The journey was long, and I don't know how many mountains I had crossed, and the sound of the waves came from far east, and it sounded so pleasant that it was something to look forward to. The madman and Chen Jian quickened their pace and climbed over the last high mountain.

The blood-red East China Sea was right in front of you, and a fishy smell enveloped your body.

"The East China Sea is blood?" Chen Jian asked the madman in surprise.

"Our tears are like rivers and our blood is like seas. The madman proudly pointed at Wang Yang, "These are all our masterpieces!"

"This is a masterpiece of purgatory......"

Chen Jian pinched his nose in disgust, but the smell of blood could still penetrate his body from his pores. He felt that his whole body was not good, as if the blood flowing in his body had been contaminated by outsiders.

"Where is the Yellow Emperor Mountain?" he stood on tiptoe and looked at the sea, and in the distance was a bright red patch, unable to distinguish whether it was a mountain or a sea.

The madman walked back and forth on the coast, and the sea of blood seeped into the red sand. The sand only kept the madman's footprints for a few seconds, and after a few blinks, the madman's footprints disappeared, leaving him alone, his existence becoming unstable, as if he would be annihilated by the sea of blood at any moment.

"Hey, madman!" Chen Jian's heart shook, and the sound of the waves drowned out his shout.

The madman stood by the sea for a few moments, and then suddenly ran to him with his hands dancing.

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Seeing the figure of the madman gradually becoming clearer, Chen Jian breathed a sigh of relief: "Have you found the Yellow Emperor Mountain?"

"Follow me!" the madman pulled Chen Jian up, he was afraid that he would forget the location of the Yellow Emperor Mountain, so he quickly led him to the sea-

"There, the highest mountain in the East China Sea!" the madman waved excitedly to the Yellow Emperor Mountain while shouting loudly.

"Is there someone on the Yellow Emperor Mountain?"

Chen Jian didn't know why the madman did this.

"Who knows!" said the madman, "we'll have to find a way to cross the East China Sea, you see." ”

Chen Jian looked in the direction of his finger, on the sparkling sea, a long strip-like body was slowly wandering, the beast's back was covered with sharp fins, Chen Jian estimated that there were at least ten pieces, it was conceivable that if they traveled in a boat, they would definitely be cut in half by it.

"What's that?"

"White Dragon. The madman said distressedly, "I thought it was only in the North Sea, but I didn't expect that there were also white dragons in the East China Sea." ”

"Have you been to the North Sea before?"

"I've been there, but it was when the bird country was at its weakest, and then I couldn't go. The madman lamented the vicissitudes of life and the impermanence of the world, and then said with a straight face, "The white dragon does not eat people, but it likes to play tricks on people - look at the tragic situation of our drowning." With it, it will be difficult for us to cross the East China Sea. ”

"What then?"

"Hehe," the madman smirked slyly, "if only it didn't feel like we're human!" he said, his legs spread.

"What should I do?" Chen Jian hurriedly followed behind him - now Chen Jian was able to walk independently and keep up with the speed of a madman's walk.

He walked up to a stout tree and gestured to its thickness: "Exactly!" he patted the sturdy trunk.

The tree seemed to know its fate and responded heavily, and Chen Jian heard a trace of sadness from it.

The madman pulls out a knife made of ivory.

"You're going to cut it off, use this thing?" Chen Jian looked at him in surprise, thinking he was crazy.

He's insane.

How robust the tree is, and the madman's ivory knife the size of a palm, sharpened more than sawed. How much effort does it take to break such a tree?

Living in purgatory for so long, he didn't care much about the length of time, but seeing that the Yellow Emperor Mountain was close at hand, he still had an anxious mentality, and he was anxious to reach the Yellow Emperor Mountain soon and bring the thunder drum back to the Wind Country—he couldn't help but be exhausted when he thought that they would have to go back the same way.

Having been on a tedious and boring journey, Chen Jian felt that sooner or later he would suffer from a nervous breakdown.

"Take your time, don't rush!" the madman was going to do.

Because they were just a knife, Chen Jian could only stand aside and stare dryly.

He saw that the madman was sweating profusely and grinding for a long time, and had just cut into the bark of the tree, and it would be at least a few hours or even days before the whole tree fell. He is not going to be so stupid to "admire" the madman grinding the tree.

"I'm going to walk around the neighborhood. Chen Jian dropped this sentence and left the madman.

He returned to the east coast and watched the dragon named "White Dragon" swim in the water.

The sea was so red that its graceful body seemed to float in the sea, its head resembled that of any mythical dragon, its curly nose was full of small fish that sucked the residue of dragon skin, and further down, some more strange-looking creatures gradually appeared, Chen Jian couldn't name any of them—these were creatures that had never appeared in the mortal world or in previous lives.

The white dragon seems to live at the very top of the sea of blood, it usually feeds on small fish, and when it hunts, it grows its mouth, and a whirlpool will be generated in its mouth, and the fish that are unfortunate enough to swim to its side will be caught in it, and then it slams its mouth shut, and a pool of crimson blood will seep out of its mouth, and its gaze flashes with satisfaction, and the feast is perfectly ended.

The white dragon is a threat, but at most it makes them embarrassed to return to the shore, and the sea monsters in the depths don't seem to be good.

Chen Jian narrowed his eyes and found that there was a sea monster that resembled a shark in the deeper layer, the difference was that it had wing-like things on its left and right sides, and every time it fanned, the sea surface would be turbulent waves and whirlpools, like a bloody mouth, and the roaring waves seemed to be roaring.

Chen Jian raised his head uneasily and looked at the distant Yellow Emperor Mountain.

Can a madman's ship really get us there? It feels like we're going to be crushed before we go out to sea.

If...... If eaten by a sea monster and then digested and eliminated, the remains of the corpse will sink to the bottom of the sea, where it will be eaten by the sea monster again...... In this way, you won't be able to leave the East China Sea forever?!

Chen Jian suddenly realized that this was a sea-crossing operation that must not fail.

"Madman, madman!" he hurriedly ran to the madman's side and told him about the danger.

The madman didn't react after hearing this, he showed a natural look, and asked Chen Jian: "Do you think that we are the only ones who have gone to the Windbreak Country for so many years?" There must be countless people who have arrived in the Windproof Country and know the plight of the giants, but who is willing to cross the East China Sea for the giants?"

“...... Reasonable. For the first time, Chen Jian admitted in his heart that he was a madman and more far-sighted, worthy of his former status as a wizard. "Will we make it to the Yellow Emperor Mountain alive? and come back alive...... It's too risky. Being sent to purgatory is torturous enough, and if you keep becoming food for sea monsters, you will never come out. ”

The madman also fell into deep thought, and although he was crazy, he also knew the pros and cons.

The purpose of helping the Feng clan is to get them to help dig the pit, and digging the pit is to find a way out of purgatory, but who can be sure that digging a pit will succeed? It is really not cost-effective to risk their lives and endless future for such an illusory thing.

"Madman," Chen Jian remembered something, "you think—or maybe the turtle seems to have said before, the prisoners haven't explored the edge of purgatory so far, so someone is constantly exploring the edge, right?"

"I guess so. The madman had never seen such a person, and he couldn't be sure, but what Chen Jian said seemed to make sense.

"We're going to ask for the help of those explorers," Chen Jian said, "and let them take us to the Yellow Emperor Mountain." ”

"Great idea!" the madman figured out.

He withdrew the ivory knife, and Chen Jian glanced at the thick tree, which had not even sharpened one-twentieth of it.

"Do you know where those people are?" Chen Jian asked, "Aren't you planning to travel to Purgatory? ”

Maniacs rack their brains.

When he was just about to travel, he inquired about similar things, but to no avail: "There is indeed a group of prisoners in purgatory who believe in exploring the border......" He told Chen Jian about these vague rumors, "They are called 'travelers'." Little is known about them to those of us who live in the mountains and forests, for they operate far away, at least I have been in Purgatory for so long and have never seen a single traveler. ”

"Now you can see it. ”

An unfamiliar voice came from the side.

The madman and Chen Jian turned their heads one after another, but the madman looked in the opposite direction.

Seeing the person, Chen Jian was inexplicably moved - after so long, he finally met someone who looked like him!

The person who came was thin and weak, and the whole person was hidden in a wide cloak, quite like a wanderer.

"...... are you?" asked Chen Jian.

"My name is Bai Yao, and I am a traveler. ”

Bai Yao stretched out his hand from his robe, and Chen Jian could see the pulse and bones through his skin.

The man's skin seemed to be transparent......

Chen Jian held Bai Yao's hand, which was a little cold.