Chapter 262: Twelve Islands Alliance
Qin Ziyang's figure continued to dive towards the depths, after all, this place was only the edge of the East China Sea, the sea water was not too deep, and it soon reached the bottom of the sea.
The bottom of the sea is full of mud and sand, unknown fish, and more often all kinds of crystal clear corals, which shine a light on the entire seabed.
Seeing this, he continued to dive along the seabed. At this time, he was sure that the Jindan monk behind him had been thrown off by them, otherwise he would not have seen any movement behind him for so long.
After a while, the weak water crocodile spirit was also consumed, and he did not use the bones of the foundation building monk to practice the blood shadow wrench again, but quietly dived out of the sea.
It was still drizzling on the sea, and there were islands of all sizes everywhere, which looked very illusory in the rain and fog.
Shen Nian carefully explored the surrounding situation, and after making sure that there were no other monks around, his figure immediately jumped out of the sea and flew towards the nearest island with a flying sword.
Halfway through, he said slowly: "At this time, the most important thing is to find the Zhuji Dan for Xiong Jie and Xiong Yu, help them build the foundation, and find a suitable demon beast to carry out the first blood refining. ”
"After the two of them succeed in building the foundation, they will be able to practice the "Great Yin and Yang Hehuan Fu Double Cultivation Chapter"! As long as the two of them succeed in building the foundation, my chances of marrying the Dan will increase by at least 30%!"
Qin Ziyang's speed became faster and faster, and soon an island that was winding like a centipede appeared in front of him, and there were many large ships on the edge of the island, and many mortals appeared busily.
He didn't care about this, unlike Beiling Continent, the East China Sea was dominated by islands, poor resources, and sparsely populated, so most cultivators and mortals lived together.
However, each island has a fixed place for cultivators to live and communicate. And most of these mortals are also in the service of the cultivators on the island.
Just as Qin Ziyang's figure was still a few miles away from that island, three figures also rose on the island, blocking his path immediately.
"Who is the Taoist friend here, what are you doing in my East Kirishim!" asked a long-bearded monk with a cold light in his eyes.
Qin Ziyang knew in his heart that these three people were the guardian monks of this island. In the waters of the East China Sea, each island must be guarded by a sufficient number of cultivators, otherwise the island will often be attacked by other evil cultivators or undersea monsters, and it will be difficult to survive.
"It's just a casual cultivation in the next place, and I want to exchange it for some sundries when I pass through your land!" Qin Ziyang's tone was also very cold, and at the same time, a coercion in the late stage of foundation building also shrouded the three of them.
The one with the highest cultivation among these three is just the old man who is the leader, and he is only in the middle stage of foundation building, how can he withstand Qin Ziyang's spiritual pressure?
"It turned out to be a senior, I don't know what kind of miscellaneous items the predecessor wants to exchange for, in the next ......" The old man's face was ugly, and when he felt the mana fluctuations on Qin Ziyang's body that far exceeded him, his body involuntarily took two steps back.
Originally, he saw that this monk was very young, and he thought that he was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, but he didn't expect to kick it on the iron plate.
"Why, Chang is not welcome on this island?" Qin Ziyang's eyes flashed, and he immediately said under a pseudonym.
"It turned out to be Chang senior, this matter is by no means as Chang senior thinks......"
"Get out!"
The old man wanted to say something, but what greeted him directly was Qin Ziyang's cold drink and the monstrous murderous aura of the Sen Xuan Sword!
Seeing this, the old man and the two monks behind him hurriedly worked together to prop up a magic weapon in the shape of a sky blue bead, turning into a mist to protect the three of them.
But even so, the sword light of the Mori Sword forced the three of them to retreat continuously, and even the bead in the old man's hand showed a slight crack.
"Senior, today is the big day of the alliance between my Blood Water Sect and the surrounding eleven islands, you don't have the token issued by my sect or other islands, it's ......"
"Is the token a token, just kill the three of you!" After Qin Ziyang heard the old man's words, he said coldly, and his movements were faster!
He had also experienced the Twelve Islands Alliance in his previous life, but it was twelve small islands united to resist the oppression of other large islands, and the highest cultivator in the entire alliance was only a monk in the middle of the Jindan period, and in terms of strength, even Zhen Songyu, the weakest in Zheng State, could not compare!
In his previous life, he had also practiced under the rule of these twelve islands for a while, but in more than ten years, the alliance of the twelve islands was wiped out by another island next to it, like a flash in the pan.
At this time, under the command of Qin Ziyang, the Sen Python Sword turned into a dark green monster python, tightly wrapped the azure mana shield, and opened its huge mouth to bite it continuously.
The surface of the blue mana shield flashed wildly, and it was difficult to support, and even the ball-shaped magic weapon in the old man's hand had more and more cracks, and it was almost broken!
"Senior Chang, stop! I have a token here, a token!" The old man ignored the big man on his forehead, and hurriedly took out a sky-blue token from his storage bag and held it high.
In the East China Sea, there has never been such a thing as reasoning, and whoever has a high level of cultivation will have a big fist.
Just as the old man's heart trembled, afraid that Qin Ziyang would kill the three of them without doing anything, the flying sword that kept attacking their mana shield suddenly swirled and returned to Qin Ziyang's side.
"I knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!" Qin Ziyang snorted coldly, and the sky-blue token was directly sucked into his hand with a flick of his hand, and regardless of the ugly faces of these three people, he flew towards the island in one flash.
It's not that he doesn't want to use thunder to kill these three people, but the purpose of his trip is to build the foundation pill and the demon beast essence blood, or the pill that has an amplifying effect on the knot, and he really doesn't want to make a difference.
If he kills these three people and forces the Jindan monks of the Twelve Islands Alliance out, he will have to find a place to flee, so he might as well stop there!
Soon, Qin Ziyang's figure appeared on the highest peak of the island, and a forbidden wave blocked him from the mountain.
With a wave of his hand, the sky-blue token in his hand was immediately imprinted on the prohibition, and a ripple flashed, and a hole that only one person left to pass through immediately appeared.
Flashed in, and immediately another world appeared.
As far as the eye can see, huge high-rise buildings rise from the ground and extend to both sides, forming a Xiuzhenfang city. At the top was a huge temple made entirely of some kind of jade, shining in the sun.
On the top of that temple, there were twelve flags of different colors and shapes, each fluttering in the wind, so lively.
Qin Ziyang understood that these twelve flags were the symbols of the forces on the twelve small islands around here.
The monks who came and went were not surprised by Qin Ziyang, who had just entered, only glanced at him next to the nearest few people, and then went to his own business again.
His figure moved slightly, and his figure also blended into the group of monks. His purpose is the highest temple, and only there will be what he needs!