According to Han Bing's estimate, if he continues to sail in this direction, there will be three or four months before he can dock, the landing point is the Death Forest located in the south of the Eastern Holy Country, and further south is the Puhua Mountains, both of which Han Bing is not familiar with, nor has he been there, and there are no detailed annotations on the map.

In the cabin, Han Bingpan sat on the ground, empty in the meridians, unable to lift spiritual power.

Liu Yue fed him pills twice a day, and the master and apprentice had very little communication during this period of time, and Han Bing also felt ashamed of this only disciple, and now he had to affect her in turn.

Fengshen Sect, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back for the time being. Han Bing could imagine that now the entire sect must be firmly controlled by Qing Ling. These days, Han Bing calmed down, carefully recalled the grievances and entanglements with Qingling, and thinking about it, he felt a splitting headache.

Suddenly, the hull of the ship shook violently, and Han Bing raised his head and looked out through the crack in the door. Another squad of undead soldiers came to intercept them, and they had encountered four or five waves in a row for some time now. The number of people at a time is not large, ranging from three to six or seven. And this time, dozens of them appeared at the same time, and there were more undead in focus.

An undead spirit rushed too fast, and it didn't control its speed, and it slammed directly into the bow of the ship, shattering its skull.

Liu Yue stood on the bow of the boat, with a strange look on her face, this kind of imbecile undead is really infuriating and funny. The cultivation is so low that he actually rushes up desperately.

At the tip of the Willow Moon Staff, several ice arrows shot out, and another undead soldier was dealt with. Then he controlled the hull of the ship and directly hit it with full power, and in a bang, broken bones and flesh flew wildly.

The speed of the ship controlled by Liu Yue was fast enough to leave the remaining undead far behind. These undead soldiers were not yet a threat to her, she just couldn't understand why they were besieging her, obviously an ally.

In the rear of the ship, more and more undead joined the chasing procession. Later, it actually reached hundreds, Liu Yue's face became more and more solemn, and there was no other way than to speed up and escape.

After several days of high-intensity rushing, Liu Yue had already collapsed a little, the spiritual power in her body was empty, and she didn't even have time to meditate and vomit, she inadvertently turned around, and was surprised to find that those undead were no longer chasing, but stopped and watched from afar.

"Did you cross their realm?" Liu Yue wondered inwardly.

In fact, as Liu Yue guessed, the next voyage was obviously much smoother, and there were no more undead soldiers who came to surround and intercept them.

Han Bing sat in the cabin, unable to help Liu Yue deal with the undead, and he didn't even have the ability to drive the ship. Seeing Liu Yue's tired and collapsed appearance, he couldn't bear it.

He was depressed in his heart, this time he went to sea and arrived at the realm of the alliance, he didn't know what kind of situation he would encounter, since the alliance dared to do tricks in the pill, it was naturally on the opposite side of him. In his current situation, if he encounters the alliance, he will definitely not end well. Han Bing suddenly found that he was once again isolated and alone. He has experienced this sense of loss more than once.

Half a year later, the merchant ship finally docked, and although it was a little later than expected, it finally saw land. During these months, Han Bing meditated all day to recuperate, and although the meridians in his body did not improve much, they did not deteriorate further.

The two of them stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the scene on the shore with shocked faces.

"Master, this is the Flame Volcano?" asked Liu Yue, looking at the fiery red magma that was reaching the sky on the shore.

"It can't seem wrong. Han Bing held the map in his hand and nodded. It seems that they can't go ashore here, and both of them are ice exercises.

"Let's continue sailing south?" said Liu Yue helplessly.

"A month's trip south is the Forest of Death, and another month's walk will bring you to the Puhua Mountains. "Han Bing can't think of a better way, if he goes north, it will be a branch of the Eastern Saint Kingdom Alliance, which is tantamount to throwing himself into the net.

In silence, Liu Yue injected spiritual power into the hull controller, and the hull made a deft turn on the sea, along the coast, heading south.

Along the way, fires from the shore illuminate most of the beach. The fog of the sea has been thinned out a lot here. Far away, Han Bing and the others could feel the heat of the flames, and Liu Yue controlled the hull of the ship, making the ship farther away from the shore.

In the Sea of Fire, there were few living beings, only raging flames and molten pulp, and the poison of fire that spread all over the mountains. Along the way, the two found no sign of the monk's haunting.

At this moment, on a water surface millions of miles away from Han Bing and the others, a ship of the same shape was drifting with the current. The man standing on the bow deck was none other than Qing Ling, whose eyes pierced through the thick fog like electricity, and there was nothing but the dark waves in her sight.

Qing Ling has been searching at sea for several months, and as time goes by, her mood is getting worse and worse, and from time to time she will lash out at the disciples who are driving the boat, and the poor two disciples in the sect dare not come out at the moment, although they are exhausted, they still need to pay attention to Qing Ling's emotions at all times.

Qing Ling also held a nautical chart in her hand, this nautical chart was obtained from the hands of the undead clan protector, and it was much more detailed than the nautical chart brought by Han Bing. The direction in which they were moving was not the Eastern Saint Kingdom, but very coincidentally facing Han Bing's location.

"According to the report of the subordinates, they should have gone in this direction. Qing Ling combined with the sea map and muttered. The longer it drags on, the more likely it is that Han Bing will recover from his injuries, and when the time comes, it will be even more difficult to take his life. Qingling's hand holding the strings of the boat couldn't help but clench tighter, and the chords creaked under her force.

"Han Bing, I, Qingling, will definitely hunt you down to the ends of the earth. As if to vent, Qingling shouted hoarsely towards the mist in front of her.

After a burst of shouting, Qingling bent down, her face distorted slightly, and a sharp pain came from her abdomen. At the right time, some raindrops fell from the dark clouds, dripping on her face, soaking her hair, making it impossible to distinguish the rain and tears on her face. The gestation period of the sword spirit can usually last for a hundred years, which is much longer than that of a human monk.

According to Qing Ling's own speculation, the fetus in her womb should have started around 40 years ago, and now that she has broken through Han Bing's slave seal, it is a good time to go all out to impact the Great Perfection in the late stage of Huayuan, and the arrival of the fetus is undoubtedly a great blow to her.

The two disciples stepped forward and carefully helped Qing Ling up.

"Deputy Sect Master, it's raining, you can go back to the cabin and rest. ”

"Leave me alone for a while. Qingling gently pushed the two away and said.