As time passed, the picture of the vast sea that greeted Ji Scar's eyes became closer and closer, and at the same time, Ji Scar's eyebrows became more and more wrinkled for some reason as he got closer and closer, and his heart was once again filled with ominous premonitions for no reason.

It's just that after the vision is broadened, the sea in Ji Zhen's eyes is different from the memory of when he followed his grandfather to the eight-sided exquisite March.

The blue sea in the original memory turned gray and black at this time, and there was no magnificent picture of the white waves rolling, only a lifeless and depressing atmosphere.

It wasn't until a pillar of incense behind a pillar of incense that an island standing above the sea appeared in Ji Zhen's eyes that the ominous premonition in his heart for no reason came to an abrupt end, just because a vague figure suddenly appeared in the void above the island in the distance in his eyes.

The distance is still far away, the vision is not clear, and he can only vaguely see that the figure is extremely blurred, let alone tell who it is, but at this moment, Ji Zhen is very sure in his heart who that figure is, maybe it comes from the perception in the depths of his soul, or it may come from the resonance in the bloodline.

Ji Zhen's eyes were red in an instant, but his expression was extremely excited, and then he shouted loudly: Grandpa!

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In the north-central direction, where the continent is different from the extreme north, where the ice and snow have been wild all year round, the bright moon is in the sky, and under the bright moon there is a sea that is completely different from the majestic giant wave landscape of the East China Sea.

The sea seems to come from the sky, but at the same time it emits an extremely pungent smell of sand, and when you look at the sea from a distance by the moonlight, you can only see a turbidity, the sea is calm but the sand is tumbling and the waves are turbulent, which is completely different from the calm on the surface.

This sea is the North Sea of the four seas of the continent.

At this moment, there is silence on the North Sea, there are no waves, no waves, no boats, and there is not a trace of people on the coast of the North Sea, but in the middle of the whole North Sea, there is an extremely simple wooden house, built in the air.

No one knows how the hut hangs over the North Sea, and no one knows if there are people in it, and if so, who?

The lonely wooden house is suspended above the silent North Sea, and it looks extremely eerie, as if there is land under the wooden house.

And at this moment, there was silence, and even the sound of a pin drop came from the North Sea with a creak.

Then the door to the hut opened.

The door was not opened by himself, but was gently pushed open, by a thin boy who looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old.

The young man was delicate, wearing an old gray shirt, with a pair of eyes as clear as the lake, but his face was extremely pale, and his thin figure gave people a feeling of illness.

But this boy has a pair of slender hands that are impeccably perfect.

The gray-shirted young man pushed open the door and walked out of the wooden house, and then stood on the North Sea in the air, with the turbid sea under his feet, but the gray-shirted young man walked on the ground, raised his head slightly, and looked at the bright moon in the sky with his eyes.

Suddenly, for some reason, the gray-shirted young man who had just walked out of the wooden house suddenly took a few steps backwards and returned to the wooden house, but this time he did not walk in plainly, but directly crashed into the wooden house.

With a bang, the gray-shirted young man came out of the wooden house again after crashing into the wooden house, and also did not walk out of the door, but broke out of the wall from the back of the wooden house, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the wooden house, crumbling.

The gray-shirted boy staggered, struggled to stop his backward figure, and almost fell into the North Sea, where scarlet blood was already dripping from the corners of his mouth, as if it was endless.

The gray-shirted young man didn't care about the series of strange things that happened to him and the blood at the corners of his mouth, he didn't pay attention to it, his eyes looked at the crumbling wooden house with a helpless expression, and he shook his head.

Then he looked down at his chest, and at this time, the gray-shirted young man frowned slightly.

I saw that the clothes on his chest had been torn, and at the same time, his pale chest had become scarlet, and there was a shocking blood hole on it, and the white ribs could be seen in the depths.

After a moment, the gray-shirted young man retracted his gaze, raised his head, and looked back at the bright moon above the night sky, as if the physical injury did not make him feel a trace of pain.

After a while, the gray-shirted young man's lips moved slightly, looked at the sky and the moon, and muttered as if talking to himself: One finger is enough?

It's really not wrong, you're very strong, even if you have lost all your cultivation realm, you can still be very strong, but you're already in the game, and I can't play with you for a few days in the future, I'm honored.

Between the words, the gray-shirted young man bent his legs slightly, bent over, and sat cross-legged on the surface of the North Sea, looking excited, and whispering without knowing what to say.

At the same time, the slender hands of the gray-shirted young man kept changing and pinching, and countless dark blue silk threads that looked like fishing lines appeared from all around his body.

Criss-crossed like a spider web, centered on the gray-shirted boy, it continues to spread and elongate, as if it is about to reach the sky and catch the bright moon.

Gradually, these countless dark blue silk threads seemed to have a pattern, rushing towards a place side by side, the picture was extremely regrettable but there was no sound, and the place where these countless silk threads rushed was the east, the east of the North Sea, the east of the continent......

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East China Sea

The white waves were unusual, blue and magnificent, and at dawn in the early morning, the sun was rising in the east and was gray and black, lifeless.

On the East China Sea, on an isolated island the size of a small country, there is no one on it, on the contrary, there are many people living on it.

But at this moment, everyone on the island is like a walking corpse, motionless, with empty and blank eyes.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, countless dark blue silk threads rushed in, sweeping and covering the sky and the sun.

Countless threads came to a sudden halt over the island, and after a while, they rushed straight to the top of the island like a hungry wolf and a tiger seeing a delicious prey.

It disappeared into it with lightning speed, disappeared above everyone's heads, and then an even more bizarre scene occurred, and all the people who had been motionless on the island before moved after the silk thread entered the top of their heads.

At first, he was sluggish, his limbs stiff, and he looked like a puppet with all his hands on it.

But after less than a few breaths, everyone on the island turned back to normal, their limbs were no longer stiff, their movements were not slow, everything was the same as a normal person, they began to talk, they began to chat, and the island was suddenly bustling.

In the center of the island, in the grand hall like the imperial palace, unlike the outside world, the one-armed twilight man and the man in the yellow robe have also returned to normal, but the two are still silent, and the hall is still dead silent.

But at this moment, the twilight man's body suddenly shook for some reason, and the next moment he saw that his figure had already left the main hall, out of the island, and stood in the void.

In the distance, a boat slowly approached the island, and at the same time there was a faint shout, Grandpa!