The Wu clone, Sibed, the underworld elves and Gu Laojiu, after saying goodbye to Shi Potian, they came out of the "drunken sunset". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shi Potian led the men out of the wine shop, and watched the group go away until he walked out of the White Banner Gate, Shi Potian was still standing at the door of the "Drunken Sunset", with deep eyes.

Along the way, many ghost cultivators in Hades Town who heard the news ran out to see them off, and the Wu clan clones and others hugged their fists to thank the people who saw them off.

Along the way, the moment he passed through the White Banner Gate, the Wu clone once again felt the ripples in the space.

However, the situation of being swept by the divine sense never appeared again, and after he lowered his head and muttered for a few breaths, he flew out of Hades Town first.

The mighty send-off procession followed for a long time, and hundreds of miles away, the Wu clan clone clasped his fists at everyone and shouted:

"Fellow Daoists, please go back, we are destined, and we will meet again..."

So, all the ghost cultivators turned back one after another, and the Wu clan clone and his group, under the guidance of Gu Laojiu, flew towards the east quickly.

The topography and landform of the Huangquan Continent are not much different from other realms, there are still mountains, rivers, grasslands, and forests here...

But it also has its own characteristics that distinguish it from others, that is, it is full of gray tones, and there is a black or gray color everywhere, and the main color is like dead gray.

Perhaps, this is the case in the entire Huangquan Realm, which is related to the fact that the vast majority of monks here are ghost cultivators, and the body of ghost cultivators will naturally have much less vitality.

The spiritual roots and grass plants on the Huangquan Continent also look gray and white on the surface, lacking a bit of agility, and they are very unlush.

Gu Laojiu was obviously very familiar with the Huangquan Continent, and under his guidance, the routes taken by several people were extremely secluded, but the risks were not very high.

The Wu clone, Sibed, the Underworld Elves, and Gu Laojiu and their group, after flying for hundreds of hours, came to a wide river.

"Tianshui River..."

Standing by the turbulent river, Gu Laojiu muttered in his mouth, and the Wu clan clone and the others also carefully looked at the river in front of them, it was really wide, no less than the Lechuan River.

Its momentum is also a bit like the Lechuan River, there is nothing above, but unlike the Lechuan River, there is not a boat in the Tianshui River.

In the middle of the river, there were a few sparse black spots, which were swept by the divine sense, and it was the boats that crossed the river, and it seemed that the river was not a dead end.

The only way to cross the Tianshui River is the sparse ferries in the river, and at this moment, such a ferry is moored on the bank of the Tianshui River.

The ferry, which looked small, like a long and narrow leaf, had a strangely long mast erected in the center of the boat, and a black-faced man sat upright in the bow, which seemed to be the boatman.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen monks sitting in the boat, but the boatman was still waiting quietly, and when he saw the four people standing on the shore, the boatman turned his face and asked loudly:

"To sit or not to sit? Ten spirit stones per person, after coming up, immediately set sail. ”

Ten spirit stones to cross the river once, but the cost is not low, and many monks on the boat also turned their faces to look at the four of them, with a light of anticipation in their eyes, it seems that they have been waiting on the boat for a long time.

"Sit, sit, sit, of course sit, grandpa has a spirit stone..."

Gu Laojiu's loud voice was shouting, and he had already rushed over, stretched out his hand and took out forty spirit stones, and flicked them to the boatman.

The boatman stretched out his hand like lightning, and instantly grabbed the spirit stone in his hand, and without seeing any movement he used, the spirit stone was put away.

The witch clone's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped talking, and after he turned his head to look at Sibed and the spirit of the underworld, he also flew over.

Sibede and the Underworld Elves looked calm, followed Gu Laojiu and the Wu clan clone, and also got on the boat one after another.

After the four of them had just gained a foothold, the boatman's body immediately bounced up lightly, and when he raised his hand, there was an extraordinarily long pole in his hand.

This long pole seems to be his oar, the whole body is green, it is actually a medium-grade spiritual treasure, the boat is all monks, are people who know the goods, many people's mouths, can not help but "tsk" amazement.

The black-faced boatman skillfully fiddled with the long pole in his hand, thrust it into the river, and with the strength of his arms, he drew a perfect arc, and the narrow boat turned around, quickly turned around, and floated quickly towards the center of the river.

The direction of the boat was not directly opposite the bank, but diagonally downstream, anyway, the spirit stone had been given, as long as it reached the other side of the river smoothly, many monks closed their eyes and began to cultivate quietly.

The Wu clone kept his eyes wide open, staring at the boatman's movements, his eyes thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Tianshui River seems to be calm on the surface, but it seems to be turbulent below, and before it reaches the middle of the river, the hull of the boat has begun to shake from side to side.

Many of the monks opened their eyes to look at the boatman, and then at the calm river, and the turbulence of the hull became more and more violent.

At this time, there is no shore in sight, and there is no shore in sight, and as far as the eye can see, there are slight ripples on the surface of the water.

Just as everyone was exerting their magic power to fight against the bump of the ship, the witch clone suddenly stood up, and with a broken cry in his mouth:

"Hugh away!"

Many of the monks on the ship had already discovered the clues, and those monks who had not paid attention turned their heads when they heard that they had stopped drinking, only to see that the bow of the ship was empty.

Boatman, gone! Where did he go?!

Everyone heard the sound of water, and it seemed impossible to fall into the water, only the Wu clone and a few monks saw the mystery before and after.

It turned out that less than a breath ago, the boatman suddenly put away the long pole in his hand, and his body immediately floated up from the penetration, and suddenly became like a thin thread, and jumped into the river.

The Wu clone kept staring at him closely, only to see that his body seemed to dissolve into a river, and disappeared in an instant.

This strange scene made the Wu clan clone, who already had an ominous premonition, suddenly feel bad, and the bloody blade in his hand was immediately sacrificed, and he quickly slashed it in the direction of the boat's entry into the water.

The Bloody Blade slashed a red light, and after a quick slash through the river, it didn't make a splash. The traces of the bloody blade cutting in the water are clearly visible, but the boatman is really gone.

At this time, all the monks on the boat had already sensed that something was wrong, and they all quickly stood up, and looked vigilantly at the surface of the river, not knowing what would happen next.

Just when the Wu clan clone had just withdrawn the blood blade, the boat under his feet suddenly shook violently, and the long and narrow boat immediately had the potential to capsize.

"Not good!"

The Wu clone screamed badly, and his mind flashed, and he had already guessed who the boat family was in an instant.

On this day, they can't touch the water of the river, once they get wet, they will be scattered, and at this time, the boat under their feet has been erected...