Qinghe ferry.

Qinghe Ferry is the ancient ferry port of Yuzhou City, which is left over from the Zhou Dynasty in the previous dynasty, and it is necessary to transition from Yuzhou River from the dry road in the east of the canal, so there are countless ferries derived from Yuzhou River.

Most of the salt ships that come from the East China Sea are also loading and disembarking goods at the wharf in Yuzhou City, and there are passenger ships from afar moored along the river.

Relying on the prosperity of the ferry, a small town gradually developed here, because this ferry port was called Tou Ferry, and later changed its name to Qinghe Ferry, and this town is called Ferry Town.

At this time, the Qinghe ferry is full of people and traffic, and it is very lively.

An Jing stood at the corner of the ferry, watching the merchant ships coming and going.

At this time, the sun is thick, and the water surface is sparkling.

"This should be it."

An Jing's internal force wrapped his body, holding a long sword in his arms, like a swimming fish, he jumped directly into the river.

"Whoa!"

The river water was cold and refreshing.

An Jing swung his body and rushed towards the bottom of the river.

The water was clear, and fish were constantly swimming around him.

An Jing didn't use his internal force, and he only saw about a zhang, and the more he went down, the sunlight became scarcer and thinner, and the darkness in front of him became darker and darker.

At this time, a great pressure of water hits.

The most intuitive thing is the ears, and An Jing feels that his hearing in both ears is gradually declining.

Then came the surrounding situation, the huge darkness eroded, and he could see less and less, and finally he could only see about a meter around himself.

In addition, there is also the pressure of water pressure constantly squeezing through the internal organs, if the internal force is shallow, diving more than ten zhang may not be able to stand it, because he still has to breathe.

On top of that, there is also a fear of the unknown.

Suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be a ravine ahead, bottomless.

You must know that the ferry is generally very shallow, and it cannot be very deep, and others obviously do not know about this ravine.

Is it going down from there?

An Jing's heart moved, and he swam towards the ravine.

At the beginning, An Jing still knew how many zhang he dived, and after about twenty zhang, he lost his sense of judgment.

He could only feel that he was still diving, and the speed was getting slower and slower, but it was not clear how many feet he had dived.

Da Luo's mental method is always running in the body, resisting the surging water pressure, but it can still support it.

Suddenly, An Jing felt as if his foot had touched something, and looked down.

At his feet was a deserted ship, overgrown with water and grass, and An Jing was stepping on the bow of the boat.

"In the end!"

An Jing saw the broken boat and knew that he was currently at the bottom of the Qinghe wharf.

The next step is to look for the boulder that Jiang Sanjia said.

An Jing stepped on the bottom of the river and swam forward.

The bottom of the river is about 30 feet deep, and it is much more difficult to move than the ground, but this is for ordinary people.

"Snort! Snort! ”

The internal force in An Jing's body was agitated, wanting to disperse the surrounding river water and form a vacuum.

Some creatures on the bottom of the surrounding sea seemed to feel abnormal, as if they were alarmed, and fled frantically towards the surroundings.

You must know that this place is thirty zhang deep, it will be a hundred meters, and the water pressure is so great that it is already extremely high, and it is very difficult for An Jingqiang to use internal force to raise a light shield.

"Whew!"

An Jing let out a sigh, "The internal force in my body can't support it for long, so I still have to find the Bodhi Bead quickly." ”

At the bottom of such a river, the water pressure is terrifyingly high, and every breath is an incomparably huge consumption.

Thinking of this, An Jing walked around, looking for the boulder.

Under the river, in addition to some shipwrecks, some creatures on the bottom of the river that have not seen the light all day long, and some rotting white bones, messy things.

Although An Jing forced out a light mask with internal force, the speed was not fast.

"Huh!?"

Suddenly, a huge black stone appeared in front of him.

An Jing's heart moved, and his body slowly moved over.

This black stone is very large, like a mountain, which makes people amazed.

"Could it be that this is the boulder that Jiang Sanjia said, but why does it feel a little strange?"

An Jing surrounded the black stone, but his heart was beating suddenly.

Whim!

The real masters have early warning of crises, some people say this is called a whim, some people say this is called a sixth sense, but they are all predictions of crises in advance.

An Jing began to circle around the black stone, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this black stone was very strange.

"Are these scales?"

The dense lines on the black stone are very regular, seemingly hard and shiny, and from the black stone, An Jing can feel the fierce atmosphere.

Fierce spirit!

The last time I felt the qi was five years ago, and An Jing felt it in the ancient battlefield of Ryoping.

That's a bad breath!

Soaring evil spirit!

Liangping was the largest battle of the Yan and Zhou dynasties.

It is said that the Great Yan was founded in the first war, and finally established a complete Great Yan Kingdom, and more than 700,000 soldiers died on both sides of that battle.

The bloody breath rushed straight to thirty miles away, and within ten years, it seemed that the horn of the battlefield could still be heard on the night of the full moon.

At this time, hundreds of years have passed after that battle, but An Jing can still feel the surging aura when he stands on the wall of Ryohei.

Because in this underground, 700,000 military souls are buried.

Therefore, every year, the biggest festival in Liangping is the Qingming Festival, and countless people burn paper on the street to the military spirits underground, praying for the safety of the people on the ground.

The qi machine felt this time was different from the qi machine I felt last time, and the qi engine of the ancient battlefield had already dispersed, or it had been buried underground.

But the qi machine that I feel in front of me is real.

That kind of powerful impact is a different feeling from standing on the ancient battlefield.

The more An Jing thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the palm of his hand subconsciously touched the black stone, and suddenly a cold feeling entered his body.

At the same time, a sinister aura rushed directly into his body.

"Not good!"

An Jing wanted to use his internal force to resist this evil qi, but it was already too late, and that cold evil qi rushed directly into his dantian.

Although there was only a trace of the cold aura, it was very violent.

Da Luo's heart method belongs to the true martial arts level, not the Yang Heart Law martial arts, and it is still extremely difficult to completely eliminate this evil qi.

After dozens of breaths, An Jing only temporarily suppressed this evil qi, and it would take half an hour to completely wipe it out.

The evil qi will devour and strengthen itself, and the longer it stays in the body, the more damage it will do to the body.

But here, there was not so much time for him to wear out the evil spirit.

"It's better to find the Bodhi bead ..... quickly"

An Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a few steps forward, looking for the corpse of the Wuding Sanren.

A treasure of the true martial arts level, it is enough to set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes.

"Why haven't you found out yet, was it really tricked by Jiang Sanjia?"

An Jing frowned and whispered.

But in the next moment, the scene in front of him made him completely stunned.