was slightly startled, and he vaguely heard a strange call coming from the depths of the whirlpool.
Over the Zhangshui River, as the pale hands grabbed out, the arms also extended little by little. They were also pale and almost transparent, with no visible pores on the skin. Only the slender blood vessels showed a slight cyan color and squirmed slowly.
The speed of this hand seems to be slow, but it reaches above Shikarima in an instant, giving people a strong sense of contradiction in time.
At this time, it was the moment when Xie Xuan had just finished using the magical power of the Inseparable Sect, and the red bellyband spiritual treasure protected the master on its own, stimulating the treasure's light.
The core of Xie Xuan's besieging Zhi Shou Zhen's techniques was seized, reversed and shot back. What was left was mostly various martial arts energy. He casually grabbed it with his pale palm, just like a fishing net fishing for fish, catching all the energy. p>
At the same time, the monks who were emitting martial arts energy trembled physically and mentally, and couldn't help but shudder. Suddenly, something strange climbed up along an unpredictable trajectory and penetrated into their bodies.<
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"Hahahaha..." One of the martial arts cultivators burst into wild laughter, jumped off the dragon boat, and threw himself into the waves of Zhangshui. The other martial arts cultivator hugged his companion tightly, bit his neck fiercely, and sucked the blood crazily. There was also Wu Xiu.
Xiu cursed and fought violently, the flesh on his face was twisted and deformed, and his eyes flashed with a ferocious light...
There was a sudden chaos on the Zhangshui River, and screams could not be heard.
"Holy girl, this is also... a Dharma sign? How come I have never seen the brothers of the Hell Sect use it before?" Liu Yingwu felt a little frightened when he saw it. He quickly asked the green bead, trying to find out some details about the Hell Sect.<
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The second-generation demons next to him were also shocked, and their scalps were numb. Although Tianhensheng's magic form of Zi Zaitian was powerful, at least it was clear. The magic form of Little Pluto was too weird, invisibly hurting the enemy, and creepy. "Actually, this is a Dharma-like technique created by a certain ancestor of our sect out of whim. No one has ever really succeeded in it, and no one really knows how to practice it." A second-generation demon from the Hell Sect moved away.
If you don't look at the pale arm, it seems that if you look at it for a while, you will be contaminated by something strange. "Because the people who have practiced have gone crazy, and even the ancestor peeled off his own skin in the middle of the night and hanged himself.
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Lu Yi Zhu nodded slightly and said: "Ying Wu, you should know about evil spirits, right?"
Liu Yingwu said: "I heard that there are many evil spirits in the Earthly Dream Path, and the Evil Mirror Realm is the source of evil spirits, but it is rare to see it in our human world. There are only some anecdotes about evil spirits and ghosts circulating in the countryside."<
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A strange color appeared in the beautiful eyes of Green Yi Zhu: "Integrating evil spirits into one's own Dharma, this is the crazy idea of the ancestor of the Hell Sect. Unexpectedly, Su Jiuqi actually practiced it."
"The evil spirit?" Liu Yingwu was shocked. He stared at the arm that was still stretching out in mid-air. His pale shoulders were also faintly exposed at the mouth of the well, as if a vicious and terrifying evil spirit was crawling out of the deep well step by step.
"I remembered, my father said that it is impossible for 'someone' to become the evil spirit. Unless, unless Su Jiuqi is... he is..." The second generation of the devil from the Hell Sect suddenly changed his expression and said in a harsh voice.
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"Unless what?" Liu Yingwu asked.
"Unless he is——" The second generation demon of the Underworld Sect suddenly shuddered, his face turned pale, and he refused to continue talking.