Chapter 875

These things appeared too fast, but it was a moment's effort that had come to Zhan Yu.

They can hide in the dark and then suddenly appear, making it impossible for people's air defense.

Even if the people on the magic dragon boat want to do it now, it's too late.

When Zhan Yu's body came into contact with that drop of cold liquid, he had lost control, like being poisoned by nerve paralysis, which made him unable to move.

Seeing the black hair rushing towards Zhan Yu, Mo Qingyun, hiding in the protective cover, resolutely removed the protective cover.

At the critical moment, Mo Qingyun opened the Yang pupil, and two beams of light flew out of her eyes to repel the black hair behind Zhan Yu.

She opened her palm, hit Zhan Yu with the blood flowing out, and fell on his skin.

"Hiss!"

Zhan Yu felt a very pure Yang Qi, which melted into his skin from her blood. His body regained its power of action, but Mo Qingyun was very pale.

"Come and carry me on your back."

Her voice was full of calmness. She was very weak at the moment. Before she was involved in the world, she consumed her blood essence to awaken the ancestors of the Mo nationality and hurt her vitality.

Of course, if she hadn't been badly weakened, she might not be willing to stay where she is, but would explore the depths of the desert island.

There are no living creatures on this desert island. The periphery is actually the safest place.

She went deep into the island and couldn't wait for the magic dragon boat in yunliangze.

"Well, OK, I'll come right away."

Zhan Yu is not a timid person. If those things didn't appear too suddenly, he wouldn't be frightened.

He quickly ran to Mo Qingyun and carried her on his back.

"I'll pick them up."

Beichenxi saw that the island was now very dangerous and was afraid that Zhan Yu would not get out.

"If you set a fire here, it's not just these low-level evils."

Shengwuyou shook his head at her. He looked at the desert islands. Each island is different in size, but it doesn't mean they are safer than the bottom of the sea.

They have entered the shadow sea area, which is a restricted area of life. Every island is made of bones. The demons bred here are strange and unpredictable.

"I'll bring them out."

"Master's Buddha light, I'm afraid it attracts more hatred value than a fire!"

Feng Qianwei can't help but wonder. If shengwuyou comes out, it's no different from beichenxi's hand, isn't it?

Does the master have any backhand?

Her eyes closely followed shengwuyou's body and saw him fly past without fear of black heads on the sea. She couldn't help admiring his courage.

The floating corpse heads sensed that someone was approaching, freed up the sea one by one and rushed towards shengwuyou.

Feng Qianwei couldn't help reminding her to be afraid and pinched a cold sweat for him.

The black hair instantly turned into a snare to trap him in the middle.

"Hum!"

Saint Wuyou snorted coldly, and the cold and fierce color floated in his eyes, and his temperament changed completely in an instant.

Mingming is still that person, still wearing a monk's robe, but he gives people the feeling that he is no longer a holy monk shrouded in the light of Buddha, but a Shura coming slowly from the sea of corpses and blood, stepping on the Manzhu shahua in full swing.

Just a back, it makes people palpitation.

"Is this... Is this really the same person?"

Qin Shu opened his mouth in shock. I can't believe that this figure is the gentle holy monk.

Around shengwuyou, those floating corpses have long been scared to fly away, like comets, smashing into the sea, even their heads dare not take one.

"Is this the real master?"

Feng Qianwei couldn't believe her eyes. She never knew that the master was so cold!