A few days later, the warehouse was full. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info fleet returned to the Great Barrier Reef for a night's rest. Jianchuan lay on the deck of his fishing boat and pretended to sleep, but his mouth was a trick to use his hands and seals, absorbing the scattered Yuan energy between heaven and earth little by little, and in the second half of the night, Jianchuan suddenly had a palpitation, as if something major had happened, but he quietly got up and looked left and right on the Great Barrier Reef for a long time, and it was quiet, and there was nothing unusual!

"Huh, weird! How can there be such a state of mind? A flurry of palpitations! A burst of fear! ・・・・・・Well, no, I'm afraid something is going to happen! But what happened?"

At dawn the next day, Jianchuan woke up a group of cultivators, who ate dry food and drank water, and then packed up the sails and shouted to lift the anchor. Jian Chuan frowned tightly and pondered:

"What is it that makes me so uneasy, so anxious, so palpitating and afraid?"

It was another multi-day boat, and more than ten days had passed, and at dusk on this day, Jianchuan found that his own Red Turtle Island was already in sight! The fishermen were all happily singing fishing songs, and their voices were rough and melodious, and it was really a fishing boat singing at night, and it was a leisurely fisherman's atmosphere.

The red glow on the horizon is cool and cool, from the junction of water and sky to the brilliant and then gradually darkened, and to the sea area where Jianchuan and other cultivators are located, the clouds are already late and gloomy. However, after all, the glow still shone on the dozens of fishing boats here, and the boats were glowing with dark red, slowly driving in the blood-colored sea. Jian Chuan quietly looked at the Red Turtle Island in the distance, only to see one after another dead air rising, and the extremely rich dead air hugged the island tightly, and there were wisps of scattered out, and there was nothing to hide under the eyes of Jian Chuan Shi Jiatian!

"Red Turtle Island Shock?"

Jian Chuan cried out in a lost voice.

"Brother Shuiliu, what did you just say?"

"Why is there a layer of dead air on Red Turtle Island?"

Jian Chuan exclaimed.

"Huh, are you crazy?"

Someone shouted loudly.

"Xiao Kexiu has a kind of qi looking technique, it seems that there is really a layer of dead qi on my island!"

Jian Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Hurry up, everyone!

The patriarch's boy yelled loudly. When you heard Jianchuan's words at this time, although you were skeptical in your hearts, a kind of frightened and apprehensive thoughts had gradually dispersed.

When night fell, dozens of ships were hung high, and the ship did not hesitate at all, and galloped away. At nightfall, dozens of large and small fishing boats finally docked, the people on the boat will look at the shore wharf, do not see a family of the fisherman to pick up, the fishermen of the Xiujia heart fluttering, it seems that everyone's heart is cold, the dozens of fishing boats on the fishermen actually did not make a sound, just like that, pull out the magic weapon sword on the boat and jump onto the shore dock, one by one hurriedly to their own yard. Jian Chuan also took out a magic sword and galloped towards the old grandson's house.

Under the eyes of the sky, the messy aura on the island is full of killing gas, and the aura of the fisherman's unjust soul is so strong that it is tightly entangled around the island and cannot be dispersed!

Jian Chuan's heart was terrified, and a lot of great fear enveloped him, and he rushed to the old grandson's house, the courtyard gate was intact, and the small courtyard was clean and spotless, but it seemed that there was a faint breath of human cultivation and killing in the wind. Jian Chuan pushed open the door of the bedroom of the old Sun Tou and his wife, and a disgusting smell of corpses almost made Jian Chuan vomit on the spot! A layer of minced meat in the room was messy, but there was a female corpse naked on the big bed, and the lower body obviously had traces of hard object insults, and the female corpse was frightened and opened her eyes, and she couldn't see it!

"Uncle Sun, auntie, you died so miserably!"

That Jianchuan screamed in pain, and then a burst of painful experience of losing relatives for a long time filled his heart, he held back tears, covered a cloth sheet with the old grandson's wife, and then picked up the old grandson's corpse piece by piece, and also wrapped it into a cloth sheet, Jianchuan carried two dead bodies with both hands, and went step by step to the peach forest under the stone cliff where his family often watched the sea, and dug a pit to bury the old grandson and his wife. Then he took a stone, engraved "The old grandson and his wife sleep here" with a sword on it, and then returned to the Dafang field of the patriarch of the Red Turtle Clan.

Before Jianchuan arrived at the generous field, he had already heard the sound of crying, some people yelling and scolding, and some people choking and sorrowful. When the time came, the young patriarch of the Red Turtle Clan, the patriarch's boy, was there scolding Yixiu, scolding him for just crying and not worrying about burying his father and brother's fault. Some repaired in a low voice to persuade, and some repaired and scolded angrily. Jian Chuan knew that it was his relatives who were suffering, and the families were at a loss in their hearts, and they couldn't help but sigh again.

"Are there any lucky survivors on the island who are repairing their families?"

Jian Chuan whispered to the side, and was silent and lowered his head and wept a young man.

"No! All of them are dead! None of men, women, old and children have been spared! Not even livestock, beasts, and birds have been spared! More than 10,000 people, tens of thousands of birds and livestock!"

"Ah, when did my Red Turtle Island provoke such an enemy? Why do you hate it?

Jian Chuan's eyes were also red, and his eyes were red with hatred.

"Brother Shuiliu, you don't know that our Red Turtle Clan has always been weak, where would we provoke such a vicious cultivator?"

"But this is a genocidal vendetta? And judging from the traces everywhere, the killing methods are the same, and the methods are cruel and vicious, it is a family enemy, not a single person!"

"That's what everybody said!"

Jian Chuan still wanted to ask one or two, but the young patriarch suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Young Patriarch, we want to take revenge・・・・・・!

"Shut up! Why are you crying? For the sake of today, you should find the enemy first! If you can't even figure out who the enemy is? Where is it now? If you can't figure out these small problems, how can you talk about revenge?"

"But even the wild birds and beasts on the island have suffered, where is there any trace to follow?"

Youxiu roared angrily.

"As long as someone does it, there must be traces to follow! In my opinion, we still have to look around the island to see if we can get something! If it doesn't work, I'm afraid we can only ask for help from my neighbors and friends on Chigui Island. ”

An older cultivator said in a muffled voice.

"Alas, that's all it can be!"

Everyone was suddenly depressed, and everyone was so depressed that they couldn't help but draw their swords to their throats!

Jian Chuan sighed secretly when he saw this:

"None of the families know what the strength of the enemy is? Everyone just wants to take revenge, but can this hatred be avenged? Thinking that the murderer and others will quietly exterminate all the people, beasts, birds, and birds on the island, and look at the scene on this island, almost all of them will be wiped out at the same time! How can this be done by ordinary cultivators?"

This Jianchuan did not dare! Because at this time, everyone in the Red Turtle Clan had the same hatred and were indignant, so where could anyone listen to different opinions? Everyone had nowhere to be angry, and whoever touched this bad head would become a punching bag! But fortunately, no one knew who the enemy was? Where was he? This matter could only be inquired about slowly. When there are clues, the hatred of the people will slowly be suppressed, and when they can think calmly, then everything may be smooth.

Jian Chuan and the others followed the young master of the Red Turtle Clan around the island and searched carefully several times but found nothing, Jian Chuan saw that at this time, everyone suddenly had a trace of heaviness and vigilance on their faces, so he said slowly:

"It seems that the enemy's strength is not small! Such a big island actually has no clue that people, beasts, birds, and birds are dead? Young master, it seems that we have to think about it in the long run!"

"Well, as you say, things don't look good. But I wondered, where could I have such an enemy on Red Turtle Island? Even His Majesty the Golden Horn Dragon King once said that the Red Turtle Clan could last longer than the Sea Clan! Who would dare to disobey His Majesty the Dragon King?"

Naturally, no one would answer this, everyone just had a cold and miserable face, knowing that the enemy was afraid of it, and it was likely that they would not be able to take revenge, so they couldn't help crying in a low voice.

"Brother Shuiliu, you lead the three cultivators, drive the boat, go to the Yan Island Yan Clan to explore, and be sure to get some clues back. ”

"Yes, don't worry, young master, I will do my best!"

The young master nodded, and then told the other Xiu to go to a neighboring island on the other side of Chigui Island to find out the news. In a short time, ten groups of people drove ten fast boats in all directions. The surviving on the island began to bury the dead one by one, reorganize the altars, and worship the souls of the deceased.

On the way to Yandao, Jianchuan was in the same boat and repaired three times, just bowed his head and rowed, without saying a word, the cold scene provoked Jianchuan's own family to be silenced, everyone just breathed roughly, as if they were going to break their own throats. The fast boat pulled up the sail and sailed with the wind, and everyone tried their best to row, but the speed was very fast, and in a few days, Yandao was already in sight. But when Jian Chuan was used to using his own Buddhist Heavenly Eyes to look at Nayan Island, he suddenly froze, opened his mouth wide, and only breathed out of his throat, such a scene shocked the three cultivators in the same boat couldn't help but stand up in fear, and asked Jian Chuan:

"Brother Shuiliu, what's wrong?"

"Yan ・・・・・・ Yan Island, Yan Island, Dead Gas!・・・・・・ Dead Gas!"

"What kind of dead air? ・・・・・・ dead air! Ahhh

"Yes, the island is full of life, and it is several times richer than my Red Turtle Island!"

"Could it be that the Yan clan has also suffered the scourge of extermination?"

"Hurry up, row quickly, go over and take a look!"

Zhou Shangxiu suddenly shouted in fear. The four of them rowed vigorously, and two hours later, the fast boat finally arrived at the Yan Barge Wharf. Sure enough, it was quiet, and there was no shadow. The four of them glanced at each other, and their hearts couldn't help but sink, knowing that this place was also slaughtered!

Divided into four directions, the four of them rose against the wind and quickly rushed into Yan Island. Yan Island is more than ten times larger than Chigui Island, and its population is also ten times that of the Red Tortoise Clan, with nearly 100,000 people. When Jianchuan arrived at a village, one by one pushed the door in, and all the dead bodies of people, beasts, birds, and birds were pushed and shoved, and the stench made people want to be sick! There were more than a dozen villages in a row, and every family was like this, even in the outdoor woods, and the dead bodies of wild beasts, birds and birds were scattered on the field, and they carefully searched for the past, but none of them survived! This scene was the same as that of Chigui Island!

"What the hell is going on? I have been on duty in the Privy Council of the Sea Clan for more than 100 years, how did I know that such a thing would happen? Massacre? But what the hell is going on? That force will carry out this massacre against low-level cultivators? Exterminate the clan? Why? Who did the cultivators on the two islands here provoke? They were actually exterminated! Or was there something terrible here, but what did they do to exterminate the clan?"

At noon the next day, the four cultivators on Chigui Island arrived at the ancestral land of the Yan clan, the ancestral temple had collapsed, and the traces of it were still new, there seemed to be traces of sword slashing, and there were some combat techniques that could cut through the few scratches that affected the ancestral temple building, and it seemed that a short war broke out here.

"Who is this cultivator with a separated head and body?"

Jian Chuan asked, staring at a dead body on the ground.

"It seems to be the Great Elder of the Yan Clan. A few years ago, I once came to the Yan clan to exchange cultivation materials, and the Yan clan was holding a clan cultivation assessment, and I saw him from afar, and it seemed that he was this person. ”

"Brother Shuiliu, come here and have a look. ”

One of the cultivators exclaimed.

Jian Chuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly used the Flowing Wind Technique, and in just a few flashes, he came to the side of the screaming cultivator. Na Xiu, who had previously examined the Great Elder of the Yan Clan with Jian Chuan, suddenly stared at Jian Chuan's back in surprise.

"Ahh

Jian Chuan galloped to a courtyard behind the ancestral temple, only to see more than a dozen female cultivators each naked jade body, the filth of the private part has dried up, the lower body sword cut into black meat strips, and even maggots wriggling in the wound, obviously more than a dozen female cultivators here were tortured to death after being humiliated!

"This is the same as what happened to me on Red Turtle Island and the other female cultivators on Yan Island here!"

"Beasts! Beasts are better than killing embryos!"

Later, two Red Turtle Clan cultivators rushed to observe this scene, one of them suddenly couldn't bear the nausea and turned his head and vomited, and the other Xiu's eyes were red, and he cursed viciously. Jian Chuan frowned, and stepped into the door of the central main hall, only to see Yixiu holding a sword in one hand, his eyes were wide open, but there was a lack of skin and flesh in his heart, and a big hole in the bowl could only be seen through it, and he could actually see the things behind it!

"This is the Great Patriarch of the Yan Clan. It is said that cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and it is a half-step into the Dao power!

"I think this man seems to have just been hit and died!"

Jian Chuan said solemnly.

"Then its opponent must have means far beyond his cultivation, otherwise it is a beginner-level power, and even a middle-level person will not be able to take his life with a single blow!"

A Red Turtle Island cultivator's face changed drastically, and he analyzed in horror.

"That's right! Take people's lives in a sway, the strength is strong, the heart is vicious, and ordinary cultivators are no better than the right! In my opinion, hands-on cultivation is likely to be the power of transforming gods!"

Jian Chuan said slowly.

"Well, otherwise, these great powers of the Yan Clan are not easy to match!"

Another repaired a sentence.

"Think about a huge island, 100,000 families, millions of beasts and birds, none of them fled, one by one, they died, this must have a big array to restrain the big island, and then they can get away with cruel torture and killing! Therefore, this tragedy must have been committed by a team of extremely powerful cultivators, and their number is not a minority, and their various bloodthirsty, murderous people, strong minds like iron, and temperamental and obscene and sadistic・・・・・・!"

Jian Chuan frowned and did not finish his analysis, and Yixiu suddenly walked over and said:

"And extremely greedy for cultivating materials, magic materials, elixir secrets, and the like・・・・・・"

"That's right! Along the way, the cultivation places of the various families, the Yan Clan Fang City and other places actually didn't even have a handful of low-level immortal grass, and half of the cultivator classics!"

"With such power, and not afraid of the cultivator power of His Majesty the Golden Horn Dragon King of the Sea Clan, can there be one or two families under the jurisdiction of the Sea Clan?"

Jian Chuan sighed no matter how they sighed, and said to himself.