At this moment, most of the monks, including Fang Nan, had already found a vacant place to meditate and prepare to recover the lost mana, but after seeing this, they couldn't help but look at it.

I saw that at the same time as the waves rose, the water surface of that sea area suddenly appeared in the shape of a whirlpool, and rapidly expanded, and in a blink of an eye, a crack several zhang wide appeared out of thin air, at a glance, bottomless, daunting.

After seeing this, Chongyang breathed a sigh of relief, put away the pale gold disc in his hand, and sacrificed a light blue long sword, and the sword flew to the top of the sea area, and after looking at the bottom for a long time, he flew back upside down and landed in front of Hui Yan, and nodded at him, indicating that there was no problem.

A smile of relief appeared on Hui Yan's handsome face, and he waved his hand, and after letting Chong Yang also go to the side to meditate and rest, he took out a pale gold bead the size of half a palm from the storage bag, and rubbed it in his hand, while his eyes kept staring at the crack in the sea, as if he was waiting for something.

This scene was extremely ordinary, even if some of the monks present noticed it, they didn't pay attention to it, but Fang Nan's face changed slightly, and after looking at the orb, he withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace, revealing a bit of a deep groan.

"Relic ......"

He muttered to himself in his heart, Fang Nan had studied a lot in this area because of the old ghost of Luoyun before, and naturally he could see at a glance that the pale golden bead was a relic that could only be condensed by monks above the Buddhist sect.

This thing is quite mysterious, and its own level is extremely high, but even the Qi Refining Cultivator can be used to suppress demons and eliminate demons after mastering a few methods, and it can be described as a treasure of natural restraint for demonic and gloomy things.

Fang Nan has been in the immortal cultivation realm for more than ten years now, and so far, he has seen a relic, and now that he sees it again, he is naturally a little surprised, and this relic in the other party's hand seems to be much higher than his own.

"The relics only have a miraculous effect on the evil demons, and this secret treasure underneath is clearly the relics of the Huayan Zen Temple, why did this person take out the relics?" Thinking of this, Fang Nan couldn't help frowning.

But after thinking that his understanding of the relics was only a surface, and it was very likely that this thing would have other uses, Fang Nan shook his head with some relief, put aside his thoughts, and concentrated on recovering the lost mana.

For a while, among the nine foundation building monks, except for Wu Donglin and Hui Yan, who had profound mana and did not need to meditate to recover, the rest of them were holding the spirit stone in their hands and closing their eyes, and the sea breeze on the islands and reefs was slight, except for the sound of the waves lapping, there was silence.

After about two incense sticks, Hui Yan, who was standing on the edge of the island and reef, suddenly turned around slowly and said softly: "It's almost time, donors, I'm ready to go." ”

After hearing this, everyone opened their eyes, stood up, and subconsciously stood in two piles according to their respective camps.

The next moment, Wu Donglin and Hui Yan glanced at each other, and after nodding, they took the lead in sacrificing the magic weapon, and drove the light to the crack in the sea over there, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, they directly escaped into the crack without any hesitation.

Fang Nan was still a little hesitant, but Sun Nu and Wang Suwan had already risen without saying a word and followed, and the remaining bald monks led by Chongyang also stepped on various flying magic weapons and disappeared under the water.

Seeing this, Fang Nan sighed helplessly, sacrificed the Shadow Boat, turned into a white light and rose into the sky, hovering above the sea for a while, and then slammed into the crack.

A moment later, I saw an extremely faint pillar of golden light shoot out from the depths of the crack, leap out of the water for a few feet and then dissipate. Immediately, the crack that was several feet wide was quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, it was completely sealed, and the sea surface returned to normal, as if it had never happened.

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Liaoxing Island, about two hundred miles away from the coast of Jixian Mansion, is the smaller of the dozens of islands occupied by the Sect of the Offshore Overlord-level Sect. And the shape is long and narrow, the longest is not more than ten miles, and the narrow place is only seven or eight miles long.

Although the area of this island is small and there are no high-quality spiritual veins, due to the special location, the Jiaomen still set up a small square market on the island, and sent dozens of monks led by a Jiedan patriarch to guard this place.

There are not a few monks in the East China Sea, but due to geographical factors, the Fang market is more scattered, so although the scale of this Fang Market is not as large as that of Linchuan Fang City, it is also extremely lively, attracting many monks from a radius of hundreds of miles to trade here.

On this day, Liao Xindao suddenly came to an uninvited guest.

I saw that in mid-air, a gray light shot out in the distance, and after shaking for a while, it stopped in the southeast corner of Fang City, revealing the figure of a middle-aged man.

The man was dressed in a yellow shirt, with a palm-sized white auspicious cloud embroidered on the neckline, and his figure was magnificent, and he looked extraordinary, and after looking at the surrounding scene, his eyes finally fell on a three-story small building on his right, and he raised his eyebrows, and walked in without saying a word.

All the way to the third floor, turned into a small room, there were several people in yellow shirts in the same costume waiting at the round table, seeing him come in, someone quickly got up and closed the door, and the rest of the people also stood up one after another, welcoming the middle-aged man to the round table.

At the table, only a horse-faced old man who looked like the leader sat still, sipping tea alone, noticing the movement, he raised his eyes lightly to look at the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice: "Are you back?"

The middle-aged man took a step forward respectfully, bowed and said, "Senior Brother Hui, according to the news sent back by Qinghai Diao, after those people appeared in Dongcheng Port, they boarded a fishing boat and finally stopped on a small island fifty miles away in the northeast. ”

"Small island, or do you go by fishing boat? What do you want to do with such a low-key approach?"

The horse-faced old man touched his sparse beard, a look of interest appeared in his eyes, and then looked at the middle-aged man: "And then, what are they doing on that island?"

"There are monks in the late stage of foundation building in that group, although the Qinghai eagle is good at camouflage, and can make its breath look no different from that of a seagull, but after all, it is just a third-level demon beast, I am worried that they will find out the clues, so they let it turn around, so I only know that they let the fishing boat return to shore and stayed on the island and reef, I don't know what it was for. ”

The middle-aged man's face was a little embarrassed, and after touching the spirit beast bag on his waist, he responded in a low voice.