The sun is shining high, and the golden sunlight flows like water on the sparkling sea, making the sea glow with a warm golden color, which is breathtaking.

On the edge of a vast continent called "Tian Yuan", countless islands are dotted, and the immortal ferries full of aura are like merchant ships that come and go from secular mortals, constantly passing between the continent and the islands.

What's more, they ride the wind and waves, like a sharp arrow, straight into the depths of the sea, and go to the sea where the kraken is rampant and the fog is heavy.

At this moment, on a ship about dozens of zhang long, milky white with a faint aura, a group of monks dressed as wild cultivators stood on the bow of the ship, constantly looking at a white-haired young man next to the mast.

The middle-aged sallow-faced Taoist priest said, "A few Taoist friends, do you really see clearly?"

When the pock-faced young man beside him heard this, he immediately rubbed his hands and said: "Zhang Daoyou, Peng Daoyou and I can see it with our own eyes, this kid took out a second-grade pill from the storage bag and took it, and looking at his appearance, there must be a lot of it on his body!"

As soon as the words "Second Grade Pill" came out, the five wild cultivators immediately showed fiery colors, and the eyes of the white-clothed young man were already filled with strong greed and killing intent.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest hesitated slightly, and said with some suspicion: "This person can't be those sect Tianjiao who travel alone." Even if not, this person seems to be somewhat similar to the 'white-haired ghost' that has been rumored to be in a bit of a hurry recently?"

As soon as they heard the white-haired ghost, the five of them immediately shivered.

But after a while, one of them, who had been silent and carrying a long knife, snorted coldly, "If it is really the Tianjiao of the sect, how can he risk his life to hunt demon beasts like me and other wild cultivators? Moreover, if you get a white hair casually, you will really become that famous white-haired ghost, and I will get one another day!"

After the yellow-faced Taoist priest was ridiculed so unceremoniously, he showed a little displeasure, but he quickly suppressed it.

He sighed, "It's the poor road who is too careful. Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the case, the white-haired ghost is said to have hunted more than hundreds of third-order sea beasts, at least a senior in the middle stage of the manifestation, and this kid is only in the late stage of travel, and the five of us will definitely be able to catch him when they deal with him. However, now that he is on the ship, he must move quickly! and afterwards, I am afraid that he will inevitably share thirty percent of the harvest to honor the senior of the Manifestation Realm guard on the ship. ”

The pock-faced young man sneered, and said murderously: "Since this is the case, then wait for a hammer to kill him!"

As soon as these words came out, the five of them glanced at each other, and then showed a smile of understanding, and the murderous intent in their eyes skyrocketed.

Although there was still a little uneasiness in his heart for no reason, he was still overwhelmed by the strong greed, and the five of them walked towards the young man with fierce eyes, and faintly pulled and scattered, forming an encirclement trend.

On the deck, some monks who were looking out from afar in the wind, after seeing the famous "Five Evils of the Island" set out together, quickly disappeared into their respective caves, gloating at the young man who was about to be in trouble.

However, the white-haired young man still looked indifferent, wearing a hat and carrying a long knife on his back, and looked motionless at the sea, not knowing whether he was not aware of this scene at all, or if there was another reason.

This white-haired young man is Zhao Shenbi.

After he set off from the Tianhe Continent that day, he went all the way to the neighboring continent, and it took him three years without stopping, and he didn't know how many krakens he had killed and how many hardships he had gone through before he arrived at this other continent called "Tian Yuan".

In this way, if you want to travel to the Central World at this speed, I am afraid that even if it takes thousands of years, it will be far away. Therefore, Zhao Shenbi simply stayed on this continent, firstly, to find some large ferries across the continent, and secondly, by constantly hunting the Kraken Sea Beasts and stripping the Inner Dan and the body, in exchange for some spirit stones for boating.

However, today, as soon as he returned from hunting demon beasts in the West Sea, he was about to go to an island called "Pearl" to sell, when he was targeted by these wild cultivators who traveled far away.

Zhao Shenbi didn't care at all about the continuous approach of the five people and the spiritual weapons quietly sacrificed in his hands, but his eyes flashed red, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now that Sumeru is asleep, he is anxious about the matter of the spirit stone. The five people wanted to kill people and plunder goods and salvage a sum from him, so why didn't he have a mentality of waiting for the rabbit?

In these years, it is difficult to live well, but it is very easy to find death.

"This fellow Daoist, the poor Daoist sees that you are very kind-faced, I don't know which island you are from?" The yellow-faced Taoist priest stepped in, his face full of spring breeze, if it weren't for the fact that a small sword in his sleeve that was urged to the extreme was ready to go, I am afraid that he really looked like a friend who asked for warmth.

Seeing that the white-haired young man did not have the slightest defense, the yellow-faced Taoist priest already sneered in his heart, he was able to be the leader of the "Island Five Murderers", not only by virtue of his cultivation in the late stage of the long journey, but also by relying on the ruthless methods and rich fighting experience of the mountain and the wild cultivator, he could lead the other four people to survive and take food from the tiger's mouth.

Now that he had come within a foot of the young man, he was already a dead man.

At the same time, while he was speaking, Zhao Shenbi roared out in four directions, front and back, left and right, and under the crazy urging of the aura, four bright and clear spiritual weapons that exuded a strong aura broke out of the air, setting off a sharp sonic boom, and stabbed towards Zhao Shenbi's various vital places in an extremely tricky manner.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest saw that the white-haired young man was about to turn around, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant, revealing a trace of hideous color, and he shouted violently: "Disease!"

However, before the small white sword flew out of his sleeve, the yellow-faced Taoist priest felt as if the sea of consciousness was about to explode, and his heart was filled with endless coldness and fear.

A cold, devoid gaze locked on him.

This gaze is extremely indifferent and ruthless, with a strong killing intent and brutal killing intent, and even full of a vicious aura that will naturally arise because there is too much killing in his hands.

It's like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At this moment, the yellow-faced Taoist priest did not hesitate in his heart under a strong sense of life and death, and hurriedly urged the small sword to slash towards the middle of Zhao Shenbi's eyebrows, but he slammed on the ground under his feet and retreated wildly behind his back.

As for the lives and deaths of the four companions, it was not within his consideration.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest lifted a cyan light under his feet, like a swift breeze, and he was about to leave the ferry and disappear into the sky.

The corners of his mouth were showing a smug look, and a long knife that was pitch black all over, but revealed a strange red color, instantly pierced his heart.

He looked down at his left chest, his expression horrified and desperate, apparently completely unaware of how the knife had penetrated into his body.

An unprecedented pain exploded from the yellow-faced Taoist priest's body, and under a strange suction and withering power, he didn't have time to make any resistance, and his essence and blood were devoured, and even the powerful spirit of the distant monk withered and dissipated in an instant.

In a breath, the form and spirit are destroyed.

The long knife rolled around the storage bag on the waist of the yellow-faced Taoist priest and flashed back, and fell back on Zhao Shenbi's back.

And those four fierce and abnormal attacks came in a hurry.

Zhao Shenbi didn't even glance at the four magic weapons that broke through the air, and casually pinched the small sword that slashed towards the center of his eyebrows in his hand, and after throwing it into the big sleeve, in the incredulous frightened gaze of the pock-faced young man, he instantly approached his figure.

A punch is delivered.

There are no fancy tricks and brilliant moves, just an ordinary punch, but it contains a terrifying and fierce killing intent.

The air whirls and collapses.

A dull explosion exploded in the air, and the pock-faced young man who was already in the middle of the long journey didn't have time to show any means of defense, so he was blasted into a blood mist!

After Zhao Shenbi put away the storage bag in an instant, he turned his head to look at the other three, and there was not the slightest fluctuation on his cold and bewildering face, as if he had pinched an ant to death.

The red light in his eyes grew thicker, and the killing intent in his heart surged.

The other three Ye Xiu saw that not only did they fail to achieve success, but they were completely killed by the white-haired young man before they could breathe, and the fear in their hearts exploded like cannonballs, and their hairs stood on end, and they were almost frightened.

The young figure with red eyes and white hair suddenly became like a bloodthirsty demon god in his eyes.

After a terrible scream, the three of them didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, not hesitating to damage the Dao Ji, turning into three extremely fast rays of light, shooting in three different directions to escape.

Zhao Shenbi sneered, his voice was cold and hoarse, "If you want to run now, isn't it too late?"

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