Wan Qingping's so-called immortal text is just his own name, when he escaped from Chishui City, the old man of the Zhao family once took out a thing to him, a two-finger-wide rune paper, in addition to the faint appearance of a small seal, there is also a drop of red like a drop of blood attached to the small seal pattern of the rune paper, and then there are more than a dozen silver ghost painting runes, Wan Qingping called it "Xianwen".

Wan Qingping watched it again, that's right, although the immortal text is not the same as the one on the paper note, but the basic drawing method and the feeling are similar.

Wan Qingping thought of the smooth stone wall like a mirror, and suddenly rejoiced, yes, how can ordinary people have such the ability to chisel out a stone wall like nature, if it is made by immortals, it is not strange, in Wan Qingping's eyes, needless to say, chisel a smooth stone wall, even if it is to move mountains and reclaim the sea, create things out of thin air, for those immortals are just idle.

Could it be that he is really bitter and sweet, and the sky has fallen into the fairy?

Wan Qingping suddenly felt trembling with excitement, and rushed out of the cave like crazy.

After a while, he took a dried cowhide and a wooden barrel and re-entered the cave.

In the next few days, Wan Qingping spent a lot of effort wrapping the dust in cowhide with his hands, and then poured it into the sea water at the bottom of the world.

Looking at the clean stone hall, Wan Qingping, who had a gray face and basically couldn't see his true face, grinned happily.

The cave hall that had been cleared out was now clearly visible, a total of nine were distributed on the edge and corners of the hall in a regular manner like the original cyan protrusion, connected by nine silver wires about an inch wide, and in the center of the hall there was a purple-red protrusion nearly two feet in diameter, which was also full of immortal inscriptions like Yin Wen.

Of course, after careful inspection, Wan Qingping didn't get anything else, and there was no immortal family classics and elixirs as originally expected.

In the end, Wan Qingping, who did not give up, tinkered with these bumps engraved with immortal texts for a long time, but still did not have any use for this thing, but felt that those immortal texts were extremely mysterious.

Two days later, Wan Qingping, who felt that there would be no more gains, had to leave here stupidly, if there was not so much dust on the ground, maybe Wan Qingping would stay here, waiting for the immortals to come, so as to bump into the immortals, but the dust here obviously shows that this place is a place that has long been abandoned or sealed, and Wan Qingping estimates that he will not necessarily have immortals here when he becomes a pile of dry bones.

Turning the triangle stone, Wan Qingping closed the hole again, and then walked thoughtfully towards the boat.

Taking out a roll of parchment paper from the wooden box on the ship, Wan Qingping marked the island with charcoal.

In fact, in the past two years, Wan Qingping would record all the small islands he encountered along the way on parchment, and also drew a simple nautical chart. Wan Qingping plans that if he doesn't have a fairy fate, then he will return the same way and be an ordinary person in his hometown.

After writing it down, Wan Qingping jumped into the water and used a dagger to clean up the debris at the bottom of the boat, and when the boat was at sea, there were often some oysters, anemones, floating algae and other things attached to it, if it was not cleaned for a long time, it would affect the boat very much.

After cleaning up, the dust on Wan Qingping's body had already been washed away by the seawater. Then he got on the boat, hung up the cowhide sails, looked at the compass hands, and made a little discerning the direction and headed towards the depths of the sea.

I don't know how many days later, on this day, Wan Qingping stood up and looked at the increasingly swollen sails on the mast of the ship and the sky where black clouds were constantly gathering, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes: "This thunderstorm is coming so fast!"

I can't help but say that Wan Qingping's doubts are unreasonable, this is still a sunny day, and it is almost a small moment of effort, and the wind and rain are blowing, and the clouds are thick. This kind of fast situation that made Wan Qingping start to drop raindrops before he could lower the sails was the first time he had encountered it.

The raindrops the size of beans crackled on the face, and the cumulus clouds were black and oppressive, low and suffocating, and between the cumulus clouds, I could only see blue-purple electric light jumping, but I couldn't hear the thunder falling, as if accumulating strength.

Wan Qingping hurriedly braved the wind and rain, pulled the rope vigorously, and the swollen sail finally fell.

Hurriedly rolled up the sails, and before they could be put away and put in the wooden box, Wan Qingping let out an exclamation of "ah-", and a scene on the sea in the distance made him unforgettable.

I saw a huge octopus that Wan Qingping had never seen before suddenly jumped out of the sea with a swirling black qi, and several thick fleshy arms waved towards the lightning cumulus clouds, as if they were provoking.

Suction cups the size of grinding discs are densely distributed on several huge walls of flesh, and black and white stripes adorn the octopus's flesh.

As the octopus jumped out of the water several miles away, Wan Qingping only felt as if a big stone had been pressed on his chest, which was suffocating and uncomfortable, and the stone seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and he would not stop until he was squashed.

Huge waves rose out of thin air around the mountain-like octopus, rippling in all directions with rolling might, surging and surging, as if they had the power to destroy the world, all kinds of fish and sea beasts seemed to be swept out of the bottom of the sea, thrown high into the sky, and then fell into the water, a stream of fish filled it.

Wan Qingping endured the pressure, pulled up the wooden planks of the cabin, and then tied himself with ropes, before he could tie the second rope, Wan Qingping felt as if he had flown up, and he and the boat seemed to have climbed to the peak, which was all made of water, and the bottom was all blue and black.

"Bang", Wan Qingping fell into the cabin again, and then rejoiced, if he hadn't tied a rope just now, he would have been swept away by the waves.

Then Wan Qingping was thrown up again, like a sandbag, thrown around.

After a while, Wan Qingping took advantage of this gap to tighten another rope, and at this time, he felt that the blue light flashed in front of him, and then he heard a thunder in his ears: "Boom-"

The huge octopus seemed to provoke the dark clouds, and the dark clouds finally couldn't bear to make a move, and a thunderbolt fell directly towards the huge octopus, and one of the octopus's arms suddenly became bloody and fleshy.

At this time, Wan Qingping's boat was on the top of a huge wave, so his vision was wide, and what surprised Wan Qingping was that the bloody octopus that was bombed actually flashed white light again and again, and the broken tentacle actually grew back.

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