After agreeing on this matter, Qiu Yitian seemed to be calm, and while talking with Wang Dongchuanyin, he enjoyed the wine, the wine was dry, very bold, and the dishes were very small.

Wang Dong could see that Qiu Yitian's indifferent appearance of life and death was actually pretended, and the sadness in his eyes was obvious, full of attachment to life.

However, he didn't break it, and accompanied Qiu Yitian, who pretended to be strong, to drink and laugh, and it was not until the second half of the night that he sent the drunk Qiu Yitian back.

If the monk doesn't use spiritual power or mana to dissolve the strength of the wine, he will also get drunk.

Time passed in a dull and oppressive atmosphere.

The ship kept moving towards the south pole day and night, and by the dawn of the sixth day, it had already traveled about a million miles of sea and came to the border of the sea area of the southern altar of the Wanliu League.

At this time, counting the building ship that Wang Dong was riding, the total number of building ships reached eight, forming a huge fleet, roaring through the sea, causing an uproar.

The eight ships gathered, which also meant that the five hundred and sixty-seven monks who participated in the chaotic war meeting in the four altars and eight banners of the Wanliu Alliance had all been put in place.

The building ship that piloted, the mast is lined with colorful flags flying, it looks more gorgeous and majestic, it is from the South Altar, Zhou Mubai, the owner of the South Altar who was cultivated in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, personally pressed the formation on this ship, and his subordinate left flag lord Feng Yue was accompanied by the same boat.

The mighty fleet of ships waving their flags sailed out of the border of the Wanliu Alliance at nearly noon, and kept heading in the direction of the Yin Sea in the south.

Today, the monks who were about to participate in the chaos on the eight ships were visibly nervous, and they left their residences one after another, and stood by the fence of the building ship for a long time, looking at the sea in silence.

Every monk knows that the battlefield of the Chaos War Society is located in the Gloomy Sea.

And leaving the border of the Wanliu Alliance, at most there is another half a day's journey, and you will arrive at the battlefield where I don't know how many creatures are buried-the Xingluo Strait.

Wang Dong and Qiu Yitian walked out of the residence and stood in a deserted place on the deck, looking at the sea in the distance under the scorching sun.

A moment later, a tall monk with a cloak and a shoulder-wrapping figure appeared on the bow of the ship that was leading the way, accompanied by several middle-aged monks and monks.

Wang Dong and Qiu Yitian glanced at each other, those people were Zhou Mubai and his party, who stopped at the bow of the boat and didn't know what they were talking about.

The scorching sun is moving westward, and it will soon be afternoon.

Between the sky and the sea in the south, a large area of sea shrouded in the mist of Hesse appeared, and the fog was so clear that it was impossible to see the scenery inside.

And that black mist miasma, the scope is extremely wide, like a giant black dragon lying between the sky and the sea, so that people can't see the end of both ends at a glance.

"It's supposed to be the Gloomy Sea, you ......"

Wang Dong let out a long breath of turbidity, and when he transmitted the sound, he looked at Qiu Yitian beside him and motioned to the other party to get ready.

Qiu Yitian smiled in return, and replied: "Don't worry, there will never be a mistake on my side, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, it's just a big deal." ”

"That's good. Wang Dong nodded, and compared with the information he knew, he observed the Yin Sea that was getting closer and closer.

"It is rumored that the Yin Sha Sea, stretching for more than 100,000 li from east to west, most of its territory does not have the Five Elements Aura, and some of them are just a kind of gas called Yin Sha by the South China Sea. ”

"This kind of gas is very evil, and cultivators or demon cultivators of various realms can't refine it. After being in the yin evil for a long time, once the spiritual power or mana of the protective body is exhausted, then the flesh and blood of the monk will soon be eroded into blood by the yin evil. ”

"Those who only have bones left will become a kind of monster that is neither human nor ghostly, and this kind of monster is called necromancy here in the South China Sea. ”

"Necromancers dwell in the Yin and Evil Seas full of Yin and Evil Qi, and are said to have a brutal temperament, and are fond of killing flesh and blood creatures, and usually survive by devouring Yin Evil. ”

"However, since these necromancers have no ontological consciousness, how do they know how to devour the yin and evil qi and cultivate themselves? ”

"And according to all kinds of information, there seems to be some similarities between the yin evil in this yin sea and the evil qi in the underground palace in the dangyin mountain range. ”

"Is there a connection between the two, or is there a resemblance between the two in essence?"

"Is the blue-black yin evil and the pure black evil qi the same as the other?" Wang Dong couldn't help but guess.

Because if Yin and Evil Qi are two gases of the same nature, then it is a nightmare existence for other monks, but for him, it is a wonderful help.

He cultivates the remnants of the Great Demon Peerless, which can not only refine the yin qi between heaven and earth for the demonic qi for him to transform into demonic fire to ward off the enemy, but also refine the evil qi into demonic qi and store it in his heart.

If Yin and Evil Qi were similar, then going deep into this chaotic battle meeting, he would have an advantage that other monks definitely did not have.

You must know that the location where the Chaos War will be opened is the Xingluo Strait in the Yin Sea.

The Xingluo Strait is a huge "U" shaped strait, or it can be seen as a huge area like a dead end, as if it is a piece of land in the sea, from the edge to the center, a three-sided closed strait that is split by a Heavenly Divine Sword.

The three sides of the strait are made up of cliffs composed of continuous high mountains, which are filled with endless heavy gloom, and only one narrow exit is open to the outside for the Terran monks and sea demon cultivators who have participated in the chaotic war meeting to enter and exit safely.

This long and narrow provenance will be opened on the day of the chaos meeting, and then closed for about a year.

Wang Dong was thinking about it, and found that the fleet on the side of the Wanliu Alliance, the roar was getting quieter, and it had begun to slow down slowly.

When I looked up, I saw that the gloomy sea of mountain islands looming in it was not far away, like a giant monster covered in blue-black gas, standing in the middle of the sea.

In the vast gloomy sea, the black gas is filled, and it is thick like a paste dyed with ink, covering the scattered islands in the Xingluo Strait and the high mountains and cliffs around the Xingluo Strait, covering up the gloomy and mysterious, making people can't help but breathe solemnly.

However, the gloomy overseas is the blue sky, white clouds, and the slanting sun, compared with the interior of the shadowy and shadowy sea, it is like two worlds, one heaven and one hell.

"Returning to the Spirit Sword Sect!" Wang Dong clenched his palm on the fence.

I saw that just outside the gourd-shaped entrance and exit of the Xingluo Strait, on the sea with gentle wind and waves, there were huge ships of the Seven Directions Human Race Sect moored, and on each giant ship, the masts were tall, the flags were fluttering, and there were many people on the deck below.

After fourteen years of absence, he saw that the Returning Spirit Sword sent people to participate in the chaos of war was still the black giant ship.

As his fleet sailed over, he found that the one who was led by the Western Sword Sect to suppress the formation happened to be the sword cultivator elder of the Jiedan Realm who had made him uneasy, the Golden Lantern Great Sword Ye Suiliang, standing at the bow of the black ship with his cloak fluttering, and more than a hundred monks gathered behind him.

Turning his eyes again, Wang Dong was suddenly surprised, and found that things in the world are often really coincidental.

Not far from the black ship, the golden giant ship of the Returning Spirit Sword Sect was moored, and standing at the bow with more than a hundred monks turned out to be a high-crowned and broad-led horseman, who could be regarded as having a few encounters with him.

"Hehe, how many sides of the relationship? I have a little gold for my face, when I was mixed in and out of the rookie competition under the noses of others, even if people hate me to death, but they disdain to say a word to me, I still remember at that time, I was nervous to death, for fear that the matter would be revealed. ”

Wang Dong smiled self-deprecatingly, his heavy mood lightened a lot, his eyes swept over Qiu Yitian, who was looking at him suspiciously, and looked at the ships of the other sects near the two sects of Guixi and Guiling.

Near the golden ship and the black ship, there were five large ships moored far or near, most of them were blue and gray, and only one large ship was completely fiery red, which was very conspicuous.

The ship's mast was red, the sails fluttering in the wind were red, and the clothes of the hundred or so monks standing on the deck were all fiery red, and of course, the complexion of those monks was still very normal.

"That big ship is from Huoyun Island. Qiu Yitian followed Wang Dong's gaze and said softly.

Wang Dong nodded slightly, he also saw that the fluttering flag of the boat had the words "Huoyun Island" on it.

He turned his gaze to the other four big ships, and through the flags flying on those ships, he confirmed that they were Linxian Island, Qingfeng Sword Sect, Daluo Sword Sect, and Ethereal Sword Sect.

One Alliance, Two Islands, Five Swords Sect, it seems that the participants of the various sects of the Terran have already arrived, but they don't know where the Sea Clan Demon Cultivator who participated in the war over there in the Sea King's Palace is?

A moment later, the fleet of the Wanliu Alliance sailed to a stop near Xingluo Bay, and the powerhouses of each faction in charge of suppressing the formation greeted each other, and the sound of blessed mana rumbled like bursts of thunder.

However, the monks who were about to participate in the battle on the ships looked at each other coldly, and the smell of hostility was very strong, and Wang Dong could understand this situation, and everyone would be your mortal enemy in the near future, so there was no need to be polite.

He made a rough estimate and found that the number of participants sent by each of the seven forces outside the Wanliu Alliance was more than a hundred.

That is to say, the foundation building realm cultivators of the seven sects participating in the war together have a total of more than seven hundred, which is only less than two hundred more than the Wanliu Alliance's side.

He couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "The Wanliu Alliance has stood in the South China Sea for thousands of years without falling, and its strength is really extraordinary, and the monks sent by one family to participate in the war are worth the total number of the other seven families. ”

"yes. Qiu Yitian nodded slightly, looked away, and suddenly pointed to the southwest, the vast sea that was not shrouded in gloom and reminded: "Look, a large number of demon cultivators from the Sea King Palace who participated in the war are here. ”

"Where?" Wang Dong hurriedly turned his head, his eyes widening suddenly.

The monks on the other ships also noticed the anomaly and stared at the far sea in the southwest direction.

Seeing that the sea was still calm, but just as everyone was looking, from far and near, six large cone-shaped waves were more and more obvious on the sea.

The six cone-shaped waves, rapidly approaching this direction, made a rumbling sound of water, getting louder and louder, and the waves became higher and higher.

A moment later, under the clear sky, six huge white waves with a height of more than ten zhang were formed, like six huge walls of water moving rapidly, pushing water towards this side.

But in the six splashing waves, there was no figure of any water tribe, only the huge waves, and the roar of the waves that destroyed the wind was like thunder.

"Where are the demons?"