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In the eerie and depressing silence, Yang Zhao's side became a fighting situation.

As long as Yang Zhao has the tendency to gain the upper hand and sit on the throne, that person will send her a random pirate.

There were also pirates who didn't believe in evil, and seeing that they couldn't beat Yang Zhao, they wanted to run away in order to survive.

It's just that this guy didn't run a few steps before his whole body was shattered into a pile of fleshy paste, which crashed to the ground from mid-air.

The bloody meat paste drenched the surrounding flowers and plants with blood, attracting all kinds of ignorant bugs and beasts to suck and lick.

All the pirates who put their escape into action got the same result.

This further aroused the viciousness of these pirates.

Yang Zhao is like the tofu stewed slowly over a low fire, always gurgling but not extinguishing the fire.

But time is the most sharp edge.

In the long-term melee, Yang Zhao inevitably lost some strength.

The moves of the Flood Dragon Spear are a bit distorted, the aim of the spell is also crooked, and the body movements will always be slower when trying to hide.

To be honest, Xiaodouren was very surprised that Yang Zhaoneng beat him for two hours.

After all, fighting is a very strenuous sport. Look at those basketball stars and football stars who can run the entire field for more than an hour without interruption.

They are divided into small periods, with a break in between, and they can replace people when they are extremely tired.

But Yang Zhao has been playing for almost two hours now, who can replace Yang Zhao on Heizhu Island?

Even if Yang Zhao has cultivated, she is not a god, she is not a machine that burns oil.

The foundation-building period did not break away from the human category.

What's more, Kuafu still died of exhaustion, so what is Yang Zhao?
No one on the island cared about Yang Zhao, but the Xiaodou people below couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

When Yang Zhao hadn't landed much, they shouted from below.

"Old Immortal, help me, if Yang Zhao is not allowed to rest for such a long time, if she is not killed, she will be exhausted to death."

"Old Immortal, please be merciful and let Yang Zhao stop to drink some water and take a breath. Then sharpen the knife, you have to try the edge of the knife, and you can't always sharpen it."

"Let Yang Zhao drink his saliva, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers."

"The magic knife is a delicate job, and it can't be sharpened overnight!"

This time, it wasn't the two political commissars Xiaodong who shouted, but all the existing Xiaodou people in Zhentao Town.

There was a lot of shouting, and the main purpose was to let Yang Zhao come down and rest.

Still the same sentence, whoever loves the children of other families, so many people on the island are silent for fear of offending the great monk, only Xiaodou, who can't see the threat, generally yells.

This is actually risky.

Xiaodou people are still experimental products, and it is only known that monks in the foundation building stage will not harm the spiritual consciousness stationed in Xiaodou people, but cultivators above the foundation building stage have not tested it.

Besides, in the realm of comprehension, there are many kinds of strange spells, and there are countless races.

This great cultivator can suppress the entire Heizhu Island with just his eyes and a few words, who can guarantee that he can't cause harm to the spiritual consciousness in Xiaodou people?

People in Xiaodou know the risks involved, but people in Xiaodou are unwilling to keep their mouths shut.

The big monk on the throne remained expressionless, turning a deaf ear to the Xiaodouren's bluffs.

When Yang Zhaoxian Xianghuan was panting like a cow, the big monk did not move.

"After such a long time, I haven't broken through the inner demon, alas..."

I saw him wave one hand, a trace of golden incense wrapped around his index finger, and he flicked it lightly.

This trace of incense fell directly on the top of Yang Zhao's head.

Immediately, the incense suddenly shattered, and a huge spiritual power poured straight from Yang Zhao's Tianmen into her meridians.

Use incense to replace spiritual power.

Yang Zhao has also learned this trick, but it is definitely not comparable to this great monk.

Yang Zhao mostly used incense that was invisible to the naked eye, and the spiritual power that was replaced by spending more than an hour of cultivation made her cultivation speed increase by a big step.

And the method of this great monk instantly filled Yang Zhao's meridians that had been gradually drying up.

This time, although Yang Zhao was still physically tired, the sufficient spiritual power replenished her physical strength very well, allowing her to stabilize the situation again.

At this moment, those pirates were really dumbfounded. They were going to kill this man in a fierce battle, but this man actually opened a cheat. Who can bear it?

At that moment, there were two people who couldn't bear to smear the soles of their feet with oil and wanted to slip away, and then they turned into a pile of rotten meat and paste on the ground.

The two sides reached a brutal stalemate.

When the pirate died, the big monk used other pirates to fill it in. When Yang Zhao was exhausted, the big monk replaced her spiritual power with incense.

Both parties have set up a cheat, but one is a human cheat and the other is an incense cheat.

The beating made the sky turn white, and several large ships had already arrived outside Heizhu Island early.

Several of the largest ships hung military flags, and the soldiers on board stood in awe. All weapons were aimed at Heizhu Island. Several senior officials stood at the bow with their hands behind their backs, facing the sea breeze, and quietly looked at Heizhu Island.

The entire fleet was silent and solemn.

Several other flying boats stopped firmly under the clouds.

These five flying boats came much earlier than those army ships. These are flying boats from the Yin Tower, and they are full of a lot of monks. None of the African boats intends to serve as the Jindan stage monks.

This side is more lively, the five golden elixirs gathered together and flew in mid-air, pointing at Heizhu Island.

A Sea Clan of Jindan stage touched a whisker on his lips.

"Is our trip here for nothing? Can you still give us money?"

Next to him, a human Jindan stage monk in a red jacket hesitated.

"I have to give it anyway? Then we got up in the middle of the night when we received the news, and started to support them before we got dressed. We have to give us some hard work and lost wages, right?"

"But we didn't do anything. We were flying here and didn't work. What if they regret it?"

This Sea Clan is a little uncertain. After all, the strong Sea Clan is respected, and they often encounter land grabbers.

It's normal for the Hai Clan to not give you money if your cultivation level is higher than yours.

A young female Jindan of the human race next to her is in a hurry. This person has just stepped into Jindan not long ago, and now she is in urgent need of money.

"Why do you regret this? We don't need money to mobilize our manpower? We don't need money to run our airship? Besides, when did we ever suffer from the Yin Tower!"

The Sea Clan who stroked the real beard was still a little pessimistic.

"It doesn't matter if you don't suffer. Look at how scary the person on the island is. We didn't do anything, we just floated here. It's okay to say that we don't give money. After all, we didn't help much. We adults also have to give others some face."

An old man at the Jindan stage standing in the middle smiled and smoothed things over.

"No, no, a small matter of a few thousand taels of silver in a small island is not worth the attention of the big monk. Hey, I don't know when it will end there. I want to take the silver and go back to have a good meal."

At this time, a fleet of small ships sailed slowly in the distance, the largest ship at the head was flying the flag of the Great Zhou, and there were five or six ships gathered together.

Not long after the actual event, they discovered the strange situation here. At that time, a small group of soldiers wearing Dazhou military uniforms flew out of the ship.

They made a small half-circle in the nearby sea area, and then headed straight for the large military ships.

When they were far away, they took out their badges and began to report their names.

"Master Tian Yuanying, the envoy of purchasing foreign objects from the Great Zhou Dynasty, is under the rule. Lin Fengyu pays homage to your lord."

Someone from those large warships also came out to check the badges, and after confirming that they were correct, they were led into the ship.

I don't know how the two sides communicated. Within a few minutes, this small group of people flew back to their small fleet, and then the small fleet of five or six ships sailed slowly towards these few places. the back of a large warship.

Then the people in this boat also began to gather on the deck, looking at the direction of Heizhu Island with great interest, which looked lively.

In addition to better eyesight, cultivators also have a variety of spells and magic tools that can improve eyesight. These things make the activity of watching the scene much easier.

The fleet on the military's side is still relatively safe, and the little monks in the flying boats in the Tayin Building have already started to open, and they are blocked with money.

Because of their semi-official status, they are more courageous, unlike those pirates who are honest.

This time, there were hundreds of spectators gathered inside and outside the Black Pig Island.

If you count the sea people in the sea, there are countless.

Yang Zhao also felt uncomfortable. After several times of exhaustion, her originally manic mind regained a sliver of reason.

who am I?
The brain seems to start to work hard and slowly under this problem.

I am... Yang... Zhao... Am I really Yang Zhao?

what am i doing?
Kill... people...?Murder... crime...

Who are they?
To kill...to break the law....

Breaking the law...the police....

I don't want to go to jail…….

Yang Zhao seemed to have been poured with cold water, and suddenly woke up from a dream, with a weird smile froze on his face, and fear slowly permeated from his eyes.

"I killed... I killed? I killed!"

Yang Zhao felt his hands and feet go weak, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

The moment Yang Zhao woke up, the pirates around her disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The great monk on the throne slightly opened his lips.

"Okay, the knife is finished, you can go."

The originally quiet pirates scattered like birds and beasts, and rushed into the sea like an arrow flying off the string, and disappeared within a few flashes.

Only the Golden Core Stage members among the pirates saluted the great monk respectfully, and then dared to put oil on the soles of their feet.

When your life is in the hands of others, you'd better be polite and humble.

As soon as the pirates left, the generals on those military ships also flew into the air, saluted the unknown monk respectfully, and then led the ships away.

By the time the Jindan stage monks hired by Yang Zhao wanted to salute and say hello face to face, the great monk had already disappeared.

The morning glow beside the clouds was dyed red by panic at the beginning of the day, all kinds of seabirds began to sing in the sky, and the sea water, which had been turbulent all night, gradually calmed down.

Yang Zhao slumped on the ground weakly, his head was filled with the fact that he had killed someone, and then he began to vomit endlessly.

The few people who were killed by Yang Zhao on the ground also belonged to the Sea Clan, and there was one with wings.

But Yang Zhao has lived here for a year, and he understands that the Sea Clan has the same intelligence as humans, and killing them is the same as killing people.

For a modern youth who has been law-abiding for more than 20 years, killing people can only be thought about in his mind when reading novels.

Who would dare to carry a knife to kill?

What's more, Yang Zhao is a college student with a bright future, who would want to kill someone?

Besides, killing people is not a good job, especially for Yang Zhao, who has lived in a society ruled by law since he was a child.

This incident not only squeezed Yang Zhao's stomach, but also kept killing her nerves.

"How could I... How could I kill someone?"

This is not the same as what she saw in the nightmare. In the dream, she knew that she had a dream, and he knew that she didn't kill those people, so she didn't have such a heavy burden on her heart.

But now it's different.

Now these people were killed by her own hands, and it was her first time to kill people.

Although he knew that he might kill someone after he cultivated himself, he never thought that even with the psychological training, when this matter hit her head-on, she would still feel as if she was being stabbed by a knife.

A group of Xiaodoumen beside him had already gathered, watching Yang Zhao's reaction, slapping his back and looking for water.

A little bean man hugged her gently and comforted her softly.

"It's okay, it's okay, Comrade Yang and these people are pirates, you are just."

"Comrade Yang, haven't you heard of that song? When friends come, they have good wine. When wolves come, they have shotguns. Those pirates are no different from wolves."

"You are not wrong, if you don't resist, they will kill you!"

"But I killed someone..."

Yang Zhao held back his vomiting, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

Shang Jia also came to Yang Zhao's side.

"What's the matter with murder? As a cultivator, in addition to fighting with the sky and the earth, you also have to fight with people. I also wonder why you became a demon. You were sober in the beginning."

This question cannot be answered by the chaotic Yang Zhao.

Shang Jia didn't bother with this matter, and directly lifted Yang Zhao up with spiritual power.

Now Yang Zhao was covered in injuries, Shang Jia didn't dare to move her for fear of worsening her injuries.

"You are covered in injuries now. If you don't treat it well, you will be the one who suffers."

Shang Jia recruited a small water polo and brought it to Yang Zhao's mouth.

Now the whole island has been completely messed up by pirates, and the little bean people who went out to find water belonged to meat buns and dogs, and once they went there, they couldn't turn back.

"Drink your saliva quickly and calm down. Have you seen those ships? The foreign object procurement envoy from the imperial court is here."

Yang Zhao was in a trance, and saw several sea ships and flying boats in the sky in the distance.

She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but before she could make any movements, the pain all over her body pressed her back again.

Mu Fangyu, a cultivator of Jindan heretics who rushed over, also came to Yang Zhao's side.

"You are injured, and the most important thing now is to heal your wounds. You can tell the people below to do things on the island."