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Spn dark clouds roll, evil waves are raging, the sea is roaring like a raging giant, the hurricane is its cry, and the tsunami is its anger.

The waves as high as two people rushed to the island violently, and then retreated unwillingly.

The island is a hundred acres in size, and dilapidated buildings can be vaguely seen on it.

Regardless of how dilapidated the island is now, if it were placed ten years ago, this island would have been well-known in the entire South China Sea.

It is not an exaggeration to say that at that time, Liao Liaoji, who dared to defy the entire South China Sea, was ordered to come out of this island. [

Because this island was the first of the 47 islands in the South China Sea ten years ago, and it was the gathering island of the South China Sea Loose Cultivation Alliance.

However, since the loose cultivators of 47 Island teamed up with the Xuanling Wansheng Palace to fight against the Taoist sect ten years ago, and were expelled from the South China Sea by the Taoist sect and the Holy League, the island has been deserted.

Thunder rang out, and lightning bolts like tree roots lit up under the dark sky, illuminating the haunted island.

In this bad weather, there was a faint ray of light flying in the distance.

Flying close, it was a middle-aged monk. He stared at the deserted island intently, his eyes rolled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly he let out a long sigh, turned around, and was about to leave, but suddenly he looked at the space tens of feet in front of him as if alert.

There was no one there, only the dense darkness and the light illuminated by the occasional lightning, the two intertwined, like the sun and the moon.

The middle-aged monk looked at it as if he was facing a big enemy. He even broke out in sweat, as if the most ferocious beast was hidden there.

"Who is it? Since you deliberately let me notice, why bother to play tricks!" the monk hissed.

There was still no movement over there, the monk couldn't hold back, he patted his shoulder, and a blue sword light flew out.

But in the eyes of the monks, there was no one there, so Jian Guang could only hover in front of him.

The monk gritted his teeth, Wu pointed out, and five water-colored thunder lights flew out.

This is exactly the Guishui Yinlei that Ji Lan, one of the 47 island monks in the South China Sea, was good at in the past. This monk can also know it, so it must have something to do with Ji Lan.

Lightning flashed in the void, but it didn't force out the enemy as he expected.

Suspicion flashed across the monk's face, but he heard a gentle coughing sound in his ears.

His face suddenly changed, it turned out that there was a young man a few meters away from him at some point.

"You, who the hell are you, dare to tease me!" The monk was shocked and angry, but the strength shown by the other party was probably a monk who was much stronger than himself, so he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

The young man smiled, looked at the dilapidated palace under his feet, and said to himself: "You must be an old man in the South China Sea, right? When the monks from Island 47 were expelled from the South China Sea, where are they now?"

The monk's face changed continuously, "Are you a member of the Taoist sect or the Holy League, do you want to kill them all? Don't even think about it, I will tell you!" [

The young man squinted his eyes at the middle-aged monk and said calmly, "I'm afraid you can't help it."

The middle-aged monk screamed strangely, and a yellow light flew out from his finger and landed in the turbulent waves under his feet.

When the raging waves were neutral, a large wave of water rushed towards the young monk, like a dragon, and at the same time, his blue sword light also slashed at the enemy like a dragon coming out of the sea.

The young man remained motionless, and the surging wave regenerated and changed halfway through, turning from one wave into thousands of waves, each of which had the color of water and thunder just now.

This is the real intention of the middle-aged monk. At the beginning, he used the water dragon technique to make the opponent misjudge, but in fact it would turn into Guishui Yinlei in the middle.

Being able to turn water into Guishui Yinlei is the Taoism technique that his teacher Ji Lan is good at. Although Guishui Yinlei is not very powerful in the thunder method, it is unique in this sea.

This middle-aged monk was Ji Lan's disciple. Although he couldn't use the sea water to turn into thunderstorms like his master, it was still possible to turn all the waves of water into thunderstorms to plot against the enemy.

However, the young man suddenly disappeared. Guishui Yinlei collided with each other, bursting out with vicious power, and the light of the thunder reflected the surrounding area white.

The young monk suddenly reappeared, but it appeared on the other side of the middle-aged monk, and stretched out his hand to grab him in the air.

The middle-aged monk suddenly realized that he was covered by a huge hood, separated from the vitality of the world outside him, and even the ray of light on his body was suppressed.

The middle-aged monk was shocked and exclaimed, "Who are you?"

This couldn't help him not being surprised, the other party didn't look very old, but the previous suspicion could be confirmed with just this move, this person has the cultivation base of a cultivator in the Heavenly Human Realm, that's why he was able to grab and isolate himself from the vitality of heaven and earth connect.

The young monk smiled and said nothing, but the middle-aged monk felt that the huge force covering his body was getting tighter and tighter, and the light on his body was about to stick to his body, but the opponent's true energy was extremely flexible and would not break through it. escape light.

He couldn't help being terrified, "Stop it, what do you want to know, I said yes, but you have to promise me, after I say it, you will not hurt my life, you must let me go."

The young monk looked at the middle-aged monk coldly, and the middle-aged monk suddenly weakened under his cold eyes, and said softly: "I said, I said. At the beginning, the monks on Island 47 were expelled by the Taoist sect and the Holy League. Afterwards, they scattered and escaped everywhere. However, those of us who practice loosely are strong together, and even more unbearable when scattered. Moreover, most of the Taoism we practice is cultivated in the South China Sea. It is beneficial to be close to the water, and practice far away from the water. It’s more effective than half the effort. That’s why many fellow Taoists have suggested to my teacher, Ji Lan, that they want to return to the South China Sea.”

"So, you came back to explore the way?" The young monk nodded and said.

"Yes, so my master ordered me to come back and take a look. If the weather has calmed down and the Daoists no longer pay attention, we plan to come back and re-establish the banner of Island 47." The middle-aged monk said.

"What about the people from Xuanling Wansheng Palace?" The young monk asked again after hearing this.

"Their casualties were even more severe than ours. Even the second palace lord died, and only the first palace lord Jiuying Taoist and the third palace lord, Mr. He, escaped. It is said that they fled to the North Sea, where there are mixed people and demons. The teacher ordered me to come back to find the way, if the South China Sea is not suitable to come back, we also plan to go to the North Sea."

The young monk nodded in satisfaction, and the middle-aged monk couldn't help feeling a little hope of survival, and said in a mournful voice, "I've told you everything I know, now you can let me go."

"If you don't go back, they should go to Beihai, right?" The young monk suddenly said softly.

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, then understood, and hissed: "You, I will fight with you!" [

With a loud roar, the light on his body swelled suddenly, and his body that was originally bound up suddenly regained its vitality.

As soon as he regained his vitality, instead of attacking the enemy again, he slammed himself at the sky with his palm.

Immediately, his whole body exploded, and a golden ball exploded under his abdomen, but a faint figure rose from the blood rain.

This sudden and violent self-detonation suddenly forcibly opened a gap in the space constraint of the young monk, and the faint soul shadow took the opportunity to be surrounded by a bloody light and slipped out of the gap.

That piece of blood embracing the faint soul shadow quickly flew northward, its speed was at least ten times faster than that of ordinary monks with their swords.

It's just that during the flight, the original strong blood light is also constantly fading.

In just one or two breaths, the shadow of the soul was dozens of miles away from the original place.

This soul shadow is the remnant soul of a middle-aged monk. He is a monk in the realm of real people. He was controlled by the enemy just now. , using the essence of flesh and blood to condense a body of protective blood, and cast the method of bleeding escape.

Shicai's enemy is a cultivator in the heaven and man realm, as long as he is separated from the vitality of heaven and earth, he will surely win or lose, and it is even difficult for him to escape.

However, he studied under Ji Lan, and his teacher was a well-known great monk in the South China Sea, so it is impossible for him not to know some ways to deal with monks in the heavenly realm.

If you want to escape, you must first break free from the force field covered by the opponent's space law, and then get out of the range of the opponent's spiritual sense, so as to avoid being covered by the law force field for the second time.

So he had no choice but to explode himself and the golden core, use this violent force to open a way out, and then use the method of blood escape to escape.

As long as the remnant soul can escape and return to Ji Lan, there is still a chance to reincarnate and rebuild.

The blood light became weaker and weaker, and the speed slowly slowed down, but it was already nearly a hundred miles away from just now.

Just when the middle-aged monk thought he had finally escaped, a strange twist suddenly appeared in front of him, and a person stepped out of the void.

As soon as the man stepped out, he clasped two fingers in the middle of the food, stretched them out, and swiped towards the remnant soul of the middle-aged monk.

The remnant soul of the middle-aged monk was cut in two immediately, and then dispersed like mist and disappeared.

This person was the young cultivator just now, and he wiped out Ji Lan's disciple's remnant soul with a light blow, but he seemed dissatisfied, looking at his fingers and shaking his head slightly.

Sighing and retracting his hand, he said calmly to the place where the remnant soul was originally: "My surname is Kong, unfortunately you can't hear me."

He is Kong Zhang, and it has been ten years since he stayed in the South China Sea.

In the past ten years, he has practiced on various deserted islands, comprehending the laws left by Mo Sheng in his final spiritual thoughts, and then corroborating them with the Taiqing Xuanmen's invisible sword formulas, and his cultivation has greatly improved.

However, the evolution of the magic quality has stagnated, and it has lost its sense of direction. In the past ten years, the control of the magic quality has become more and more meticulous. The half-demonization of the body like now can not only conceal the change of the magic quality, but also can Improve strength.

If he goes all out, he will naturally still have to fully enter the demonic form, but if he is semi-demonic, his strength can barely be raised to the heavenly realm, but it will not expose his abnormality.

Just passing through the deserted island, he found this middle-aged monk, and asked him about his origin. Killing him would be just to practice his skills.

The last blow was to condense the blade of space like Ye Gu to kill the remnant soul of the middle-aged monk, but in the semi-demonized state, he was powerless, so he looked disappointed.

He stared at the sky with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Shu Mountain, and said to himself: "It seems it's time to go back."