"Finally eighty-one."

The man looked at the lifelike butterflies on his fingertips, and lazily snorted, and the two butterflies slowly turned into a ball of blood and merged into his fingers.

The man's figure became trance-like until it vanished.

The next moment, on the hundred feet high in the sky of the island, the man appeared out of thin air, staring coldly down, the black robe of the hundred butterflies hunted in the wind, and obscure syllables were pronounced from his mouth, and his hands formed a strange mark.

A large amount of red light rose from the island, forming a blood mist that enveloped the entire island and grew thicker and thicker. Among them, the most scarlet eighty-one light clusters merged in the fog, and with a "boom", they dispersed and turned into a huge red canopy.

The man's pupils shrank, and the purple magatama suddenly became clear, staring at the sky, and from time to time there were five features such as eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and the mouth slowly opened, and a large amount of blood was sucked in, slowly revealing a face.

The face was like a thin blood-colored mask, floating between the sky and the island, two red dots lit up in the eyes, staring at the man in the air, his mouth did not move, but he made a voice: "You are ...... Butterfly? ”

"You don't care who I am, find these two for me."

The man stared ahead, and two figures were projected in his eyes, one was a young monk and the other was an old woman Long Zhong.

The face suddenly stopped talking, staring at the two projections, the red light in the pupils turned into two runes, rotated slightly, and returned to normal after a while, and said: "This old woman does not exist, it should be the technique of covering her face, this young monk has a heavy treasure on his body, which causes the heavenly machine to be distorted and cannot be calculated." ”

"What?!"

The man's face sank, and he exclaimed, "You are the oldest existence in the Blood River, what treasures can shield your calculations?" ”

"Hehe, how much money you pay, how much effort I give.

"These essence blood are all garbage from the Qi refining period, there is only one foundation, but it is still garbage, you entertain me with such a feast, how much effort do you expect me to contribute?

"If you can help you calculate it a little, you will be benevolent and righteous."

There was disdain and sarcasm on that face.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and his face was full of gloom: "Then help me restore the original appearance of the old woman." ”

"I'll try."

The face said impatiently.

After a while, the face distorted on its own, slowly turning into a delicate face, seven or eight points similar to Xu Wei.

The man was about to ask where the woman was, but he saw a "bang" on her face, turning into countless red rays and scattering between the sea and the sky.

"Insatiable guy!"

The man shouted angrily.

"The Blood Sacrifice Feast is not available for the time being.

"Slowly figure it out, I don't believe I can't find these two people!"

A chill flashed in the man's eyes, and his body suddenly cracked into a cloud of black gas, and a large number of butterflies poured out of it, flying in all directions of the island: "Kill!" Kill them all, and not a single living creature will be left! ”

……

"Xie Huan, do you have a suitable magic weapon?"

On the spirit boat, Ning Jiujiu handed out some information about the ghost eye shark to everyone, and then asked Xie Huan.

"Yes."

"That's good."

Ning Jiujiu and the others all put a little bit of refreshment.

The importance of ritual weapons to low-level monks is self-evident.

They didn't expect Xie Huan to play any role, he could protect himself, just don't hold back.

"When you are on a mission, you don't need to panic, stay with Zhou Lin, take care of each other, wait for the opportunity to make a move, and experience the power of the middle stage of qi refining, which is extremely helpful to your growth."

Ning Jiujiu was afraid that Xie Huan would be nervous, so he patiently explained.

"Okay." Xie Huan nodded in response.

"Also, I see that you don't often go to sea, you must be highly vigilant against three points when you go to sea, one is sea beasts, the second is natural disasters, and the third is other monks, although the first two are dangerous, but as long as you are careful, the mortality rate is actually not high, but the third point is unguardable, you are simple-hearted, you must pay special attention."

Ning Jiujiu passed on his advanced experience.

Han Wenshan couldn't stop nodding on the side, sometimes he wanted to interject a few words, but he was either ignored or interrupted, so he had to shut up.

The man with dirty pigtails was called Fan Xingguang, and secretly transmitted his voice into the secret road: "Lick Daoyou, your fairy may be robbed by this kid." ”

Han Wenshan looked nervous, and replied: "Don't talk nonsense, Jiujiu is just kind-hearted. ”

Xie Huan listened patiently to the nagging for a long time, although most of it was nonsense, but he still gained some experience at sea.

Finally, when Ning Jiujiu finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to cultivate the elixir, but he heard Han Wenshan say again: "Jiujiu, after this mission, I am going to prepare for retreat, and if I don't come out until the later stage, you have to take care of yourself." ”

"Have you scraped together enough money for the retreat?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned.

"Uncle Zhou supported me." Han Wenshan said.

The limit of the Qi refining period is two hundred years old, Zhou Bo is already more than one hundred and forty years old, he has already crossed the second red line, and he knows that there is no hope of building a foundation, so he basically gives up his cultivation, concentrates on doing tasks to make money, and helps his son save some spirit stones, hoping that Zhou Lin will be able to build a foundation one day.

And Han Wenshan is also over eighty years old, facing the pressure of the red line, saving some spirit stones, and planning to retreat for the last time.

Zhou Bo borrowed the spirit stone, firstly, for the sake of his companions for many years, and secondly, as an investment, if Han Wenshan can step into the late stage of qi refining before he is 100 years old, he will have the hope of impacting the foundation in the future, then his son will also have a big backer.

"Then congratulations, see you next time, Wenshan's predecessors are great cultivators in the late stage of qi refining, don't look down on us who are in the middle and early stages."

Ning Jiujiu blinked his eyes and smiled teasingly.

"How can you look down on it? Thinking about it too much, see you next time, the great monk of Wenshan doesn't recognize us at all, only ninety-nine. Fan Xingguang said meaningfully.

"No matter how poor your mouth is, Wenshan's predecessors will slap you to death."

Ning Jiujiu raised his palm and was about to fight.

Han Wenshan smiled bitterly and said with concern: "In the next few years, we won't be able to do tasks together, Jiujiu, you have to know how to take care of yourself, don't take tasks that exceed your ability, don't work too hard in cultivation, and ...... when you encounter danger."

"Alright, alright."

Ning Jiujiu immediately stopped, changed the topic and said, "Xie Huan, you haven't crossed the red line yet, right?" ”

"Seven years yet." Xie Huan said truthfully.

"It's still Lin'er who has good talent, he stepped into qi refining at the age of twenty-one, and he is only thirty-three this year, so he envy us."

Ning Jiujiu held his chin with both hands, revealing a trace of sorrow.

Zhou Lin smiled sheepishly.

Xie Huan sighed secretly, in his previous life, he was already building a foundation at the age of thirty-three.

Compared to now, it's really heaven and earth.

Fate is like a deck of cards, some people have good cards, some people have bad cards, you can't control what cards you get, but what you can control is how to play this deck of cards well.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

A few days later, the spirit boat came to the sky over a sea area, the blue waves were like washing, and the sky was clear.

The sea is as quiet as a picture, only the sound of waves rolling forward wave by wave.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Zhou Bo suddenly said: "We may have entered the target area. ”

Xie Huan also sensed the abnormality, there was only the sound of water in this sea area, there was not a single bird in the sky, and there was also an abnormal dead silence under the sea surface, and there was no breath of life within the scope of divine consciousness.

This is a distinctly "territorial" characteristic.

In the vicinity where powerful creatures live, all souls are refreshed.

Zhou Bo controlled the spirit boat to descend slowly until it was about ten zhang close to the sea, and then took out a storage bag, which contained the powder that had been prepared for a long time, and threw it into the sea and scattered with the wind.

The crowd began to be vigilant.

This is a mixture of Spirit Grass Soul Baby Flower and Qiang Leaf, which is extremely irritating to sharks, as long as the ghost eye shark is nearby, it will set off a movement.

"Dad, look at the corpse!"

Zhou Lin suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the sea, where some clothes were floating and some broken corpses.

Float like garbage in the waves.

"It's a monk on a mission."

Zhou Bo didn't have any expression on his face: "If you do various tasks a few more times, this kind of floating corpse will not be strange." ”

Zhou Lin's face turned a little pale: "These corpses are strangely shaped, are they human?" ”

The corpses were tattered and shapeless, and were hard to make out except for some rags that looked like monks' robes.

"It's the excrement of sea beasts."

Xie Huan glanced at it a few times and said, "The flesh and bones of the monk are different from mortals, and the sea beast is larger, and many times only part of it is digested, and then it is excreted, and it becomes like this. ”

He had seen a large lump of demon beast feces wrapped in a monk who had digested most of it.

"Gross!"

In the stomachs of several people, there was a convulsion.

Except for Zhou Bo and Xie Huan, all of them turned pale.

It's not terrible to die, but it's too humiliating to die like this.

Zhou Bo glanced at Xie Huan in surprise, nodded and said, "The kid has a little knowledge." ”

Seeing that Xie Huan's face did not change, he was even more surprised.

He took a few puffs of cigarette with a "click", and his eyes sharpened: "There is more than one corpse, it should be that the ghost eye shark mission was wiped out by the group, and from the perspective of time, it was only three or four days ago." ”

"Do you want to set up a defensive array? Safety first. ”

Han Wenshan asked with some concern.

"No, this sea area is too large to be armed."

Zhou Bo said to Xie Huan and Zhou Lin: "There will be movement later, you stay on the boat first and don't move, and a few of us will go out to explore the truth first." ”

At this moment, the quiet sea suddenly exploded without warning, and there was a loud "boom", countless water waves rose into the sky, and a huge wave was emptied, like a huge wall, covering the sky and the sun.

The whole sea surface is like boiling, thousands of horses galloping, countless fish and shrimp are turned up from the bottom of the sea, directly shocked to death, at the tip of the huge waves, the bright red light flashes, the sea, the sky, the clouds, instantly turned into a red piece.

"That's—"

Everyone was horrified.

The red light on the tip of the wave flickered, and it was actually a strange eye opening and closing, and all the monks who looked at it were all aware of the severe pain of the sea, as if they had been pricked by hundreds of needles.

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