The port can be built based on the city wall on the east side of the island. The terrain here is also the gentlest area on the entire island.
The giant ship, which is more than two hundred meters long, is moored smoothly at the port.
It was late at night, and the late autumn night at sea was bitingly cold. The fifty to sixty soldiers of the Lan Hai Soul Mentor Regiment who were guarding the deck all curled up and moved their hands and feet from time to time to keep warm and maintain their body temperature.
Not all soul masters can be immune to cold and heat. To do this, one must either have a special martial soul, similar to a martial soul with ice and fire attributes, or one must have strong soul power.
In the Lanhai Soul Tutor Group, a no-name soul tutor group that is not ranked at all in the Sun and Moon Empire, there are obviously less than one soldier in a hundred who can meet these conditions.
The soldiers' cultivation level is uneven, and the vast majority of their soul power cultivation levels are only around level 30. Not to mention that the training methods of these soul masters are almost all focused on improving soul power. In terms of physical fitness, compared with those who originally belonged to Douluo Dalu.
The traditional soul masters of the great empire are much inferior. At best, they are a little better than ordinary people.
"Damn it, we are really suffering. We are not like those noble ladies." A tall and thin young man in black clothes lowered his head and let out a breath of hot air, complaining dissatisfiedly to his colleagues around him.
Different from the dark and cold deck, the five-story cabins on the deck of the giant ship are still brightly lit, and even the rooms of the noble ladies are equipped with soul guides that can heat them.
The man next to the tall and thin young man looked about the same age as him, but his body shape was almost spherical. The short and fat young man sat down against the railing on the deck, an inexplicable smile flashed in his small eyes, and he moved a little
With a fat body, he clasped his hands together and said with a strange air: "Aren't we not working hard enough? We must know how to be grateful. Just be grateful and that's it."
"Hard work? Hard work is useless? Hard work can make you innately possess a powerful martial spirit like those noble children?"
The tall and thin young man snorted, and sat down next to the short and fat young man depressedly. They came from the same fishing village on the coastal border of the Sun and Moon Empire, and they were already very familiar with each other. He naturally knew what the short and fat young man said.
What I meant was that he was just complaining along the lines of his words.
The short and fat young man kicked the tall and thin young man with his foot and showed a lewd smile.
"How about you, how about you try knocking on the doors of those noble ladies. What if someone really falls in love with you? You might be able to reach the sky in one step."
"You have to go by yourself. I don't want to make myself uncomfortable. I still have this kind of self-knowledge." The tall and thin young man replied angrily, while raising his head and paying attention to his surroundings.
No matter how bad the military discipline of their Lanhai Soul Instructor Corps is, they would not dare to be lazy in front of the division commander's eyes.
But as luck would have it, Yu Yun happened to lead a few soldiers onto the deck along the iron plate built at the port.
"Stop being so damn lazy, the division commander is here." He quickly shouted to his companions beside him, stood up and straightened his back in a smart way.
A series of sparse sounds of getting up sounded, and the thin Yu Yun stared coldly at the soldiers on the deck for a week.
"We will prepare to reverse course early tomorrow morning. Please be smart."
"Yes! Division commander!"
Everyone responded in unison, but the strange thing was that every soldier of the Lanhai Soul Instructor Group could only hear his own voice. It was obvious that those colleagues were beside him.
Immediately afterwards, the deck that originally had a glimmer of light fell into a dead darkness without warning.
Yu Yun covered his head with severe stinging pain, his dark red eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his face turned pale. Even his consciousness became vague.
But as a strong man at the Soul Saint level, he quickly reacted and roared while releasing his martial soul.
"Enemy attack! Everyone, prepare for battle."
One white, two yellow, three purple, one black, seven soul rings emerged one after another, slowly beating around his body. The shriveled muscles all over his body expanded in a circle, and the most bizarre thing was that they appeared out of thin air on his chest, abdomen and back.
A black tortoise shell with weird yellow patterns.
But his low roar was completely in vain. With his Soul Saint-level cultivation, he almost lost consciousness, let alone the soldiers of the Lanhai Soul Instructor Group with varying cultivation levels.
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"Turtle Martial Spirit?" A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness. It sounded like it was far away at first, but the next moment it seemed to be ringing in Yu Yun's ears.
The hairs all over Yu Yun's body stood on end. The first, third, fourth and sixth soul rings shone almost at the same time.
"who?!"
His low roar was obviously much less confident than before.
The strange scene in front of him reminded him of a realm that only a very few soul masters could possess. If it was truly a realm, his previous roar would probably not be heard.
Now he can only delay as much time as possible, hoping that the Xihai soul mentor group here at the port will notice something strange on the deck. As long as Hai Xiao comes over, with his eighth-level soul mentor cultivation, he can stabilize the situation.
His response was very calm.
With the increase of the four defensive soul skills, the black tortoise shell on Yu Yun's body swelled several times in the storm, completely covering his thin body. The dark light of soul power seemed to be solidified, flickering on the surface of the tortoise shell. But
Standing here quietly, there is an aura of being as motionless as a mountain.
The defensive power of his turtle martial spirit is already amazing, and he has sufficient confidence in it. Four defensive soul skills are released at the same time, and the defensive power he currently has is only lower than when he uses the seventh soul skill, martial soul avatar.
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It's not that Yu Yun doesn't want to use the martial spirit avatar. He has managed to climb from a commoner to the leader of the vast sea of soul instructors with real power. He cherishes his life more than anyone else.
However, using the seventh soul skill, Wuhun Avatar, requires the accumulation of soul power, unlike other soul skills that can be used instantly. The simultaneous activation of four soul skills is already the limit of what he can do.
But in the face of absolute strength, this is completely meaningless.
A muffled groan came from Yu Yun's mouth, and sounds similar to the shattering of mirrors sounded one after another. Countless dense lines suddenly appeared on the thick and huge black tortoise shell that enveloped him.
Then it shattered into pieces and turned into spots of light all over the sky.
"Bang——" A five-fingered palm penetrated the left side of Yu Yun's chest.
The darkness gradually dissipated, and through the light of the soul guide in the cabin hall, a powerful old man wearing a dark purple dragon-patterned armor and stomach could be vaguely seen. The three claw marks on his right eye were stained with a trace of messy blood.
It makes people feel cold.
"Ahem—" Yu Yun struggled to look back and saw the ferocious purple dragon head on the old man's chest, and his child's eyes shrank violently.
"Emperor—Emperor Dragon..."
Bright red blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and before he could finish speaking, he lost his voice.
The people who came were none other than Xu Zihuang's Wang Yao and his party who came to the rescue.
Yaoyang's figure appeared next to Wang Yan, and at the same time, there were more than 40 elite members of the original emperor's Dragon Soul Instructor Group.
As for the rest of the soldiers of the Vast Sea Soul Instructor Group, they all fell on the deck bleeding from their orifices, and the cabins where the noble ladies lived became silent.