Sleeping in the prairie for ten months.

On this day, the old and the young of Youhuang and Qingfeng have been on the road until late at night, seeing the early morning. For ten months, the two of them have traveled rain and rain, day and night, all the way to the south.

"Feng'er, there is the Black Snake Department ahead! When we get there, we will rest for the time being, waiting for the ferry day of the Black Snake Department. ”

"Yes!"

Aomine replied in a low voice. At this time, he was dressed in warm animal skins, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, he walked calmly behind Youhuan, his body was very strong, but there were some traces of wind and frost on his face.

Not long ago, after ten months of trekking, they finally came to the largest river in the sea of grass, the Yanbo River. The Yanbo River runs through the sea of grass, starting from the extreme north of the Styx Sea in the north, all the way to the southwest, and joins the Linghai Sea, with a total length of more than one million li, dividing the sea of grass into two meandering pieces.

Yanbo River is known as the reputation of thousands of miles of smoke waves, not the length, but the width of the river. In the Black Snake Division, the Yanbo River is thousands of miles wide, and unless you rely on the ferry tribes along the road, you don't dare to wade into the water with the ability of Qingfeng and the others.

The Black Snake is the largest ferry tribe in the vicinity, and it hasn't been crossed yet this year. Qingfeng and the others have been walking along the river for nearly half a month, nearly 20,000 miles, and they finally arrived here after many inquiries.

Soon, in the darkness, Aomine saw a little bit of fire.

Nearby, there was a black shadow, and at first glance there were thousands of people. In a huge clearing, a hill-like presence stood. It resembles a huge pond built with a ring of torches on the edges of the pond on all sides. From one side, you can only see the torches spreading all the way, turning into a little fluorescence in the distance, and you can't see the edge of the pond.

On one side of the pond, there is a crowd of black presses.

At this moment, Qingfeng and the others were not far behind the crowd. Looking at the scene in front of him, Yu Huang explained in a low voice, "This is the fish sacrifice of the Black Snake Division. After the fish festival, it will be the day of the ferry, so there is no need to waste time here anymore!"

Fish festival?

Aomine was suddenly curious. At the time of the blood sacrifice, as a witness, he was full of curiosity about the power of the sacrifice. However, since then, he and Youhuan have been running around in the sea of grass, avoiding demons first and bypassing people when encountering people, and there have been almost no people in the past ten months. This time, it was because of crossing the river that I came to this black snake tribe, but I didn't want such a coincidence.

The fish sacrifice of the Black Snake Department is obviously far from the blood sacrifice, if the blood sacrifice is a mysterious and mysterious ritual, then the fish sacrifice is much more simple and direct.

A person who looked like a priest of the Black Snake Department stood on the high platform on the adjacent side of the crowd from afar, looking at the Yanbo River not far away. He held his hands high, as if to cast a spell on the river, or prayed reverently, and there were bursts of incantation-like sounds that he could not understand.

After a while, his high-pitched voice was melodious and frustrated: "Get up!"

With his voice, the water in the pond suddenly surged.

"Put!"

As if a flood was discharged, with the instructions of the sacrificers, the water full of ponds rushed towards the Yanbo River, rolling up the waves that splashed all over the sky, and the sound was deafening. You can see that the water is full of fatty fresh fish, and it is so dense that it is dense.

As soon as countless live fish entered the Yanbo River, they immediately splashed like dumplings.

Then, he heard a bang, and in the darkness Qingfeng seemed to see a giant whale jumping out of the Yanbo River, only half of its body was exposed, tons of river water flowed from the corners of its mouth, and the countless live fish that had just entered the water were swallowed by him in one bite.

And the fresh fish gushing out is just the tip of the iceberg. As soon as half of it was swallowed, more was poured into the river.

Immediately after, the Yanbo River boiled, and countless black shadows shuttled under the shallow surface of the river. By the light of the fire, Aomine was almost stunned by the huge shadow, and the whale that preyed at first was like a child among the countless hunters. What kind of monsters are there in this Yanbo River!

After about half an hour's effort, this huge fish festival is finally coming to an end, and the fresh fish that has been spraying wildly for half an hour has finally gradually tightened its mouth. In the Yanbo River, silence returned again, as if those terrifying murderous creatures had never appeared. But the thick blood color drifting on the river surface records that there is only a feast here.

Until the river was completely calm, there was already light piercing the dawn in the sky.

"Ferry!"

Finally, the priest shouted again in a high-pitched and melodious voice.

In an inconspicuous inlet by the Yanbo River, fish burst out leaf-like flat boats, flat and long like willow leaves. The boat is dark red throughout, and each side is painted with three slender and slender black stripes, like a snake. There is a person paddling with an oar in each leaf boat, and at first glance it is a man from the Black Snake tribe, with only a pair of shorts and snake-like tattoos tattooed everywhere.

In a short time, hundreds of small boats were rowed out and parked by the river.

"Ferryman, get on board!"

Under the guidance of the Black Snake tribesmen, the crowd in front of Qingfeng quickly dispersed, and it turned out that there were many ferrymen mixed in.

A young man with a black snake thorn pattern who guided the two of Qingfeng, this strange combination of old and young did not attract any interest from him, which made Yu Huang breathe a sigh of relief and save some tongue. Along the way, he was almost heartbroken, and he was afraid that Qingfeng would have an accident in his hands.

Following the young man, Aomine and the others walked all the way to the ferry.

Several black-robed people staggered by, causing Youhuan to suddenly stop, look at the backs of those people, and wonder: "Ascetic?"

"What ascetic?" Aomine asked.

Youhuan's eyes pointed in the direction, and Qingfeng saw the seven or eight black-robed people at a glance, among the hundreds of nearly a thousand ferrymen, they were originally very ordinary and ordinary people. However, if you really want to gaze into the past, you can immediately feel the difference in them. It was a kind of unshakable vastness of the sky!

"The dervishes are a rather mysterious group of people who call themselves faceless gods and roam the continent with little notice. Their terrifyingly strong strength makes those in the know extremely curious about them!But so far, no one has been able to have a deeper understanding!" As he spoke, Yu Huang glanced at the few people who were already sitting in the boat, and said, "Just a few people there, I'm afraid the weakest ones must have the strength to cross the love period!"

"Shhh That's almost the pinnacle of the human race, and here, there are nearly ten!

"When I first heard about the ascetics, I was shocked to the extreme, among them, there were more than a hundred strong people who were above the period of love, and besides, none of the known ascetics had a cultivation level lower than the period of love!

"Shhh The few powerhouses who suddenly appeared in the Crossing Period had already given him a great impact, but he didn't expect that the mysterious Faceless God group of the Love-Crossing Period powerhouses was just getting started?!

When did the world become so strong?

Looking at Qingfeng's shocked expression, Youhuan shook his head as if deprecating himself, and comforted: "Forget it, don't worry about him anymore." We can only look up to a strong person of this level! Maybe you still have some hope......"

As he spoke, Yu Huang boarded the boat under the guidance of the young man.

Behind him, Qingfeng's heart couldn't help but be hot, when will he be able to grow to the same height as the ascetics?

He took another deep look at the black-robed men, and a faint flame burned in his eyes. Soon, as long as he succeeds in tattooing more than seven grades, it is not impossible to cross the love period.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the fire in his chest, Aomine followed Yuhuang and boarded the boat.

Rowing for Aomine and Youhuan is a forty-year-old uncle from the Black Snake Tribe. Uncle seems to have been on the water for many years, and his body is quite rhythmic and stable. On his body, there are two inky black snakes engraved on his body, which are on his left and right arms, and the snake's head converges on his chest. In addition to the snake pattern, his whole body is covered with snake scale-like carvings, from the neck to the surface of the feet, from a distance, maybe you really want to think it is a big snake!

The boat is very fast, and the thousands of miles of Yanbo River can be crossed in one day. After the fish festival, the demon spirit did not make a mistake, and the road was stable.

The rowing uncle didn't speak, and Youhuan and Qingfeng were never willing to say more, and in silence, time flew by. In a blink of an eye, it was already evening, and the boat had passed five hundred miles.

Gradually, fog began to rise on the surface of the river. Unconsciously, it passed by them, faint at first, and thicker and thicker later. Finally, the three people on a flat boat could not see each other.

Now everyone felt unusual.

"This fog is so strange!" In the fog, there was a faint voice, and his hand had already put on Aomine's shoulder, just in case.

"I'm afraid I'm going to catch up with Canglong to cross the border!" On the other side, the oarsman's voice guessed hoarsely, but listening to his tone, the ** of the ten was also sure.

"Canglong transit?" Qingfeng suddenly wondered.

"Hmm! You ferrymen generally don't know, but the people on both sides of the Yanbo River all know that the dragon crosses the border, and the fog locks the Hengjiang. Now, in less than ten days and a half months, the fog can't be dispersed!"

"Ten days and half a month?"

The grate suddenly screamed. He has been swimming in the sea of grass for so many years, and this Yanbo River has been passed not ten times but eight times, and he has never heard of the saying that there is a fog lock across the river. Isn't this a delay? It's a headache for Youhuan.

Although it is said that after the Yanbo River, it is already a relatively densely populated place, and there are not a few large tribes. However, with the Crow Tribe still nearly two months away from the nearest large tribe, Aomine's time is running out. Now, how can you delay here?!

"Can you still go now?"

"You can't go! Look at this fog, how do you go? I see, don't worry, some people may not be able to meet the Canglong crossing once in their lives, this is also a chance!"

Yu Huang and Aomine were speechless for a while.

How could they not be in a hurry! Seeing that the time for the Qingfeng Blood Sacrifice to cover their aura was getting closer and closer, and if they couldn't get to the nearest crow tribe before that, then what awaited them would be a siege of nine deaths. One day late, one more day of crisis.

"What the hell is this fog lock Hengjiang? I have been going back and forth to the Yanbo River for decades, and I have never heard of it!"

"Haven't you heard anything unusual? I have lived in this Black Snake tribe for forty years, and I have seen it once, and this is the second time! Legend has it that the north of heaven and earth is high and the south is low, and all rivers and lakes will flow to the south. In order to transport the water from the south back to the north, there was Canglong. Canglong is 108,000 miles long and 3,000 miles wide, swallowing water from the Linghai for ten years, and then going north to the Yanbo River, to the Stygian Sea for ten years, and going back and forth for twenty years. Along the way, the clouds and rain will bless the world. And the dragon god is majestic, and there will be a thick fog everywhere, and the fog will cover the heaven and the earth, covering a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. After the dragon, the mist-moistened place will inevitably be full of vitality and vitality. Now that you have met it, it is better to feel the blessing of Canglong, this abundant vitality is not available everywhere!"

The uncle of the Black Snake Tribe taught earnestly, but how could he understand the mood of Qingfeng and the others, how could they still feel any abundant vitality, they were really going to die in a hurry.