Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 889
The East Pole Ocean, this is the East Pole Ocean?Dialect has also seen the ocean before, when he was still a Jindan cultivator, he went to the East China Sea embedded in the blue star, and was shocked by the momentum of the East China Sea at the beginning, and later wandered in the starry sky, wherever he went, whether it was a cultivation planet or a wild planet, There are also all kinds of seas and oceans, some are majestic and some are unfathomable, but no matter where they are, they are inferior to the East Pole Ocean in front of them. The dialect that has just fallen is even somewhat Looking at the huge waves below in amazement, I am on a cliff thousands of feet high, and there are still waves slapping up, and the splashing water droplets make the whole rock wall look like heavy rain.

Huge waves of thousands of feet?What kind of power is this, a huge wave comes down, not to mention other things, just relying on the huge strength contained in it is enough to slap the Nascent Soul monk to the ground, but soon, the dialect sensed what was wrong here, and said There are no waves without wind, but now there are thousands of feet of huge waves constantly surging, beating around, but there is no sign of wind movement, as if there is an inexplicable force pushing under the ocean to form such endless waves.

Immediately, Dialect discovered another thing, but he did not understand it before, and it may not necessarily be common sense in the eyes of others, that is, the aura here is extremely weak, almost non-existent. Then he noticed that the aura was getting thinner, but it was only a little thinner, but it was not like here that there was almost no aura flickering. It was not the scene that Xuanlan's domain should have. The most desolate comprehension desert planets I have visited are nothing more than this.

"Such a barren spiritual energy can only be consumed but is difficult to replenish. No wonder no monks are willing to come here." After a while, dialect, who had calmed down, couldn't help muttering. The dialect was nothing to the lack of spiritual energy, not to mention that he was not short of spiritual energy in the first place. Shi Xiulian still has one and a half medium-grade spiritual veins on his body, so he is unexpectedly short of spiritual energy to replenish.

Sweeping around for a while, just took out the jade slip left by the monk at the beginning, and before confirming his position, Fang Yan heard an unpleasant roar accompanied by a piercing killing intent from under the cliff. Thousands of feet of waves can't cover it.

Dialect, who narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down, and saw another huge wave coming up again, but before it hit the cliff, the wall-like huge wave suddenly parted, and a black shadow came out of it, like a tiger descending the mountain Flood dragons rushed straight at him as if they were out of the sea, only to see that their stature was no smaller than several hundred feet.

After just one glance, Fang Yan muttered again: "Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?"

Rao is well-informed in dialect, I don’t know how many monsters he has seen, and how many tyrannical existences he has killed, but he has never seen such an ugly thing. It looks like a giant fish, gray-brown like a deep pool The muddy body is covered with folds like old skin, and there are protrusions of different sizes between the folds. I don't know if they are bones or tumors. The big mouth that is opening at the moment is tens of feet in size. It was as if a huge opening had been split in the body, and the fangs emitted bursts of cold light.

If you are a timid person, maybe you don't need to fight, just looking at such an ugly opponent, maybe you will be scared away. After a short pause, Fang Yan came back to his senses, and he was not polite when he sensed the bloodthirsty aura of this sea beast. Even if he urged a flying sword to chop it down.

Using the power of distraction to deal with a sea beast whose momentum is no more than the fifth level and whose strength is only the second level and the third level monster is a bit overkill. A sword light flashed, and the big fish that hadn't jumped in front of him was already split into two. The film fell towards the sides, and the wave that was just shot up at this moment has not yet receded.

Before the body of the ugly strange fish fell into the water, Fang Yan saw countless black shadows that looked similar to the strange fish he killed earlier, and were much smaller, jetting out of the huge waves, but they were no longer He came for the dialect, but headed for the two halves of the huge flesh and blood body that fell down.

But in a short while, more black shadows gathered in the waves falling under the cliff, and in an instant, the water surface that was originally emerald green was dyed red, not just the one suspected of being the leader who was killed by dialect just now. Blood, and even more ugly monster fish fought each other for a piece of flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of them turned their stomachs upside down, and they were eaten by the same kind around them.

"Cannibalism? Only those who have no intelligence and only the instinct of a beast will do this kind of behavior, but it is not far from the rumors." Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Yan couldn't help thinking secretly.

Shaking his head, the dialect ignored these sea beasts that did not pose the slightest threat to him, but only disgusted people, and just muttered: "Huh? It's not completely useless. If the rank is higher, maybe a few witch spirits can supplement it." It's been a while." Then he urged his body to leave the cliff where he had landed before, and jumped a thousand feet into the sky, and then took out the jade slip again, and his spiritual sense penetrated into it.

After not much effort, the dialect that withdrew from the spiritual consciousness looked around, determined the direction he was going, and fled away from the spot, leaving only the huge waves that kept churning up from under the cliff, still unsettled. A group of ugly monster fish fighting each other.

Along the way, there is no dialect that urges the wings of Thunder Dun, and he can feel more clearly the attacks that may be encountered everywhere in the ocean below him. If it is a monster elsewhere, how would he dare to provoke the distracted cultivator who has already released his momentum? The distraction of the dialect here is useless at all, these fierce beasts in the sea don't know what to fear. The distraction that the dialect reveals from time to time seems to attract the attention of these fierce beasts in the sea. Some are in groups, and some are fighting alone. Although they are not as powerful as monsters, they are also very fierce.

But in less than an hour, Dialect has encountered more than a hundred attacks. All kinds of monsters in the sea, some are much uglier than the group of ugly strange fish that Dialect encountered on the shore before. There is only one characteristic, that is, it is big. Just as the huge waves of thousands of feet are much stronger than what the dialect has seen before, the fish and beasts in the sea here are also huge, tens of feet, hundreds of feet. There are many big and small figures everywhere, but these monsters have huge bodies, and they are not as vicious as many monsters, but their flesh and blood bodies are much worse, and they are far from being comparable to their comparable strength. The few witch spirits in the Four Spirit Tablets are not picky eaters, and have devoured a lot along the way. It would be more effective to devour a seventh-level monster.

Shaking his head, the dialect no longer let out breath, and restrained his distracted momentum. Originally, he just wanted to see the details of this East Pole Ocean, but he didn't plan to explore the mysteries of this East Pole Ocean. It has existed for hundreds of millions of years. More than ocean, I don’t know how many senior masters have been here before. Dialect doesn’t think he can discover any secret caves or spirit treasure materials in a short period of time. At this moment, dialect sees that at least the sea monsters in front of him are very important to him. It was of no use at all, so he stopped taking the initiative to release his breath to provoke them, and soon the dialect pushed the flying escape technique to the extreme, and galloped away towards the depths of the ocean.

What the dialect needs to do is to reach the place mentioned in the jade slip as soon as possible, Seven Stars with the Moon Island. It is not clear whether the original islands are called this name, but the monk probably named it himself. Otherwise, how many islands in such a vast ocean have fixed names.

Half a month later, Fang Yan stopped in his tracks. It wasn't that there were some ferocious beasts blocking his way, but that Fang Yan felt something was wrong. According to the introduction in the jade slips, he should have arrived at that big, seven, and eighth place by now. It is right near a chain of islands, but there are many islands within millions of miles around, where are the few islands mentioned by the monk.

Could it be that there was something wrong with the jade slip that the monk gave him back then?He didn't want to tell himself the correct address at all?But I made an oath back then, although it was not an oath made by a demon, but I shouldn’t have made a false oath for this kind of thing. Dialect couldn’t help but have a few doubts in his heart. What is the truth like? At this time, Dialect is inconclusive , Maybe you have to wait until you have a chance to meet that monk again.

Dialect, suspicious in his heart, checked the jade slips again, confirmed that he was not going in the wrong direction, and then expanded the scope of the search, only thinking that maybe he didn't notice it for a while, and it might not be true.

(End of this chapter)