In the following days, Lu Tianyu stayed at Zhao's house, waiting to participate in the coronation ceremony of his father-in-law Zhao Yunbing.

In the early morning of the second day, a shocking scene appeared in the Foggy Sea.

Originally, the entire Fog Sea, as usual, was a calm and peaceful scene.

The sea is as blue as a wash, connected to the horizon, and there is no end in sight.

The morning breeze blows slowly, sometimes rolling up a wisp of waves, and a small fish can be faintly seen in it.

Before the early morning sun appeared, there was no abnormality in the entire fog sea.

However, when the early sun of the sky completely struggled to reveal its full appearance, hanging on the eastern mountain, the tranquility of the Fog Sea was quickly broken.

"Boom!" In the depths of the Fog Sea, like a dragon churning, a shocking sound was quickly heard, and layers of waves flew and stirred, turning into several thick water columns, soaring into the sky.

Often the first wave has not yet fallen, and the second wave of the thick wave turns into a huge column of water again.

The sound of "crackling" is endless, most of the foggy sea, all trembling violently, those fish swimming freely in the sea, are thrown high by the water column and fly up, often before falling, they are directly bombarded by the impact of the second wave of water columns, and when they fall into the sea again, they have become a dead fish, and the fish belly is white and floating on the sea surface.

The fishermen living on the edge of the Foggy Sea, seeing this shocking scene, couldn't help but be frightened, and fled one by one.

"Poseidon is angry, run!"

For a time, the fishermen living near the foggy sea all dragged their families and fled, and they no longer dared to go to the sea to fish.

In less than ten breaths, in this rumbling sound echoing the world, thousands of fish had already died, and a strong fishy smell quickly wafted into the air.

Just as the tenth wave of water column was rising, I saw a black shadow, which suddenly broke through the sea, turned into a dazzling black lightning, soared into the sky, and Zuihou raised his head and proudly suspended in the sky.

"Haha, the old man's internal injuries have finally healed, and from now on, the entire Divine Desolate Continent will be at my disposal!" The black shadow stabilized his figure, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, letting out a burst of madness.

The laughter suddenly formed a huge sonic boom, which rushed straight out of the clouds, and reverberated throughout the fog and sea for a long time.

This person is the clone of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires of the Venerable Master who has been hiding in the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda and cultivating to heal his wounds.

It's just that the real Master of the Spirit Tribulation is dead, and he can also be called the new Master of the Spirit Tribulation.

Originally, the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation had suffered extremely serious internal injuries and had not healed so quickly, but after the Chaos Son contributed a lot of mysterious energy last time, with the help of the mysterious energy, the recovery time was greatly shortened.

After more than a year of difficult healing, the injuries in the body of the Spirit Tribulation Master have finally healed, not only that, but his own strength has also greatly improved a lot, and he has reached the terrifying mid-stage realm of Zhanzun, and he is only one step away from stepping into the late stage realm of the most pinnacle of the continent.

Although the highest realm in the continent is the realm of the God of War, but for a long time, almost no one has reached that level, and the realm of the God of War has become a legendary existence, and now the strongest person in the continent should be the late realm of the War Venerable.

The Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation believed that with his current strength, even in the entire Divine Desolate Continent, he could be called one of the best existences.

This new Spirit Tribulation Master is the embodiment of the seven emotions and six desires of the dead Spirit Tribulation Master, whether it is the ** in his heart or his arrogant and domineering nature, it is magnified countless times.

At this moment, the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation was just quietly suspended in mid-air, and his body naturally spread a momentum of looking at the world, as if it was integrated with the void, and the ordinary fishermen below could hardly see his existence at all, and could only see a thick black mist, floating in the sky, distorting and changing, showing countless visions.

"The god of the sea is angry, the villain will set three meals a day in the future, and good wine and good food will be offered to you, and please don't blame us on the god of the sea!" ...... For a while, the vision conjured up by the Venerable Master above the Fog Sea caused the fishermen below to fall to their knees one after another, kowtow tremblingly, and sincerely ask for the sea god's forgiveness.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw countless fishermen on the shore bowing to him, and the Venerable Master couldn't help but raise his head again, and the laughter quickly formed a huge sonic boom, which swept down, and the entire fog area and sea surface once again stirred up several monstrous waves, rumbling loudly and reverberating the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, these fishermen were even more convinced of their inner guesses, it seemed that this time it was really the sea god's anger, otherwise, this foggy sea would not have undergone such a shocking upheaval.

Everyone, kowtow more diligently, the sound of knock knock does not stop, even kowtow to the head of the blood flow does not know it, at this moment, all the fishermen think the same in their hearts, just ask the sea god to calm his anger and not to blame them.

The worship of the fishermen greatly satisfied the vanity of the Venerable Master, and the laughter became even louder and louder, echoing over the misty sea for a long time.

"Who is the demon, dare to pretend to be the god of the sea here, fool the fishermen, the old man will do the way for the heavens today, and kill you, the demon, to set an example!" At this moment, a gray shadow suddenly pierced the sky and went straight to the heavens of the Spirit Tribulation Master.

This gray-clothed man is a worldly master who lives in seclusion on the seaside, and the color of the battle qi that spreads from his body, and his cultivation has also reached the terrifying realm of the war queen stage, and this kind of strength can be regarded as a generation of powerhouses.

It was only because under the black fog that the gray-clothed man could not find out the specific cultivation of the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation, nor could he see his physical appearance clearly, and he thought that the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation had used some kind of trick to fool the fishermen, so he appeared in anger.

The gray-clothed man is named Wang Ming, who lives with these fishermen on weekdays, fishing and weaving, and lives a leisurely and happy life, and the neighbors get along in harmony and help each other.

Over time, Wang Ming has become accustomed to life here, and regarded himself as one of the fishermen, and now he sees someone who dares to pretend to be the god of the sea, pretending to be a ghost here, and intimidating these ordinary fishermen, he is furious and shows up angrily.

"Who are you scolding for being a demon?" When Wang Ming just rushed to within a hundred feet of the black fog, suddenly, a ruthless cold snort came from the black fog.

"Boom!" Although the cold snort was not loud, it fell in Wang Ming's ears, but it was like a thousand thunderbolts exploding, Wang Ming's eardrums on both sides were instantly shattered, blood was like an infusion, and he couldn't help but hug his head suddenly, and his expression of pain quickly retreated.

But at this moment, from the black mist, he suddenly stretched out a black arm, grabbed Wang Ming's neck at random, and lifted it to the black fog three feet away from the range like pinching a chicken.

Seeing this black arm composed of pure energy, Wang Ming couldn't help but quickly open his eyes, and two thick wisps of disbelief and horror burst out from it.

As a cultivator, he knew what this black energy arm meant, it was a symbol of reaching the terrifying Battle Venerable realm.

"Former ...... Senior, the villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, I don't know if you are always here, how offended, and ask the seniors to forgive me!" Wang Ming, who was so frightened, hurriedly begged with trembling and begging, just begging that this super strong man could spare his life.

"The old man has been in retreat for many years, he doesn't ask about the world, and he doesn't know much about the outside world, if you can tell me the situation outside in detail, perhaps, the old man can spare you from dying!"

"No problem, senior, the villain will tell you everything, and please let go of the villain first, and the villain will take you back to talk!" Wang Ming heard this, and immediately shouted in ecstasy.

"Smack!" As soon as Wang Ming's words fell, the big black energy hand had quickly collapsed and dissipated, and his entire body suddenly fell heavily into the sea below, smashing up a monstrous wave.

After Wang Ming jumped out of the sea, he hurriedly looked up at the black fog in the sky tremblingly, even he couldn't see the true face of the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation in the black fog.

Wang Ming's eyes were already filled with a strong sense of fanaticism and reverence.

"Boom!" At that moment, a thunderbolt of lightning suddenly crossed the sky, and then a rain of sun floated, which sometimes happens in this rainy season, and it rains in bursts of light.

"Did I let you go?" What the Master of the Spirit Tribulation hated the most was this kind of rainy weather, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but point to the sky with his right hand and let out a terrifying roar.

"Boom!" the Venerable Master's roar was louder than thunder, and as soon as the words fell, he saw the plum rain in the sky, suddenly reversing, and not a single drop fell on the range where the Fog Sea was located, and all of them were driven to other areas under the finger of his right hand.

"Whew!" Seeing this terrible scene, Wang Ming couldn't help but gasp.

It is rumored that after reaching the realm of Zhanzun, with a wave of his hand, he can cause a mountain to collapse and crack the ground, and the stone will break the sky, which is indeed true.

With a wave of his hand, the Venerable Master caused the rain to roll back and go elsewhere, and this kind of supernatural power was completely shocking, and it was far beyond the normal scope of his comprehension.

At the same time, Wang Ming felt an infinite arrogance and domineering momentum from the previous actions of the Venerable Master of the Spirit Tribulation.

It's going to rain, and I won't let it rain.

The fanatical color in Wang Ming's eyes was even stronger.

This Wang Ming, who used to be a strong man in a big family, offended the head of the family because of his arrogant and uninhibited nature, so he was driven away by the head of the family in a rage.

Discouraged and desperate, Wang Ming, who lamented that no one appreciated him, Zuihou had to choose to live in seclusion in this seaside fishing village, but his inner ambition and ** still existed.

Now, seeing this terrifying Spirit Tribulation Master, Wang Ming's mind has made a decision, and his inner ambition and ** have swelled rapidly, even more than before.

"Take the old man to where you live!" "In the black mist, the order of the Master of the Spirit Tribulation was spread.

"Yes, yes, senior, please come with the little one!" Wang Ming heard this, and quickly nodded respectfully, and quickly entered a small wooden house by the sea with the black mist behind him.