Chapter 463

"Take command." the ghost gathered 300 witches from Shuimei, jumped into the sea, drove a small boat and quickly disappeared into the fog.

"Give you a chance, go." the witch Master said faintly. Surrounded by all the witches, he walked to the stern.

Lin Yunhan did not dare to delay and sailed away. He probably understood that there should be an accident and let the person who got the spirit escape. Who could it be? Can't even the witch master stop it himself? In the dark sea, the fog floated. A simple to dilapidated fishing boat is floating to the flower burial boat with the rise and fall of the sea tide.

An old man sat alone in the bow of the boat, wearing coir rainbows and hats, with a cigarette pole in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. The fishing rod is more than ten meters long, longer than the hull. It looks very inappropriate. The fishing rod is tilted into the sky towards the flower burial boat.

The flower boat is the witch master's palace. All her disciples are here, including three ghost generals, including Shuimei, and other strong men in the holy martial arts realm. However, even they are vigilant. They feel an unspeakable threat from this seemingly ordinary old man, and no one dares to take action.

"Your Excellency, dawn is coming, and I'm going fishing." the old man raised his hand, shook up the fishing rod, struck the fine fishing line in the air, and shot the buried flower boat.

In an instant, the space trembled, twisted first, and then collapsed, like hard hit glass, clattering, fragmented, black lines, like space cracks, rushed at top speed, angrily took and buried the flower boat.

What kind of martial arts is this? The faces of all the people on the flower burial boat changed and were about to make a move. The witch Lord raised his slender hand, and more than ten petals flew out, turning into giant flowers in mid air, blooming at high altitude, facing the black lines.

Boom! The sky startled the sea, and the loud noise was like thousands of thunder. The violent air wave swept between the sky and the sea, the high altitude trembled, the sea level rose, and the silent sea fell into a terrible riot.

The flower burial boat fluctuated violently with the tide, and the old man's fishing boat also kept billowing.

"Don't be unkind!" the witch Lord confronted the old man across the air, and a cold killing machine burst out in the bottom of his eyes.

"Roar!!" the sea snake climbed out of the old man's collar and opened his mouth to make an earth shaking roar. His small body was so powerful that the witches on the flower boat were scared. What the hell is this? It has always been a flower burial boat, frightening the sea area and deterring the heroes. Some people dare to be so presumptuous in front of them.

"Enough is enough, you can't destroy this ship, and you can't live in the witch hall." the witch master's killing machine is cold, his right hand is spread out, a flower is in full bloom, and the petals are bright, but what flows is viscous blood gas, like a sea of blood.

"You can't help me either." the old man sneered dryly, took down the dry cigarette bag and knocked it gently on the boat board. The soot was falling, but it didn't fall into the sea, but flew high into the air, little ashes, flying silently, not a little, every piece was stained with a little spark.

At first glance, it's strange. When you concentrate, that little ash seems to be wrapped in rolling magma and sealed up the terrible high temperature.

"Witch master, who is he?" a ghost general couldn't help it. How could there be such a person in the inland sea? The point is that they have never heard of it, never seen it.

The witch Lord looked at the old man coldly: "you really have something to do with that man. You just want to contain him now!"

"Whatever you think." the old man pointed to the sky and said calmly, "it's almost dawn."

"Who is he? Answer me and I'll leave."

"I just want to fish, that's all."

"Again, who is he?"

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Since it has nothing to do with you, it's up to me to decide whether to kill or stay."

"Whatever."

The witch Lord shook his sleeve and turned around and shouted, "set sail! Chase!"

"Obey orders!" the witches looked back at the old man, and their hearts were even more strange.

The black fog shrouded and swallowed the flower burial boat. The seven giant ghosts woke up from their deep sleep. They noticed the old man not far away. After a silent confrontation for a while, they rose up in the air under the command of the witch Lord, tightened the chain and dragged the flower burial boat into the air.

The old man watched the funeral flower boat disappear into the darkness before dawn, and his expression was slowly dignified.

The sea snake scattered its fierce light and wrapped it around the old man's arms and shoulders.

For a long time

The old man spread out his left hand and looked at the golden light: "it looks like it's going to be noisy for a while."

"Hiss..." the sea snake huff and puff the snake letter, as if saying something.

"Look who's in the sea near here." the old man closed his eyes and felt it. After a while, he picked his eyebrow lightly: "he? How did he come back? HMM... is that location... Liuli island? It's far away. I hope this little guy can hold on."

The old man held his left hand high, facing the sky, with his five fingers slightly buckled and clicked. The golden lightning exploded in the palm of his hand, like falling thunder on the ground, ringing through the sea and sky, and a shining golden word rose up into the sky.

The golden word is king! Qin Ming was sailing on the sea in the early morning. After tossing all night, he finally saw the light, but he really didn't relax. He stepped up his cultivation and was alert to the sea area. The white tiger gnawed at the sea animal he had just caught, and his mouth was full of blood. From time to time, he looked up at the sea behind him, beware of the appearance of petals again.

More than ten sea eagles are flying on the river. They are towing a huge ship 100 meters away. They are sailing at high speed through the wind and waves.

Sea eagles are long, wide and strong, like eagles spreading their wings and whale sharks flying. Sometimes they skim the sea and sometimes rush into the seabed. They are very fast and ferocious.

More than ten sea eagles swarmed around, and nearby sea animals retreated one after another.

As a result, the giant ship sailed freely and galloped in the sea.

Qin ordered to avoid sea eagles and giant ships.

The owners of giant ships don't want to cause trouble. Generally speaking, those who dare to cross the sea alone are not good. Moreover, they dare to cross the sea at night. They control sea eagles to take the initiative to deviate from the track.

It was not until noon that Qin Ming stopped. Controlling the skylark is very energy consuming. Now his head is a little swollen. He needs to rest.

From the night to now, I don't know how far I rushed out and where I got. But only one impression is that the sea area is too vast. After such a long journey, I don't know how many miles, I only passed through five islands.

Qin Ming checked carefully and found that the sea area was safe.

"Cheer up, stare at the sea and the bottom of the sea. I'll have a rest and try to find an island before dark." Qin's life chart sat quietly, operated and decided to restore his spirit.

But before long, the calm sea ripples, layer after layer, more and more frequently. There was a dull loud noise in the distance, like some beast running on the sea, or like the violent collision of turbulent waves.

Qin Ming woke up and stared at the distance. On the vast sea, a three male lions were running wildly, as if they were stepping on the solid earth instead of the sea. The male lions were golden, dignified and fierce, and the air of killing came to his face and shook the sea and the sky.

The white tiger is like a great enemy, whining and roaring.

Qin Ming clenched his Sabre and comforted the white tiger while watching out for people coming.

On the back of the three Golden Lions, a brave man, with eyes like electricity, was not angry. He was wearing a golden armor and had an imposing manner. Holding a long black knife, he pointed to the sky. The murderous spirit came from the knife.

The man rode a male lion to the sea, which shocked the sea area and deterred the nearby sea animals. They had ignored Qin Ming's meaning, but the man still noticed his lark.

"The skylark of the black Jiao warship?" the man sat high on the lion's back and tilted Qin's life, pressing down like a mountain and sea.

Qin Ming nodded. He was so violent.

"Where did it come from?"

"Auction."

"All the five boats have been born, and the black Jiao warship... Is coming back..." the man didn't take his boat, but said a word and left with three male lions.