The endless South China Sea is turbulent, the sea is surging, and the sky is a little gloomy, today is a sunny day, but there are countless clouds surging over the South China Sea, which are dark and gloomy, making people feel unreasonably depressed.

The high-ranking monks all levitated their means of transportation above the southernmost part of the South China Sea, and as far as the eye could see, the sea water was like a tide, as if it wanted to surge towards the sky, and the water splashed in all directions, as if countless water splashes had bloomed, although it was beautiful, it made people feel strange and uneasy.

The disciples of the sect and the family inevitably gave a few more instructions, they did not move, Qian Zhenyan and these little monks in the foundation building period naturally did not dare to move, they could only hang in the air in the South China Sea, and looked down one after another.

Behind Qian Zhenyan, Nangong Qi, Nangong Chen, and Shu Yinhua stood side by side, obviously in a group with her, and the other foundation building monks also formed their own teams with the disciples of their own sects and families, and there were also some people who each chose to rely on, but it was obvious that no one came to her side, who made her just a casual cultivator, or a violent casual cultivator.

The scene of Hou Ziyin's tragic death left an unforgettable shadow in the hearts of these people, so they all decisively chose not to cling to this girl who looked cold and always had a blank face.

Of course, Qianzhen Yan wished that no one would follow her, or that it would be best for her to go alone, but she had promised Nangong Chen before, and Su Yinhua had a friend relationship with her, so she couldn't refuse.

In fact, most of the foundation building monks chose to come voluntarily, not because they were not afraid of death and greedy for a great opportunity, but because they were old and had low understanding, and they were not very valued in the sect and family, rather than suffering in the cultivation realm. It's better to come and look for opportunities and creation, maybe the god of fate suddenly favors them and allows them to get a treasure that quickly improves their cultivation. Hope is better than nothing.

Among the high-ranking monks, a middle-aged man dressed in an incomparably complicated black robe, waved his big hand, and said loudly, "Children in the foundation building period, you can go in, I wish you a smooth journey." Triumphant return. ”

Qian Zhenyan couldn't help but roll her eyes, but for this kind of high-level cultivator, regardless of age, cultivation alone. Aren't they just children?

Someone jumped into the sea first, and the sound of puff and puff was endless, Qian Zhenyan was not in a hurry, anyway, this kind of thing was not in a hurry. With the previous experience of searching for treasure in the body of the nine-tailed centipede. She felt that the more she entered, the faster she would die, so she should wait for others to explore the path first.

Of course, those who go first may find the treasure first, but what is the Nanhai Liuli Palace? How can there be a lot of treasures spilled outside waiting for someone to pick up? She felt that there were more dangers than opportunities.

She didn't move, and the three people behind her naturally didn't move, and among the Zhuji monks who jumped down in front of her, she actually saw a few acquaintances, such as Cai Zhengcheng and Hao Xinyi. Both of them followed Qiu Yazhu, too. People belong to a sect, so of course they must be firmly embraced. Zhu Shihan, although the disciples of the Earth Vein Sect also followed her, she always stood far away with the appearance of letting you fend for yourself, and jumped down first, not saying hello to others at all.

Cai Shuyi of the Chinese Sect glanced at Qian Zhenyan defiantly, and jumped into the water with the disciples of their sect.

That amorous Mo Heze actually jumped into the water with more than a hundred female monks, and these female cultivators were all good, which made Qianzhenyan's face pale.

Qiu asked if he was closer to her, and nodded at her before going into the water.

Ling Guangmu, who was hiding a monster, also nodded at her and jumped into the water, with a chic posture, which attracted the eyes of many female cultivators.

In the team on the Central Plains side, the young man in the dark green brocade robe before still threw a hateful glance at her, and she immediately guessed that this kid was from the Han family in the Central Plains, and hated herself because Leng Feiyan killed their genius, but it didn't matter, she wasn't scared.

There was also a young man in a silver robe, smiling at him from a distance, judging from his dress and temperament, he should be a disciple of Xuantian Sect, because he had the most monks behind him, Xuantian Sect was the first major sect in the Central Plains, and those scattered cultivators were naturally willing to follow him, and it was good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

In view of Leng Feiyan, Qian Zhenyan also smiled at him kindly, anyway, we have to meet after entering, so I am not in a hurry to ask the name.

After waiting for two-thirds of the monks, Qian Zhenyan jumped into the water unhurriedly, and the three people behind immediately followed, and all four of them took out the water-avoiding beads they had prepared before, and opened up a waterway all the way down the waterway.

The figures in front of them are all shaking, although the sea looks fierce, but they are all people with cultivation, they are not so easily swept away by the waves, but the speed of progress is much slower.

The deeper you dive into the depths of the seabed, the more you feel that the water pressure increases, the sea water turns from blue to blue, and countless sea creatures flock to it, for fear of being caught by these human races as food.

After about a day, a group of blood-red corals gradually appeared in the depths of the blue water, layered on top of each other, as bewitching as blood, and the corals were swaying slightly with the flow of the seawater, like a sea of flowers swaying in the wind, which made people sigh and be frightened. Passing through the large corals, I saw a huge black whirlpool in front of me, which had been spinning rapidly, stirring the nearby sea water to surge wildly, and ordinary people would be turned into ashes if they were hit by these crazy sea waters.

Many monks stopped in front of the whirlpool, no one dared to try it easily, many disciples who explored the path before fell into this whirlpool, who was not afraid?

However, it is impossible to see the Liuli Palace without passing through this whirlpool, even if you are afraid, you have to go in, at this time, the young man in the dark green brocade robe in the Central Plains said coldly to the monk behind him, "You still don't go in, do you still wait for Young Master Ben to advance?" ”

The faces of the monks were gloomy, but there was no way, who made Han Fengyang the youngest son of the patriarch, how could they, the monks of the Han family or the monks who depended on the Han family to survive, dare to provoke? So, two monks rushed into the whirlpool together, but one was strangled by the whirlpool on the spot, and the flesh flew so that he didn't even scream, but the other disappeared, and I don't know whether he entered the world in the whirlpool or died silently.

Many people have changed their faces, isn't this equivalent to betting on luck?

Han Fengyang didn't speak, but turned his gaze to the rest of the people, and two more monks came out of the crowd, both of them were older, and it was estimated that the Han family had been cultivating for many years and could not break through the foundation building period, so they came to the South China Sea to gamble. The two men were smarter, and they propped up a shield and tentatively approached the whirlpool.

As before, both monks were strangled, but this time one let out a scream, only to be swallowed up by the sea in an instant.

Qian Zhenyan's face also changed now, this whirlpool is too domineering, right? And there is no pattern to follow at all, is it really luck? couldn't help but quietly ask Sansheng, but Sansheng was silent and didn't answer, but Huo Lingzhu was more angry, and said coldly, "The little foundation building monk still dares to go to the undersea whirlpool, don't you know that this is the passage laid by the nobles under the sea with great mana?" However, after many years, it has long lost its power, otherwise you would not want to get close to it thousands of miles away. ”

"I'm asking you how to get in." Qian Zhenyan pretended not to hear its contempt and said calmly.

"It's not that I can't help it, I can take you in in a shapeshift."

"Then take the three of them."

"That's a lot to ask for." The Fire Spirit Bead is on fire, but there is no way, they have already made a contract, and they still have to rely on Qianzhen Yan to improve their cultivation in order to improve their realm.

So, after countless monks explored the way to death, and three-tenths of the monks stepped into the passage, Qian Zhenyan let the fire spirit bead turn into a circular light shield to cover the four of them, and then swooped into the whirlpool, and the rest of the monks didn't see what was going in at all, they only felt that the red light flashed, and there was nothing.

A pitch-black, extremely depressing and suffocating passage appeared in front of the four people, and the fire spirit bead had returned to Qian Zhenyan's body, making the other three people think that it was some kind of treasure brought by Qian Zhenyan, although they were hot, they didn't have any crooked thoughts, and they couldn't win against others, and their strength was there. Second, the more treasures Qianzhen Yan has, the safer they will be with them.

This passage is very strange, sometimes calm and sometimes distorted, Qian Zhenyan felt that he had walked for a long time and still hadn't walked out, so he paused and first released his divine sense to explore the way, but what he found was nothing but darkness or darkness, and he didn't know what was ahead, whether there was an exit and light. But there is a great sense of oppression in this passage, and the confined cultivation released by Sansheng when he was in the Holy Mountain is a kind of breath, no wonder the monks above the foundation can't come in, mainly because there are forbidden things in this whirlpool, which may be runes, or what kind of treasure, but it is not something that they can get with this kind of cultivation.

"Sister Qian, we won't be trapped inside all the time and can't get out, right?" Nangong Chen's voice trembled slightly, it was really a pot that could not be opened, Su Yinhua and Nangong Qi glared at him at the same time.

"No," Qian Zhenyan didn't know whether to comfort him or comfort herself, and took out a night pearl to light the way, but this passage is not a real passage, and it can't illuminate anything, even the four walls are dark, but no one dares to reach out and touch what the four walls are made of, and the tragic situation of the monk who was strangled at the entrance of the whirlpool before is still vivid.

After walking forward for a long time, Qian Zhenyan felt a faint aura, and when she realized that there was finally a way out, she was overjoyed and quickened her pace.

But for some reason, they didn't meet a single monk along the way, and I don't know if the vortex would automatically isolate other people, anyway, it was very weird.

The passage finally came to an end, and large expanses of blood-colored corals appeared in the extreme darkness, and these corals were automatically windless, and they looked a little seeping.

The surroundings were quiet, and the sea seemed to be still, making people suspect that this was not the bottom of the sea at all, just a dark space.

But the four of them know very well in their hearts that this is the bottom of the South China Sea, and after this piece of coral, there may be the legendary Liuli Palace, the former residence of the merman. (To be continued.) )