The ship shook violently, and the speed of sailing instantly became a few points faster. However, there is not a trace of a smile on everyone's face. The wind before the storm had caught up with them. The wind is the head of the rain, the wind has come, will the rain be far away?

If so, it's okay, and the real situation is still on the ship. The sails of the ship were blown by the wind. The ship's mast is defended by golden light. But vaguely, people think it's shaking.

"Everyone, be careful! The wind is coming! Everyone, steady, everyone!"

Boss Yang raised his hands high and beckoned everyone on the deck. But since he was facing the wind, almost no one could hear what he was saying. The wind was so loud that everything he said was drowned out in the wind.

Boss Yang danced in the wind for a while, and suddenly realized this. He hurriedly turned to look at everyone, but this glance sent chills down his heart. The sailors staggered in the wind, and some of the less cultivated cultivators followed suit.

The sailors are just ordinary people, and it is normal for them to have this reaction. And the cultivators who were conceited and extraordinary in the past are also like this, so it is debatable. It's no wonder that in the past, cultivators were all high up, and there were really not many people who really saw this kind of scene. Although he keeps saying that he is not afraid, when the matter comes, how many people are really not afraid?

"Everyone, steady, everyone!"

Boss Yang shouted loudly and exhaustedly, trying to stabilize people's hearts. But no matter how loud his voice is, it can't penetrate the wind. Boss Yang was anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, it would be useless.

"Panic what! Do your duty and find your own position. Senior Brother Yun, resist them for the time being. ”

A calm voice, piercing through the wind, instantly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Senior brother, rest assured!"

Yun Yang's voice sounded in everyone's ears, accompanied by the sound of turning a book clearly. As the sound faded away, several rays of light of different colors shot into the sky. The light intertwined into a point over the ship, forming a multicolored light cage that enveloped the ship. The light cage slowly rotated, creating a transparent curtain of light that kept all the wind out.

This is what a cultivator should be? You usually look like you are on the top, but you are so ugly when you encounter danger! This strong wind is just an appetizer, and the rainstorm will come immediately. Senior Brother Yun's method can only last for a while, and everyone should not slack off. ”

Ma Zhiyuan angrily reprimanded everyone, and then turned his gaze to the black clouds not far away.

After this reprimand, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream. Some of the monks were expressionless, while others were uncontrollable. Surprisingly, however, no laughter was heard from anyone at this time. Ma Zhiyuan guarded in the center, Yun Yang also maintained the light curtain, the two Qi Condensing Monks guarded the front and rear directions, and the rest of the Forging Stage monks guarded the left and right. Several forging monks gathered together and chatted quietly. What they were talking about was exactly what had happened in the previous storm.

"Brothers, they're really amazing

Harm. The situation just now almost scared me out of half my life, and I almost forgot that I was a cultivator. A few of you are indifferent, and my little brother admires it!"

"What do you admire! This is also my first experience. It's not that I'm indifferent, but I'm just stupid. At that time, I forgot all the spells, but I only remembered to stabilize my body with a jack pendant. ”

One of the monks waved his hand, and told the truth without blushing or beating his heart.

"It's all about the same, it's about the same!"

In their spare time, the monks of the Forging Stage were chatting one by one, when suddenly Yun Yang interrupted their conversation.

"The rain is coming! Don't slack off, the idle fellow Daoists inject spiritual power into the spirit rune. ”

When everyone came back to their senses, the book in Yun Yang's hand had already flown out four pages of spirit runes. The spirit rune fluttered, gently sticking to the light curtain. Many monks instantly realized, and the spiritual power in their bodies turned into silk threads connected to the spirit runes through the palms of their hands.

As soon as this was done, the light curtain behind the building ship suddenly dented. The rainstorm is finally coming, and it's a lot of power. The raindrops that were once weak have now turned into arrows of steel. Drop by drop on the light curtain, and at the same time on everyone's hearts.

The sound of chopping and chopping kept ringing, and it was the sound of raindrops falling on the light curtain. The two Qi Condensing Monks struggled to support the light curtain, but the rain was too heavy, and the light curtain was constantly sinking inward. Ma Zhiyuan saw that the situation behind him was not optimistic, and when he raised his hand, he also shot out a thread of spiritual power. With the spiritual support of the three Qi Condensing Cultivators, the light curtain gradually stabilized. The three Qi Condensing Cultivators nodded in tacit understanding, and they all saw the admiration in their eyes.

And at this moment, everyone suddenly felt that the sky space had darkened. Even though the light was dim just now, at least I could see things clearly. And now, it's pitch black. Everyone looked up, only to find that at some point, the black cloud had caught up with them. A huge black vortex swirled around them.

There seems to be only one sound left between heaven and earth, chop. The light curtain was distorted by the raindrops, and even the three Qi Condensing Monks could not stop it. The Condensing Cultivator could only support the light curtain in the rain, and the Forging Monk was even worse. Although there were many forging monks supporting a light curtain, the situation was still very bad. The faces of each of the Body Forging Cultivators were ugly, and it was obvious that the huge spiritual power consumption made it a little difficult for them to support.

The light curtains on both sides of the ship only held up for a moment before they began to shake. The light curtain flickered as if it was going to go out at any moment. Seeing this, Yun Yang sighed helplessly. The book in his hand flipped through again, and once two spirit runes flew out. The spirit runes flew to the sides one left and one right, gently sticking to the shaking light curtain. Suddenly, the two spirit runes burst into flames almost at the same time. In the midst of the light and fire, two runes flew out and were imprinted on the light curtain. The light curtain shook a few times, but finally stabilized.

Before these forging monks could breathe a sigh of relief, the change happened again. The whole ship seemed to come to life and trembled slightly. Everyone felt that the building boat was slowly floating upward. The rain is beating between heaven and earth

The sound of the light curtain continued, and Boss Yang looked at everyone and seemed to be shouting. It's just that he couldn't hear what people were shouting, and nothing could penetrate the rain.

Why did the boat float, in fact, Boss Yang knew very well. The black cloud caught up with the building ship, and the huge suction force gradually rolled the building ship towards the top of the black vortex. At the very top of the whirlpool, the force of this suction suddenly disappears. Then the building boat will fall directly from a high place because there is nowhere to exert its strength, and it will fall to pieces.

Boss Yang seemed to have foreseen this scene in advance, and he wanted to loudly remind these cultivators who were helping. But his voice, like the others, could not penetrate the sound of the rain. Thinking of the impending disaster, he couldn't help but feel a tingle in his scalp and a chill down his spine.

However, the scene he foresaw did not really happen, and a voice overshadowed the only sound in heaven and earth, and sounded in the ears of everyone on board.

"Edict!"

Although the boat is still trembling, the amplitude is much smaller. The upward trend was suppressed by an inexplicable force. The sea was gently displaced, and several meters of white waves splashed around the hull. But then the white waves were swept by the wind and turned into raindrops that beat the light curtain.

The boat returned to the surface and sailed slowly forward in the midst of the turbulence. Everyone was amazed by the change in Lou Chuan, but at the same time, they also knew in their hearts that this must be some kind of spell cast by Ma Zhiyuan, who was sitting and watching the overall situation.

At this time, although Ma Zhiyuan's face did not change, he was actually extremely tired. Although the spiritual power in the condensation period is condensed, it can't help but release too much at one time. The spell that was just cast was a spell called Immovable Mountain. This spell is just a small spell, and it can only serve to stabilize the body. According to common sense, it is just a small spell, and it shouldn't consume much spiritual power. However, once the scope of the spell release is expanded, the consumption of spiritual power cannot be ignored. The spells are constantly maintained, the spiritual power is constantly consumed, and Ma Zhiyuan actually has suffering.

The building boat was bumpy for a few hours, and everyone's spiritual power consumption was not small. Gradually, people noticed that although the sky was still dark, the rainstorm was much less. Subsequently, the pressure of the light curtain brought by the heavy rain was also much smaller. There was finally a second sound in the heavens and the earth, the sound of the rain hitting the light curtain, mixed with the sound of rushing water. Through the light curtain, everyone saw a water curtain behind the ship. But before people could see what the water curtain was, it quickly swept over the boat.

In an instant, it seemed that the world had changed, and the wind did not disappear from the huge waves, and only the slightly swaying sea surface remained. If it weren't for the curtain of water in front of them and the sound of rushing water, no one would have thought they had just experienced a torrential rain.

The bad weather suddenly disappeared, and everyone was unprepared. Ma Zhiyuan didn't have time to stop the spell, and the boat slammed the sea away. For a while, the building boat shook, and the white waves soared a few feet high. The monks who worked hard to support the light curtain were also unable to take the shot, and the light curtain was more than doubled in size in an instant.

After a few breaths, all the monks reacted violently and hurriedly collected their spells. Perhaps the spell was collected too quickly, and the light curtain around the building ship flashed a few times before disappearing. The hull of the ship slammed into the air

The whole ship shook violently.

Several sailors were caught off guard and turned into rolling hoists directly on the deck. Coincidentally, several of the sailors who fell all hit the mast in the center of the ship. Then the men rolled back inexplicably, climbed over the railing and fell off the boat. No one heard the cry for help, but the sound of falling into the water sounded.

The sailors on the ship were stunned, and then they rushed down to save people. Boss Yang didn't react at this time, the heavy rain destroyed the city one moment, the next moment it was calm, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief but it was a change of life.

"Stay with me!"

Ma Zhiyuan roared, the ground collapsed under his feet, and his body rose into the air. Seeing where several people fell into the water, one turned around and fell into the water. After a few breaths, a ray of light burst out of the water. The light drew a circle in the air and landed on the deck of the ship. The light dissipated, and Ma Zhiyuan's figure appeared, and next to him were three sailors lying on the ground. The image of the three sailors was a bit miserable, all of them were bleeding from their heads, and the worst thing was that they were unconscious.

Boss Yang approached and hurriedly hugged his fists to thank Ma Zhiyuan. However, after seeing the appearance of the three sailors, his face began to look ugly. There were four sailors on board who could take the helm, and three of them were wounded at once, which was a bit too coincidental.

"Quick! Someone will send them to the cabin to be healed. ”

Although Boss Yang was a little surprised, he did not lose his sense of proportion, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to treat the three of them.

Armed with all hands and feet, several sailors carried the three unconscious men down. Boss Yang looked around, but then his body shrugged suddenly. He didn't care about his identity or not, and hurriedly shouted loudly to all the cultivators.

"The eye of the storm! This is the eye of the storm! It's not over yet, and the calm is just an illusion. Immortal masters, don't slack off, the storm is coming again!"

As these words were shouted, a curtain of water approached the building boat again. After the curtain of water, the torrential rain hit again.

(End of chapter)