Chapter 460

The witch Lord looked at the old man. Is it really him? She had only heard her name before. "Speak."

"Your flower burial boat should not stop in this sea area. It affects my fishing." the old man smiled dryly.

The hands in the witch master's sleeve slowly clenched: "the sea is so big, you can change a place."

"I'm old. I'm old. I'm used to eating fish in one place, so I don't want to change places. Give me a face and move your flower burial boat away." the old man is not afraid of the killing power of the witch Lord, but the sea snake in the collar opens its mouth, reveals its fine fangs, and its scales are trembling slightly.

Deliberately? The witch Lord's jade hand is tighter and tighter.

Suddenly

Tens of thousands of meters away in the depths of the mountains and forests, there was a violent noise, and a bloody gas wave rose into the air, shaking the mountains, which was amazing under the moonlight. The blood wave is like a giant mushroom cloud, violently surging, setting off a majestic air wave, annihilating the surrounding mountains and forests, even several high mountains were cracked, rippling rocks splashed, and rolled away with the air wave.

In the mountains and forests of the uprising, Qin Ming was half kneeling in the ruins, dishevelled and bleeding from his mouth and nose. When he found that it was not the woman who was tracking, but a petal of a flower, he immediately turned back and cut it directly. However, even if he was ready, the energy of the petal burst triggered an unimaginable energy storm, which lifted him out for hundreds of meters, and his body seemed to be torn.

He propped up his body tremblingly, standing unsteadily with pain all over his body, and his heart was shocked.

What is the realm of that woman? Throwing a petal at random was so terrible that it almost gave him seconds.

However, Qin Ming was even more surprised. At the moment when he wielded his saber with all his strength, he was so fierce that his blood was boiling all over him, as if he had been ignited. The petals were destroyed, the saber was safe and sound, trembling slightly, and the saber chanted continuously, as if awakened.

"Who is the old woman?" Qin Ming thought of the sneak attack on him that night. He was afraid for a while. He danced with death carelessly. He took a deep breath, took two steps back, flapped his wings and galloped low in the mountains.

The northern cliff, backed by mountains and forests, faces the sea. The environment here is dangerous and remote. Usually few people come here.

The sea tide surged, hitting the cliff and setting off all over the sky, deafening.

Qin Ming came here according to the instructions of the map.

The white tiger has been waiting here, but the little guy is very depressed. His body is dyed dark blue again, with a faint blue light.

"Don't look depressed. It's important to keep your life." Qin Ming rushed out of the darkness and threw the lark towards the sea.

"Boom!"

Space trembles and air waves surge.

The skylark woke up as if it had been reborn. It turned into a ten meter giant black iron skylark, flapped its wings and rolled up the real air wave, which caused the boiling of water force between the sky and the sea.

Skylark swooped over the cliff and flew to the surging tide.

"Go!!" Qin Ming picked up the white tiger, flapped his wings and fell after the lark.

The skylark collided with the tide and set off huge waves. The hull changed dramatically. At the front was the majestic bird's head, which soared to the sky and seemed to roar at the sky and the sea. Steel wings stretched on both sides of the hull, extending slightly backward. Behind the ship, there were more than ten sharp black spears, pointing obliquely into the sky, like the tail feathers of the skylark. The black spear was five meters long, slightly trembling and chilling. It was the guardian weapon of the boat.

The lark is ten meters long, but the hull space is not large. Qin Ming and white tiger account for less than half. The hull is seriously damaged and covered with cracks. Many places seem to be inlaid with weapons or spars, but they are gone.

"Go! Rush to the deep sea!" Qin Ming has shed blood to recognize the Lord, and the skylark is controlled by his mind.

The lark's wings were slightly stretched, and there was an air wave around the hull. In an instant, it flew out, swept over the sea, and raised amazing white waves behind it.

Qin Ming and Bai Hu were caught off guard and almost fell on their back.

The ship's speed is almost equal to Qin Ming's flying speed.

"Good!! it's worth looking forward to!" Qin Ming was excited. It's much more convenient to cross the sea in the future. He doesn't need to take a boat or expose his identity. If the skylark is repaired again, won't it double its speed?!

"Roar!" the white tiger proudly penetrated and roared in the face of the roaring sea breeze. He likes the feeling of flying in the wind. It's much more comfortable than Qin Ming holding it in his arms.

Deep in half moon island.

"You want to stop me?" the witch Lord lost the perception of the petal and should be destroyed.

"I have no reason to stop you. I want to talk to you."

"No interest." the witch left, but it was obvious that the other party had locked her.

"You'd better listen and save me from looking for you in the witch temple."

"The witch hall offended you?" the witch Lord waved and threw out petals all over the sky, like countless blood red butterflies, flying in the direction of explosion and continuing to chase the mysterious man who left.

The old man ignored the petals and shook his head lightly: "no offense. There is no resentment far or near. The well water does not invade the river. But I heard that your Lord has been to the northern region recently?"

"Since the well water doesn't invade the river, where I've been has nothing to do with you."

"I just remind you that if you are tired of living in the sea and want to walk on the land, no one will stop you, but if you want to repeat the war 700 years ago, I advise you to be careful." the old man's muddy eyes are gradually clear, deep like the sea and Ocean, and there is a black vortex.

The witch Lord said coldly, "you're too wide."

"It's just a reminder. There's a city called thunder. You... Ha ha... Can't touch it." the old man smiled softly, but his tone and eyes were clear and a little dark.

"There's no need to touch, of course not. But you can't stop it when it's time to touch." the witch Lord's tone was as cold as usual and didn't fear him.

"If so, I'll send it. How to treat it is your business." the old man gently clicked the sea snake. The sea snake vomited a snake vomit letter to the witch Lord, wrapped around the old man's neck and returned to his clothes.

The witch Lord was about to leave, but he stopped: "do you have anything to do with that man?"

"Where are you from?"

"You know."

"Don't guess people, don't doubt people."

"It'd better not matter, otherwise... After 700 years, the first war of the witch hall is you!"

"We? Ha ha... How brave." the old man shook his head and smiled.

"Wait and see!"

"Lord Wu, take your flower burial boat and leave the sea area, otherwise I can't catch fish, but I can do anything." the old man walked into the darkness with his hands on his back, and soon his indifferent voice came: "I'm out fishing at dawn, you don't have much time. If the little guy in my arms can't eat fish, he will eat people."