Jiang Siming opened his eyes tiredly. He actually slept on the top of the back mountain last night. And the person calling him in front of him was Sword Douluo.
"Are you okay?" Sword Douluo looked at Jiang Siming, who was in a somewhat tired state, and couldn't help but worry.
"It's okay, is there any action from Wuhun Hall?" Jiang Siming stood up, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"In three days, we will go to sea, and our target is Poseidon Island." Sword Douluo's eyes were full of solemnity.
"Si Ming, you must also understand Feng Zhi's difficulties. The Qibao Glazed Sect cannot be destroyed at the hands of our generation! I grew up watching Rongrong, and I know best in my heart how much Feng Zhi loves Rongrong."
"I can understand Uncle Ning, but I would like to ask the Qibao Glazed Sect to do me one last favor..." A trace of fierceness flashed in Jiang Siming's eyes.
Sword Douluo was slightly surprised, but still nodded firmly, "The property has been returned to its original owner, right?"
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Three days later.
Jiang Siming and Sword Douluo, plus Tang Hao and Poison Douluo, followed by six Immortal-killing Sword Seal secret guards from the Qibao Glazed Sect, stood on a huge cargo ship, looking into the distance.
Jiang Siming originally didn't want to bring Poison Douluo with him. After all, the outcome of this battle was not determined by Douluo with just one more title. However, after hearing Jiang Siming's actions, Poison Douluo insisted on following Jiang Siming.
Ming had no choice but to agree to him.
"Old man, you have to keep up with me! If this wave goes cold, don't blame me!" Jiang Siming looked at Dugu Bo who looked indifferent and spread his hands.
"Little monster, do you look down on me so much? After all, I am also a Titled Douluo!" Dugu Bo said somewhat unconvinced.
"Not really, it's just that this matter has nothing to do with you!" Jiang Siming looked at Dugu Bo with somewhat moved eyes. This old man who was full of poison was more trustworthy than those hypocrites who seemed to be upright.
Dugu Bo felt Jiang Siming's gaze and couldn't help but tilted his head and said, "Yes, yes, don't try to sensationalize me here. I have lived for such a long time. If I can be crazy in this life,
It’s not like I came to this world in vain!”
Jiang Siming smiled and said nothing more.
"If we go around the Spirit Hall, I'm afraid we'll be delayed for a while!" Sword Douluo said with some worry.
It's not the right time for the Wuhun Palace to fight, and with their current strength, they will undoubtedly hit the stone with an egg. They can only wait until they reach Poseidon Island, and combined with the power of Poseidon Island, can they have the power to fight.
"Just follow Wuhun Palace and get out of sight!" Jiang Siming said in a deep voice.
"Okay! I'll notify you!" Sword Douluo said before turning and leaving.
Jiang Siming held on to the railing and looked at the endless sea. It was sunny and windy at the moment, with no clouds in the sky. However, Jiang Siming's heart was filled with dark clouds.
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In the realm of gods.
"well!"
"Why are you sighing?"
"Is it worth it? Aren't you afraid that when he becomes a god, he will swing his sword towards the divine world?" The God of Kindness finally said with some unbearability.
"Don't you feel it? The original power is trembling! Disaster is coming! What else do we need to fear? Even if we all die, as long as I succeed, there is still hope for this world!" The God of Evil
Looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, he murmured.
"Maybe he can really do it. The power in his body is really powerful."
"I don't believe in miracles, why are you still so naive?" The God of Evil frowned and looked at the God of Kindness.
Looking at the serious expression of the God of Evil, the God of Kindness shook his head helplessly and said, "Evil, maybe you are the one who loves the God Realm the most. Compared with you, I am just a helpless clown."
The God of Evil moved his lips slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Who is not afraid of death? Even the kindness of a god king cannot avoid it.
The only way to become the master of a plane is to merge with the origin of the plane.
As the first two original beings born in the world, their innate origin was divided into two and integrated into these two supreme bodies, thus creating the two god-kings of good and evil.
If Jiang Siming wants to become the master of the plane, he must master the origin, which also means that good and evil will disappear from now on.
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At this moment in Poseidon Island.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had just finished a day of tidal training, suddenly felt a stinging pain in his heart and couldn't help but cover his chest, as if something big was about to happen.
Tang San and others noticed Zhu Zhuqing's abnormality.
"What's wrong? Zhuqing, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Ning Rongrong stepped forward and asked with concern.
"It's nothing, maybe I'm too tired!" Zhu Zhuqing said absently.
Although everyone was a little surprised, they didn't say anything. After all, the tidal training is indeed a great test of physical fitness. It is understandable that there are some uncomfortable symptoms.
"Zhuqing, next time the required time comes, you don't have to hold on. If it's too full, it will overflow!" Tang San reminded him.
"Yes! I'm going to rest first." After Zhu Zhuqing said that, he left in a hurry, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.
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Jiang Siming and others, who were still on the sea at this moment, suddenly discovered that a dozen ships ahead were approaching their freighter from all directions.
"What's going on?"
"Martial Spirit Hall!" Jiang Siming squeezed out three words through clenched teeth.
"How is that possible?" Sword Douluo said in disbelief.
"Could it be that Wuhun Palace dispatched so many masters just to deal with us?" Poison Douluo said with the same disbelief.
The use of so many masters almost shocked the entire continent. Is it just to catch Jiang Siming and the others in one fell swoop? This is too much fanfare. You must know that the two empires are eyeing each other at the moment. If they take the opportunity to kill the vassal kingdoms of Wuhun Palace and
If the forces are annexed, the Wuhun Palace will not be worth the gain at all.
"Get ready for battle!" Jiang Siming couldn't think about that much at the moment. There was no way to escape on the vast sea.
Jiang Siming was really careless. He focused all his attention on Zhu Zhuqing and the others, but ignored that he himself was also a huge temptation for Wuhun Palace.
More than a dozen ships slowly gathered and surrounded the ship Jiang Siming was on.
The two sides did not fight immediately. A white-haired old man slowly walked out of the main ship.
"Qian Daoliu!"
The person in front of me is Qiandaoliu, the 99th-level peerless Douluo enshrined in Wuhun Palace!
"Little guy, we meet again!" Qian Daoliu seemed not to notice the person next to Jiang Siming who was staring at his Sword Douluo fiercely at the moment, and greeted Jiang Siming indifferently.
"The Wuhun Palace is so grand just to kill us on the sea?" Jiang Siming said solemnly, but the soul power in his body was quietly gathering.
"Wrong! To be precise, it's just for you! And your little girlfriend! As for the reason, I don't know." Qian Daoliu shook his head.