"I don't know. ”

Ye Mingke, who was also standing in place wet, said to Ying Kui beside him in a hoarse voice

"Two days have passed and I really ...... I don't have a clue at all. ”

Li Han, who was tied with trouser legs, and the bamboo pole also walked to their side, and these men were responsible for the boat support in the past few days.

After spending a long time with a few of the immortals they saw on the ship, they were no longer as terrified as they had been at the beginning.

"Today, we still haven't found the sea mark left by our ancestors, and it seems that this place is completely different from the way we came. Li Handao said to Ye Mingke, "The Misty Sea is already miraculous, and the path taken by immortals is different from that of mortals. There's a good chance we'll not find that way. ”

"Moreover, this time the sea of mist gives me a very different feeling than the previous two times. ”

Ye Mingke and Ying Kui were silent.

Ye Mingke looked up at the sea shrouded in layers of fog in the distance, his perception in the fog could reach thirty zhang, but for this vast sea, what is the use of a vision of thirty zhang?

Seeing the three of them gather together and discuss in a low voice, the rest of the ship, except for Kenjiu, who was once again weakened to the point of falling into a coma, all looked at them.

Every pair of eyes carries anxiety, confusion, fear, and ...... The last hope.

Hope has weight.

Ye Mingke felt those heavy gazes and lowered his head.

But in the face of this sea of thousands of miles, what can he do? The arithmetic and reasoning that Aunt Long taught him are useless, and his superhuman physique has no meaning.

He was confronted with a nature with deep malice. Perhaps this sea is the biggest and most terrifying ghost.

Time is like the fine sand that wants to be held hard but passes faster, and the time that Jian Jiu exchanged for his life has been irreversibly and unstoppably moving forward.

Night falls.

The ship drifted in the night, and the sleeping people in the cabin would leak a few cries and frightened cries from time to time, making the night even more oppressive and dreary.

"Wow"

There were a few soft noises on the water not far from the boat, and a figure in the water jumped out of the water again and again with the thrust of the waves, stepping towards the waves.

"Bang" "Bang"

The figure fell into the water again and again, and then jumped again.

But it can only be repeated all the time.

That figure was Ye Mingke.

Ying Kui, who propped his elbows on the side of the boat, looked at the ridiculous and funny figure that fluttered and jumped up in the water again and again, and suddenly laughed, with mockery and self-deprecation in his smile.

He put away the spirit sword he was carrying on his back, took off his coat, moved his wrists and ankles, and leaped towards the sea.

"Bang", as many times in the past, as soon as he fell into the water, he couldn't use any spiritual power, and he sank into the water at once.

He followed the figure not far away, tried to leap with the power of the waves, and then ...... Like the figure in front of him, he fell weakly into the water again and again.

"Wow" "Bang"

Jump, fall.

The sea in the night is cold and dark. There is also a bitter salty taste that spreads throughout the mouth and then throughout the body as the seawater overflows into the mouth.

Bitter.

The two people in the sea repeated the ending of rushing out of the water and falling down again and again, like two flying fish yearning for the sky.

The best time was that Ye Mingke seemed to have found some trick and walked seven steps on the waves. It's a pity that after that, Ye Mingke returned to the situation where he often fell with one step.

And as a monk, Ying Kui, at best, is just a step.

The thunder and fire attribute of the ghosts doomed them to not leave the battlefield against the ghosts in the fragile wooden boats

So they want to be like Jian Jiu, with the ability to fight at sea, so that they may be able to help Jian Jiu, who has fought to the extreme, so that he doesn't have to be so difficult.

However, the two of them, who had never been exposed to mortal martial arts, wanted to be able to walk in just one or two days, even if Jian Jiu tried to teach them some tricks, it was still too difficult.

The night flowed faintly, and at last the two of them, drenched and struggling to climb onto the wooden boat, leaning against the side of the boat in exhaustion, gasping heavily.

The sky was already faintly bright, and the two people leaning on the side of the boat looked at the sky light that broke through the fog at the same time, and the rapid breath exhaled from their mouths turned into misty mist in the cold air of dawn.

"Why, only Sword Nine will learn martial arts in the mortal world?" Ye Mingke suddenly turned his head and asked Ying Kui.

The two people, who have also been immersed in the cold and bitter sea water for two nights, have lost the tension between them when they first met.

"Monks generally only practice Taoism. Even those of us who are famous and decent disciples who value the foundation have only practiced some of the most basic sword moves and steps when we have reached the realm of the scriptures. ”

Ying Kui didn't give Ye Mingke a cold face this time, but explained in a low voice.

"Martial arts have long declined, except for Jian Jiu's martial idiot, who would practice those things that are so difficult to cultivate, and their power is completely inferior to immortal dao spells. ”

"But who knows, one day this thing will be so bad. ”

Ying Kui laughed self-deprecatingly.

"It's the first time I've never used it like this, and it's the first time I've been protected like this. ”

"I'm not. This is already the second time for me. But no matter how much you hate yourself for being useless. Try to live, try to be strong, and don't give up a little hope, so that you can be worthy of those who protect you with their lives. ”

Ye Mingke looked at his eyes, and his clear pupils were filled with bright skylight.

Ying Kui also looked into his eyes, he felt the sincerity in his words, he was comforting him, but he was not used to it.

He shook his head and changed the subject.

"Where the hell did you come from? With such a strange physique, it is unlikely that you are from an ordinary mortal background. ”

"There's no comment on that. Out of this sea of mist, you still have to hunt down my enemies. I can't be too unwary of my enemies. ”

Ye Mingke smiled and fooled the past, half-sincere and half-false.

"That's right. ”

Ying Kui smiled self-deprecatingly again, he tilted his head and looked at Ye Mingke seriously.

"I find that you are not that annoying as a person. It's a pity ......"

His gaze was complicated.

"I am a very withdrawn and hated person. I have very few friends, and the deaths of my two few friends have something to do with you. And I said I would take your life. ”

"And I'm very committed to it. ”

His eyeballs moved slightly, revealing the crazy blood that had settled under his eyes.

"You're a nuisance. ”

Ye Mingke's right hand subconsciously tightened into a fist, but his face was still relaxed after fatigue and a look of indifference. He shrugged.

"Anyway, you also promised that you would never hurt me and a few others in the sea of mist, so don't forget that just yet. As for going out, let's talk about it when we go out. ”

"Get out!"

Ye Mingke was saying "go out" when suddenly a low roar came from the cabin, the voice was hoarse and weak, but with fiery pain and anger.

"What's wrong?" Ying Kui struggled to his feet at the voice.

"It's Jian Jiu and Song Mingyu. ”

Ye Mingke, who had not relaxed his surroundings at all times, had clearly sensed the specific situation in the cabin, and hurriedly got up and walked into the cabin with Ying Kui.

Inside the cabin, Jian Jiu, whose face was withered and his white hair was like frost, leaned weakly on the table sideways, his face haggard to the point that there was not a trace of blood, and he was as cold and angry as ice.

And Song Mingyu was pushed down and sat on the board, his face was also haggard, and his eyes were red looking at Jian Jiu, who was suppressing his anger in indifference, and his eyes contained heavy sadness and pain.

"Sword rack, you don't want to hold it alone anymore. I give you my life. I promise, really, it will only consume a little bit of spiritual power, and it won't have a great impact on ghosts!"

Song Mingyu, who had been pushed away once, said softly and softly while cautiously kneeling closer to Jian Jiu again.

"It doesn't have much impact on ghosts, but if you consume more, you may die!"

Jian Jiu only raised half of his face and said coldly. He didn't face her, because he knew that he must be ugly now.

But Song Mingyu didn't care about this, she approached him with tears, hugged him, pressed her warm face tightly against his cold and withered face, and cried uncontrollably.

"But you're running out of life, you're going to die. ”

"I'm okay. I won't die, and neither will you. ”

Jian Jiu lowered his head and muttered in a low voice over and over again.

His consciousness was already a little blurred by the extreme weakness of his body, but his eyes as he looked at the sea outside the cabin, although bloodshot, burned like a blazing flame flickering in his pupils.

"Road, find the way!. ”

His eyes suddenly swept to Ye Mingke, and his eyes looked straight at him like blood-red flames, and roared hoarsely.

"I will. ”

Ye Mingke looked at the crazy and persistent blood-red eyes, lowered his head, and choked up in his voice.

"Good. ”

"I'll stop that ghost too. I'm okay. ”

Jian Jiu took his eyes off Ye Mingke, he pushed away Song Mingyu who was holding him, still staring at the sea outside the cabin, muttering over and over again.

What little consciousness he had left gradually condensed into a line as firm as steel as he continued to suggest himself.

A beast outside the cabin suddenly moved, and the will that condensed into a thread was also touched.

The beast had just oozed a large amount of blood, and it didn't even raise its blue flames. Jian Jiu, who had been so weak that he had to lean against the table even when he was sitting, suddenly moved.

Like a thunderbolt crashing against a mountain, like a huge wave crashing against a sea cliff.

The cold and silent long sword in his hand was thrown by him first, piercing the entire body of the demon, and the withered and weak body was attached to the sword, and the demon was slammed into the demon with a sword, knocking the evil ghost out of the wooden boat.

Jian Jiu, who fell into the sea with the evil ghosts, fought frantically with the evil ghosts in the waves, and his face was hideous and twisted like a demon.

If a ghost can protect the people he wants to protect, what is there to fear about death?

The coldness of the sea and the scorching heat of the splashing thunder and fire made Jian Jiu's consciousness more and more blurred, and he only knew that he couldn't stop swinging his sword.