Four days have passed, and Liang Xiaodao has walked out of the deep sea and entered the scope of the Dead Sea.

There were very few opportunities here, and the broken boats that used to be everywhere never appeared again, and it was a long time before a big fish could be seen from a distance even under the surface of the sea.

"That's all I have to go here!"

He sat cross-legged in the small boat under him, looking around with some reluctance, with his strength it was already very reluctant to get here, even if the big fish was motionless and let him cut it with a knife, it would take him a few days to cut it to death.

Unlike the people who can be found everywhere in the deep sea, the number of people on the Dead Sea becomes scarce, and it often takes a few moments to meet a person.

And they have to be wary of each other, but fortunately, these people still have a bottom line in their hearts, and they know that this is the place of the academy, and they can't do things too much.

Therefore, although he had met a few Shangsanguan monks with bad intentions in Huangzhou or the Demon Clan, he still didn't make a move in the face of Liang Xiaodao, who was a disciple of the academy.

What's more, they didn't think that a monk who had cultivated beyond the Second Realm of Enlightenment on this Dead Sea could pose any threat to them.

Indeed, when the monk went to the deep sea, he had already reached the end.

Liang Xiaodao picked up a bargain, and landed in the deep sea, so he was lucky enough to come to the Dead Sea for a walk.

But it can only be a stroll.

"I don't know what happened to His Highness?"

Liang Xiaodao smacked his lips and muttered.

He wasn't worried, because Li Xiu was in the academy, which was the safest place in the world, so naturally he didn't need to worry.

He was just curious, curious about what was going on outside, so that Li Xiu couldn't get into the sea of books and had to stay outside.

A ship was coming towards him.

At first it was a small dot that could not be seen at all, and then it got closer and closer, and the people on the ship became clearer and clearer.

This was an unexpected person, Liang Xiaodao's face was shocked, and he seemed very surprised.

"Why are you here?"

He asked.

"If he can come, I can come. ”

The boat came a woman, dressed in a white dress, with a cold and arrogant face, and a faint elevation between her eyebrows.

It was Mo Qinghuan, the saint of the Snow Tower, who listened to it.

After leaving Xiaonanqiao that day, Li Xiu asked her to be responsible for leading Tingxue Lou to chase and kill Changlin's people, and she was all punished.

Now she actually appeared here, and she hadn't seen her when she challenged the world at the gate of the academy before.

But none of this matters, the allure of the sea of books is there after all

Liang Xiaodao spread his hands lightly, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that you came, but he didn't come." ”

Mo Qinghuan frowned, he could see that Liang Xiaodao was not lying, so Li Xiu really didn't come?

It's weird.

But now is not the time to say that.

"Do you want to die?"

Mo Qinghuan looked at his face and asked.

The tone is serious, the expression is serious, and it doesn't seem to be a joke.

Liang Xiaodao flickered for a moment, thinking that he was just joking, there is no need to kill his mouth, right?

So he simply shook his head: "I don't want to." ”

Mo Qinghuan said: "Since you don't want to, then stay away from me." ”

After saying this, she stopped and continued to move forward at a rapid pace.

This was a bit confusing, Liang Xiaodao scratched his head and didn't know what was going on, so he wanted to ask what was going on.

Then his gaze fell on Mo Qinghuan's back, and the whole person was stunned for a moment, and a gloom appeared in those eyes.

I saw that the dress behind Mo Qinghuan had been dyed blood-red, and it was faintly visible that his skin was full of dense small wounds.

Naturally, it was not a wound bitten by a big fish, but a wound from someone.

Liang Xiaodao turned his head sharply to look at the depths of the Dead Sea, and looked in the direction where Mo Qinghuan had come from the boat, where many black spots suddenly appeared, and there were no less than hundreds of small boats at a glance.

Then ships flew past him, each with a frenzy and murderous look on their faces.

They all went to Mo Qinghuan.

The speed of these people was very fast, but he had already seen a few familiar faces, such as Holy Sect Luo Fuyuan, Zhou Yuan, Rui Girl, Shangqing Palace Hua Yuyao, and those from the Demon Clan.

What's going on?

Before he had time to think about it, he didn't hesitate and followed closely behind those people.

Mo Qinghuan is the saintess of Tingxue Tower, and she has a good relationship with Li Xiu, especially when she travels thousands of miles to Sanshengzhai to ask for medicine, which is all kindness and friendship.

He couldn't sit idly by.

This momentum was huge, and more and more people joined in, and some disciples of the academy followed in with curiosity.

Something big must be happening.

As time went by, Liang Xiaodao's heart also became heavier and heavier.

"How did you get involved?"

Just as he was in great urgency, a somewhat surprised voice sounded beside him, and he looked sideways

, I saw that the person who spoke was dressed in white and was looking at him with curiosity on his face.

But from the way he dressed, he could tell at a glance that this was the senior brother of the academy.

Liang Xiaodao didn't see it, and asked directly, "Senior brother, do you know what happened? Why is everyone chasing Mo Qinghuan?"

The man looked at him suspiciously: "You don't know anything and run along?"

"Brother Huo's eyebrows, you don't care about me. ”

Liang Xiaodao's tone was full of anxiety.

The man glanced at him again, and explained helplessly: "She took away the biggest chance in the sea of books, and it is said that it is also related to the battle of luck. ”

The biggest opportunity?

The arguments about the battle of luck have long been unusual, but most of them are illusory statements, and what he cares about most is this biggest opportunity.

"Senior brother, what is this big opportunity?"

He asked.

The academy man shook his head slightly: "I don't know. ”

But the fate was pinched in her hands, no one cared what it was, as long as they knew that it was the biggest opportunity in the sea of books, it was enough, everyone wanted to get it, Mo Qinghuan didn't have the strength to eat it alone, but she didn't want to let go, so those people could only kill her and take the chance. ”

"What are the people of the academy going to do?"

Liang Xiaodao asked.

Now it can be said that he is isolated and helpless in the sea of books, if the people in the academy think the same way, Mo Qinghuan will really die.

The man smiled, his body straightened, and he was a little proud: "The people of the academy will fight, but they will fight brightly." ”

Liang Xiaodao sighed and looked straight ahead, where Mo Qinghuan's boat had slowed down and gradually stopped, surrounding her with hundreds of small boats.

All of them are monks of the Three Realms.

Luo Fuyuan stood at the forefront, like a mountain.

"She can't die. ”

Liang Xiaodao said.

"No one can't die. ”

The senior brother of the academy said lightly.

"She's the saint who listens to the Snow Tower?"

"So what?"

"She saved Li Xiu's life. ”

The senior brother of the academy was silent for a moment and sighed: "That really can't die." ”

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ps: Dizzy, dizzy, these two chapters can't reach the level of their satisfaction, ah!