Wu Mian snorted angrily at Xu Fu, then turned his head to look at the 'Qiu Wuzhen' on the opposite big boat and said, "Wait for me, you have been waiting for hundreds of years, and it is not bad for this ......moment" As he spoke, Wu Mian's body rose into the air and slowly flew above a sea where there was no big ship docked. Then, the white-haired man 'sit' on the surface of the sea. Looking at the full moon that had just been transformed by the imprisoned dragon in a daze, it was as if there was still something that had not been figured out, and he was looking for a quiet place to think slowly.

At this time, the imprisoned dragon had been rescued from the sea by his fellow disciples. Just now, he was careless at the bottom of the sea for a while, and he had already woken up at this time. Until now, he thought that his magic was above this white-haired man, and he was annoyed by the carelessness just now. Seeing Wu Mian reappearing, he was looking at the moon above his head in a demented manner, and he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart at the moment.

Fortunately, the imprisoned dragon still knew the depths, and at the moment he quietly walked to his master's side, although he didn't speak, but he already had the intention of asking his master for instructions to do it. At this time, 'Qiu Wuzhen' was also wondering why Wu Mian, who had disappeared for a moment, seemed to be a different person, just that moment of kung fu, what happened?

At that moment, 'Qiu Wuzhen' nodded at his disciple. After receiving the master's instructions, the imprisoned dragon sneered, and finally swung his arms to control the wind control technique. Drew the dark clouds in the distance and covered the moon above Wu Mian's head.

"You're really boring...... Seeing that the moon was gone, Wu Mian was still staring at the sky. The imprisoned dragon flew directly in front of Wu Mian with the help of the Wind Resisting Technique, and did not dare to kill directly at first, but just tentatively urged the spell on the white-haired man sitting on the sea, and sprayed the extremely hot spell just now towards Wu Mian.

Until this time, Wu Mian still didn't seem to feel it. Allowing this power to hit his body, the skin hit by the spell was instantly scorched, and even the big boats of 'Qiu Wuzhen' and Xu Fu could smell the smell of burnt flesh.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Seeing that Wu Mian didn't let Ren He dodge and block his body's movements, the imprisoned dragon's heart felt a burst of remorse. If you used all your strength directly just now, the two Wu Mian also turned into a cloud of smoke. At that moment, he no longer hesitated to put the palms of his two hands together, and pushed them in the direction of Wu Mian. A crimson light shot out from the palm of the imprisoned dragon's hand, and as long as Wu Mian touched it a little, it would instantly turn into steam and dissipate into the air.

Seeing his spell unleashed, Wu Mian still didn't have the slightest intention of dodging. At the moment, the imprisoned dragon's heart was secretly happy: there is! The white-haired man was dead. But as soon as this thought came to him, a drastic change suddenly occurred in front of his eyes. At this moment, the positions of Prison Long and Wu Mian were reversed. The imprisoned dragon stood where Wu Mian was before, and the red light that had just been emitted actually hit his own body, and a miserable cry appeared from the imprisoned dragon's mouth, and almost no Ren He struggled. The screaming had not stopped, and he himself had turned into a cloud of mist. Then the imprisoned dragon had just used the Wind Resisting Technique to blow away the mist.

At this time, not only the people on the 'Qiu Wuzhen' ship, but even the people on Xu Fu's ship were stunned. Except for Xu Fu and 'Qiu Wuzhen' and a few others, they didn't know what was going on. Wu Mian obviously didn't do anything just now, why did the positions of the two of them switch instantly? How does a white-haired man do it......

"Migration Phantom Technique......" Seeing his disciple turn into a cloud of smoke, 'Qiu Wuzhen' lightly jumped from the deck to the sea. He stepped on the sea water step by step in the direction of Wu Mian, and continued to say to the white-haired man who was still looking up at the sky as he walked: "I don't know what Xu Fu did to you, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you leave your life behind and bury the dragon with you. ”

When he said this, 'Qiu Wuzhen' had already walked halfway to Wu Mian. At this moment, the huge figure like a god on his body appeared again, and at this time, Wu Mian finally came back to his senses, turned his head to look at 'Qiu Wuzhen', and said, "Are you really in such a hurry?" When a person dies and becomes a ghost, what do you become when your consciousness dies......"

"People die and become ghosts? I'll make you turn straight into nothingness! "'Qiu Wuzhen' yelled, then waved his hand at Wu Mian's position, and the figure of the Heavenly God behind him rushed towards Wu Mian. At the same time, Wu Mian was still saying, "Wait a little longer......"

Before Wu Mian's words fell, the figure of the gods had already arrived in front of him. raised his fist and hit Wu Mian's body, and after a muffled sound, Wu Mian didn't have time to dodge, and his body had been beaten out from afar. Before the white-haired man could fall from the sky, the figure of the Heavenly God had already teleported to the place where Wu Mian was about to fall. The moment the white-haired man fell, the figure of the gods struck again, knocking Wu Mian, who was completely defenseless, into the air.

Several times in a row, the shadow of the gods knocked Wu Mian out several times. The people who let Xu Fu wait to see how the white-haired man shined were very disappointed, and it seemed that the reason why 'Qiu Wuzhen' didn't kill him immediately was to torture and kill Wu Mian and avenge his disciple called Prison Dragon.

Among all the people present, except for Xu Fu, who still remained calm, only He Chong was on the big boat, and there was no unexpected change in the appearance of the landlord. The two of them who had no magic could no longer see what was going on on the sea in the distance, except for a few vague glances at the pergola with their hands, they listened to the extremely good-eyed Bai Wuqiu telling Wu Mian in the distance, and the process of being beaten away by the figure of the gods again and again: "Uncle Xiao was beaten away...... It's going to fall...... It was sent flying again, this time far away...... It was knocked away again. The surname Qiu! If you have the ability, you let him fall down and fight again, can't you? ”

"If your uncle falls, it may not be who will be beaten." He smiled and glanced at the landlord Ji Gao, who also had no surprised expression. After a pause, he said to the landlord: "I can't imagine how the landlord cares about Wu Mian, I knew this, I should have persuaded him in the first place and showed mercy to the other landlord." At the very least, keep his face. ”

"That's another fate for me, even if Wu Mian doesn't do it, his face can't be saved." The landlord turned his head and smiled at Gui Bugui, and then he continued: "But Mr. Gui still misunderstood, although I also care about Wu Mian, but I still care a little more about 'Qiu Wuzhen's divine sense." My consciousness also wanders in the distance, watching it work for the Being. Heart to heart, I'm still a little worried about its ......"

As the landlord spoke, one of the sailors who was also standing on the deck watching the bustle glanced at him, intentionally or unintentionally. But after this glance, the sailor immediately turned his gaze to the distance, and no longer had any contact with the landlord.

It was at this time that the battle in the distance took on a new twist. Wu Mian had already lost count of the first time he had been hit into the air by the Celestial Figure, and at this time, 'Qiu Wuzhen' also seemed to be tired of this game, and his mouth trembled slightly as if he had said something. At that moment, the huge figure was not in the position where Wu Mian was about to fall. Instead, he watched the white-haired man fall into the sea, and then slowly walked towards the location where Wu Mian fell into the sea. At the same time as the figure walked over, ripples like waves appeared on its huge body, and when it reached Wu Mian's landing position four or five feet, the figure's whole body was already rippled with this kind of ripples, and then it began to gather on its hands.

At this time, Wu Mian had already crawled out of the sea. He staggered as he looked at the figures of the gods getting closer and closer, and said in his characteristic tone, "Okay, almost." I said wait a minute, but you don't seem to be waiting, are you......"

As Wu Mian spoke, the figure of the Heavenly God came to him. It raised its rippling fist and swung it at the white-haired man's head, falling from above. At this time, Wu Mian walked over with his fist, and he also raised his hand to make a gesture like touching.

When Wu Mian's fist collided with the fist of the celestial figure, he didn't make a sound, and then he saw that the position where the ginseng's fist and Wu Mian came into contact began to dissipate little by little. Under everyone's gaze, the figure of the god completely disappeared in front of everyone.

After the punch touched the figure of the gods, Wu Mian immediately ignored the huge figure, he turned around and walked in the direction of 'Qiu Wuzhen', and said as he walked: "You haven't answered me yet, people die and become ghosts, and divine consciousness dies, what ...... become?"