The sound was like a death sentence, slowly echoing in the air, making the warm and humid air immediately cold as iron, as if it was about to freeze.

Zhao Shenbi held the ash behind him with his backhand, and after the gray-black thunder power surged slightly, it covered it and threw it towards the big man who was also holding a knife, causing the air to explode violently.

He glanced in the other two directions, and unhurriedly took out two aura artifacts from the spatial ring, as if he was not worried that the two would be able to escape.

A blue crystal flying sword and a long whip like a fiery snake were all low-grade spiritual weapons obtained from the monks who died in his hands.

After being lightly shaken by him at this moment, under the infusion of pure and condensed aura, the flying sword and the long whip immediately burst into a surge, shooting out left and right.

After less than ten breaths, there were three screams faintly in a row from the sky, and in a flash, the three treasures returned to Zhao Shenbi's sleeve with a strong bloody aura and the storage bags of the three people.

In the Ferry Cave Mansion, those Ye Xiu, who were originally watching with a gloating expression, were silent when they saw such a terrifying scene, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

After doing all this, Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the violent murderous intent, and under the crazy surge of spiritual power in his body, the red light in his eyes faded inch by inch.

It has been three years since he swallowed the Blood Demon Essence that day and absorbed the power in it to fight Lu Di, but the backlash and impact of this Blood Demon on him has not been eliminated until now.

"I underestimated the bloody power of the Immortal Realm Immortals......" Zhao Shenbi's face turned pale, and after coughing up a mouthful of cold blood, he shook his head and muttered.

What he could be sure of was that the bloody power displayed by Chen Zhong was definitely not a technique within the Wheel Palace, not only was it bloody and domineering, but it would also have a huge distortion and impact on people's minds and physiques.

Otherwise, Zhao Shenbi would not have been swallowed up by the backlash, his hair was snow-white overnight, and even the King Kong Realm almost collapsed, and even the killing intent in his heart swelled more and more with the passage of time, and there was a faint tendency to lose his mind and fall into an evil demon.

In particular, even the way of sentient beings that he had attained by the epiphany in this life was now completely silent, but it was a little bit of the way of killing that he obtained when he was cultivating the path of Lan Ling's dual cultivation, and under the traction of this force, it became more and more revealing and condensed.

Zhao Shenbi came back from his contemplation, and was about to wave his hand to wipe away the blood dripping on the deck, when an angry voice suddenly exploded on the top of the boat, "You dare to commit murder on the old man's ferry!

An old man in linen with a yellow face and thin muscles and long limbs swept out of the cave at the top of the ferry, his eyes flashed with a thick killing intent, and he didn't have any intention of asking at all, so he directly sacrificed a bead full of rich water cloud essence and smashed it down on Zhao Shenbi's head.

It turned out to be a water attribute treasure, the pearl of heavy water.

As soon as this bead came out, the surrounding air became as heavy as a thousand pounds, although it was less than the size of a fist, it contained a force heavier than the mountains, making the deck where Zhao Shenbi was standing make an overwhelming sound, almost collapsing and collapsing.

The red light in Zhao Shenbi's eyes flashed, and the killing intent that he was about to suppress erupted like a volcano.

If it were in the past, he would not be so unscrupulous, but now that the killing intent is rising, and he is in a foreign land as a wild cultivator, he is already very angry in his heart, although he will not take the initiative to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, but as long as it provokes him, then he will not spare the slightest hand at all.

Kill it!

With another punch, the slender and sturdy arm suddenly erupted with brilliant golden light, and the power of the flesh flowed and surged like a rushing wave, forming a golden vortex on the fist, and in an instant, it locked on the pearl of heavy water where the spiritual power was relatively weak, and smashed it hard.

After a loud sound like the sky cracking and the earth cracked, the air waves swept and spread, the sea churned, the birds screamed, and even the incomparably huge ferry boat shook violently on the surface of the sea under this blow.

Zhao Shenbi's figure took seven steps back in a row, and after leaving seven deep footprints on the deck, his expression was indifferent.

And the old man, who was obviously in the middle stage of the manifestation, was a few feet upside down, and under the influence of the mind of the natal magic weapon, his complexion first became red like blood, and then turned pale.

After suppressing the tumbling qi and blood in his chest, he roared angrily, "You are not a monk of the Far Wandering Realm!

Seeing that Zhao Shenbi didn't have any intention of responding, the old man showed jealousy on his face, and said gloomily, "Old man Liubo Island Elder Fang Hui! Daoist friends broke the rules and killed people on the ferry boat on my Liubo Island, shouldn't you give the old man an explanation?"

Zhao Shenbi sneered and ignored it at all.

When the five Ye Xiu besieged and killed him, he didn't see this manifest old man who was the guard of the ferry coming out to stop him, but he appeared at this time, and he oppressed himself as Liubo Island, obviously seeing that he was just a helpless Ye Xiu, so he dared to bully people like this.

As the old man's words fell, more than a dozen black-clothed monks who traveled far away suddenly flew out of the boat, and after looking at each other for a word, their bodies spread out, and they surrounded Zhao Shenbi with a tacit understanding.

Seeing this, the old man in Mai Fang Hui became more and more imposing, and even immediately ordered someone to stop the ferry in the middle of the sea, and there was a big look like Zhao Shenbi would not want to leave here if he didn't give an explanation.

At the same time, he was also very angry in his heart, the few juniors who called themselves the "Five Murderers of the Island" dared to commit murder on this immortal ferry, robbing and killing people, naturally his acquiescence was indispensable.

After all, as the steward of this ship, after the matter is completed, he will inevitably get some quite satisfactory benefits, over the years, there have been countless wild cultivators who have died on his ship, and even some Tianjiao disciples in small sects have fallen, but they can't be held back to him, but it also makes him a lot of money.

However, today, the young man in front of him actually killed the five murderers on the island in front of him, but he didn't even have a chance to save him, how could he not be shocked and angry!

At this moment, he saw that Zhao Shenbi not only did not have any intention of giving in, but stood directly with a horizontal sword, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

His eyes flashed, and after thinking about it for a while, he was sure that he had just fought before, but it was only because he was caught off guard that he suffered a dark loss, so as soon as he made a move at this time, he directly summoned the natal war spirit.

A ten-zhang cyan sea turtle slowly gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, and under the twisting of his body, the sharp spikes like steel needles on his body also slowly rotated, and after Fang Hui shouted violently, the spikes came out of their bodies one after another, and together with the heavy water droplets, they turned into a torrential rain and hit Zhao Shenbi again.

And the dozen or so Far Traveling Realm monks saw that their elders had already made a move, although they were bitter in their hearts, they couldn't stand still in a daze, but each took out a dark yellow wooden card from their hands, and after inspiring a large array full of suppressive power, Zhao Shenbi was completely enveloped.

In the face of this overwhelming killing machine, Zhao Shenbi was also irritable and abnormal in his heart, and his killing intent was surging.

A cold smile burst out of the corner of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse, "This time, it's also your hand that moves first, so don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

He gently removed the hat, and his white hair fluttered in the sea breeze, which, together with those strange crimson pupils, made everyone's hearts tremble.

He pinched his fingers, and his voice was like thunder, "Thunderstorm!"

With the plank of the ship under Zhao Shenbi as the center, thousands of wisps of gray-black thunder power rose from the ground, turning into hideous and terrifying electric snakes, instantly biting the sharp thorns that came from the sky.

And his body was like a land tornado, and he slammed his shoulder into a traveling monk who was suppressing him in formation, knocking it into a blur of flesh and blood, and then grabbed the storage bag on his waist.

Yu Shen didn't need Zhao Shenbi to urge, so he turned into a wild dragon with a sharp heart, and immediately blocked the heavy water droplets that were smashed by the agitated air.

An extremely bad premonition appeared in Fang Hui's heart, and the image of the white-haired young man seemed to faintly coincide with a person who was circulating in rumors.

The head has white hair, scarlet eyes, hangs a long knife, is good at thunder, and has a huge demon pet.

As if to confirm Fang Hui's thoughts, a behemoth that seemed to cover the shadow of the sun rose from the sea, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and swallowed his giant tortoise war spirit into its stomach in one gulp.

Fang Hui spurted out a mouthful of blood, trembling all over, his eyes were about to split, and he stared at the white-haired young man in front of him.

Zhao Shenbi raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smiled slightly, "Have you ever heard my name?"

On the ferry, a frightened scream suddenly sounded.

"White-haired ghost!"

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