"Because the old island master of Death Island is from the Daoxiang Sect, he brought all the exercises and sword techniques of the Daoxiang Sect to the Death Island."

The Death Island replied to Ding Xiaoyi very calmly, and Ding Xiaoyi was also stunned when he heard the other party's answer.

He didn't expect that Death Island actually had something to do with Dao Xiang Zongzhen.

"Then why did the old island master go to the sea, and what secrets are there in this dead island?" Ding Xiaoyi knew that the old island owner must have ulterior motives, otherwise why would he come from the mainland to the sea.

"I don't know about this, if you really want to know, then you can ask the old island owner, maybe he will give you the answer." The Death Island Lord shook his head and replied to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Last question, when did the Reaper's Will and the other Will of Destruction descend on Death Island?" Ding Xiaoyi still asked the question he was most concerned about.

Although the sacrifice has been suspended, the Grim Reaper and the will of the other gods have locked the island.

Even if the sacrifice is suspended, they can come to the island, but for a longer time.

The so-called sacrifice is to open the way with the essence blood and the yin spirit, and lead the will of the god to come.

The essence blood of the Sea Clan and the Yin Spirit of the Sea Clan turned into a unique teleportation array.

This Death Island is dominated by the Grim Reaper, and naturally it has also been inherited by the Grim Reaper.

"It's a year if it's fast, or about two years if it's slow." A look of bitterness appeared on the face of the Death Island Lord, and she replied to Ding Xiaoyi.

"If we don't succeed, then between one and two years, the will of death and the will of another god will descend on this island, doesn't that mean?"

Ding Xiaoyi felt an indescribable sense of oppression, but he didn't expect that time would be so urgent.

This is simply a looming disaster.

If he didn't stop it, whether it was the will of death or the will of another god, it would be devastating to the world.

Although the Grim Reaper said that he wanted to turn the world into a refuge, Ding Xiaoyi did not believe in the Grim Reaper.

Because the Grim Reaper has been laid out for such a long time, it is definitely not as simple as making this world a refuge.

There must be some hidden secrets in this world, and he didn't find them.

The Cangxuan Continent, the Eastern Sea, the Endless Sea, and the Chaos Realm have become the main body of this great world.

Although there are still scattered lands and some unknown places in this world, the purpose of death is far more than that.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't believe in anyone, whether it was the god of death or the will of another god, their purpose must be to destroy the world.

"Yes, you can understand it that way, unless something happens, the time is only shorter, not longer. If something happens, my god will come down with another divine will in half a year. ”

Death Island's face also showed a touch of sadness, and she replied to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Can you take it down and see your altar?" Ding Xiaoyi knew that talking on paper could not solve the problem, so he decided to go to the altar to have a look.

It was only when he arrived at the scene that he knew if he could prevent the tragedy from happening.

He also wanted to see how powerful the altar of Death Island really was, and it could actually draw the will of the extraterritorial gods down.

"The old island wants to see you, you can come with me!" The Lord of Death Island did not agree to Ding Xiaoyi's request, but said to him.

Hearing the words of the owner of the dead island, Ding Xiaoyi was stunned, the old island owner was looking for him, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

He didn't know the old island owner either, why did the other party want to see him.

"Lead the way." Ding Xiaoyi said with a slight bow.

If he comes, he will be safe, and I believe that Death Island should not calculate him.

"Go about your own business," the charming woman said indifferently to the other black-robed men.

After hearing the charming woman's command, the black-robed people's eyes flashed with unkind eyes, and they didn't care about Ding Xiaoyi.

"Ding Xiaoyiyou, come with me!" The charming woman had a shallow smile on her face, and she said to Ding Xiaoyi and Yan.

With that, the charming woman turned into several afterimages in the air, and then headed towards the depths of the island.

Ding Xiaoyi swept in the volley of the island, and he looked down at the island.

He found that the island was full of aura, and it had nothing to do with the word death.

The island is beautiful, wooded, and not a hint of death.

There is no difference between the scenery of this island and the scenery of the land.

The charming woman led Ding Xiaoyi towards the central area of the island.

Ding Xiaoyi saw a mountain peak that reached into the sky, and the cliffs divided the mountain into several pieces.

The charming woman took Ding Xiaoyi towards another canyon, and as soon as she entered the canyon, Ding Xiaoyi's vision broadened.

He looked around, there were all the pavilions in this canyon, and the buildings in this canyon were like a manor.

The Lord of Death Island took Ding Xiaoyi to the gate of a manor at the edge of the canyon, and she knocked lightly on the gate several times.

Ding Xiaoyi sent out that this canyon was shrouded in a huge spirit array, and they swept into the canyon, and the energy waves around them rippled several times.

Obviously, someone withdrew the spirit array, this spirit array is very large, and it contains supreme power.

Ding Xiaoyi and the Death Island Lord landed in front of the gate of the manor, and he looked around.

The rockery, trees, and gurgling stream in front of this manor are all the eyes of this spiritual array.

There's no breath of death in Dead Island, and it's full of life.

The majestic vitality permeated the island, and the doubt in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes became more and more intense.

"Squeak",

The wooden door of the manor opened, and the owner of the Death Island was the first to enter the gate, followed by Ding Xiaoyi.

As soon as he entered the manor, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up, this was just an ordinary manor, but in the manor, it gave him the feeling of being a world of his own.

In this manor, the aura is swimming freely, and the power of the laws of heaven and earth seems to be a system of its own.

The manor is like a separate space. This manor is no different from the ordinary manor in the territory of Dayongguo, the manor is full of rockery pavilions, and a covered bridge runs directly from the front yard to the back yard.

An old man in the shape of a butler led them forward to the covered bridge, which was nothing more than ordinary wood.

The materials here are ordinary and nothing unique.

If this manor is placed in Dayong, it is just a manor of ordinary rich and noble families.

But the appearance of this manor in the middle of the island in this vast sea is very extraordinary.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the rippling water under the covered bridge, and there was a group of small red-scaled carp in the small lake in the manor. It's just ordinary little red carp.

"If you have friends from afar, you will be lucky!" An old voice came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears, and he didn't see anyone but heard his voice.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard that voice, he had a sense of intimacy.

This accent is the accent in Dayong.

Ding Xiaoyi had a sense of intimacy like meeting an old man in a foreign land, and this voice couldn't help but make his mood better.

Sailing on this vast sea area, he met all the sea tribes in this sea area, and he was naturally a little unaccustomed to it.

And hearing that old and kind voice made his spirits lift.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was secretly amazed, there was a stone pavilion in the center of the covered bridge, and an old man in Tsing Yi was sitting in the stone pavilion.

Ding Xiaoyi and the owner of the Death Island were led to the stone pavilion by the old housekeeper, and the old man in Tsing Yi was sitting cross-legged by the steaming teapot.

Obviously, the old man in Tsing Yi was making tea.

The scent of flowers spread and went towards the tip of Ding Xiaoyi's nose.

Smelling the refreshing smell of tea, Ding Xiaoyi felt his tense nerves and couldn't help but relax.

He sensed that his spiritual platform was also ethereal, and this state lasted for several breaths.

After the old man in Tsing Yi finished saying that, he stared intently at the rolling teapot, and bursts of heat came out.

The old housekeeper returned the charming woman and Ding Xiaoyi to the stone pavilion and retreated.

"Old Island Lord", the charming woman bowed respectfully to the old man in green clothes.

Ding Xiaoyi is still reminiscing about the fragrance of this tea, this tea is definitely not ordinary.

can make his spirit fall into an ethereal state in an instant, and the Zhongyuan God who knows the sea is also full of vitality.