After leaving Dongyu Town. Ye Qin mingled among the Qingdan monks, and flew to the East China Sea with tens of thousands of foundation building monks from the Middle-earth Continent.

Although Sun Lao Rent had already said in advance that the trip was difficult, the mourning was the difficulty of crossing the sea, which was still unexpected by Ye Qin.

In the vast East China Sea, there is boundless sea water on all sides, and there is no shadow of land at all. The shortest flight in this way is as long as the last month, regardless of day and night, under the dazzling sun. Looking at the moonlight under the dark starry sky over the sea at night, there is nowhere to stop.

Sometimes, Ye Qin's imperial weapon flew numbly, and he even suspected that he was not flying in the imperial weapon, but stayed in the sky above a piece of sea and did not move.

If it weren't for the fact that so many monks were flying together, it would not be possible to sustain it with the will of a single foundation monk.

The other foundation-building monks of the Qingdanmen were no better than Ye Qin.

Especially for some low-cost monks who build foundations, although the mana consumed by the flight of the sword is very small, but after such a long flight, the mana is still consumed very quickly. It's only been a day. Spirit stones are needed to replenish mana.

The long and boring flight of the imperial weapon quickly wore down the patience and refinement of this group of sea-crossing monks

Fortunately, they had all gone through various experiences in Middle-earth, and as monks in the foundation building period, this small difficulty had not brought any negative impact on them.

And that's just the beginning.

In the first half month of crossing the sea, the wind and waves were calm, and it was almost impossible for He to encounter any terrible things, even the sea beasts. However, only half a month later, they came across marijuana

Some of the people who flew at the front of the group of monks were surprised to see a small black dot appear in front of the sea.

That little black dot was moving extremely fast on the surface of the sea.

"Hey, what's that?"

"Look at it, it seems to be huge, it doesn't look like a sea beast... Sort of.

Some of the monks at the front had never seen it before, and were unaware of the danger. Back pointing and chattering about the little black dot.

Sun Ran's ancestor of Qingdanmen looked intently, only to see a black whirlwind rolling into the sky from the sea, rolling up a column of water thousands of zhang high, and the wind swirl, sweeping for dozens of miles, was coming towards them.

His face changed dramatically. Secretly said that it was not good, and turned around and shouted loudly at the Qingdanmen monk behind him.

"It's a demon storm, quickly scatter and avoid it, how far can you fly!"

The demon storm came extremely fast, to the point of terrifying, almost between three or five breaths, a huge dark cloud vortex had come to the front of the monks, and there was a faint lightning and thunder in the dark cloud vortex, surrounded by strong wind blades and hail, whistling and sweeping over. The dark cloud vortex had not yet arrived, and the wind blades around it had already slashed countless foundation building monks, unable to stand firm on the flying sword.

This large group of monks who had lived in Middle-earth for many years had never seen such a swift demonic storm. From a distance, it still feels a little small, but when it arrives in front of it, it is found that it is earth-shattering**, and the monk is smaller than an ant in front of it, and one by one he is stunned.

The group of monks is too large, and the speed of the demon storm is too fast. Before many of the monks could react, the demon storm had already descended on them.

The arrival of the demon storm. The huge group of monks in the entire flight was suddenly in chaos, and the light of various magic weapons was messy, and they desperately fled towards the sea at the speed of feeding. You want to escape from the range of the demon storm.

The demon storm on this sea is more powerful than the high-priced wind group spells.

The whirlpool formed by the demon storm has a huge attraction, and those who want to escape are once caught up in it. Directly torn into pieces by the demon storm.

Such a violent demon storm, even the Jindan Ancestor did not dare to easily ignore its edge, so he could only choose to avoid it.

Ye Qinfei was in the middle of the group of cultivators, and he did not discover this terrible danger for the second time. When the demon storm had approached the group of monks, and the group of monks was in chaos, he realized that this behemoth was already within a few miles.

Ge's face turned pale.

Ye Qin didn't care about hiding his strength, and opened his mouth to shoot out the Nanming Li's fire sword, tearing apart the blue and red wind blades that were entwined with him. Desperately trying to get out of this demonic storm whirlpool. However, the huge attraction of the Demon Storm Vortex made him unable to move as if he was stuck, and it was almost impossible for him to avoid this Demon Storm with Edgeworth.

Ye Qin can't escape. Gritted his teeth and jerked. The Yuan Shen Flying Sword under his feet exploded,

A strong flame gushed out, shooting straight into the sea water hundreds of feet below, and whether he could escape from the bottom of the sea if he pierced into the depths was no longer clear to him.

Half a hour later.

The sudden and violent demon storm passed, far away, and the sea returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Tens of millions of scattered monks gathered together again and looked at the sea with palpitations. They re-followed the immortal cultivation realm and sects. Form a flying team. But when they reunited, they found that many of the monks they knew each other had disappeared.

On the surface of the sea, there were no corpses of monks, only patches of blood red. I don't know if it's the blood of the monk, or the blood of the demon beast under the sea.

This proves that the demon storm just now is real.

The size of their large group of monks. At least about a tenth of the contraction. In other words, at least thousands of monks have died in the demon storm just now.

The monks were silent, and a sense of sorrow arose in their hearts.

It's only been half a month since we crossed the sea. It will take several years to fly, and I don't know how many such dangers will be encountered, and the monks who can finally reach the islands of the East China Sea are afraid that they will not be small

After the Qingdanmen monks regathered. Huangfu Bing'er looked anxious. She found out that Ye Qin had not returned to Qingdanmen!; Flying camps. Missing. However, the blood imprint heart and soul imprint on her eyebrows did not sense Ye Qin's disappearance from heaven and earth. So she was sure that Ye Qin was still alive. But where could Ye Qin go? Could it be that when he scattered and fled just now, he flew too far and lost his way at sea?

"Uncle Shi, this door has fallen... Seven foundation building disciples were separated. ”

Huangfu Bing'er counted the sum of the number of people. Report to Sun Ran.

"Well, let's go!"

Sun Ran Ancestor listened to the number of dead and said expressionlessly.

"Uncle Shi, are we going to wait any longer, there may be some lost disciples who will be able to return here soon

Huangfu Bing'er said urgently.

Sun Ran Ancestor was surprised. When crossing the sea, it is normal for a disciple to be killed or injured, and Huangfu Bing'er has always been steady, so why did he suddenly get anxious. "It's a long way to the East China Sea archipelago. You must travel with other large troops to be safe and not delayed. ”

Sun Ran took a look at the astrolabe in his hand. He led the Qingdanmen monk and flew towards the east.

Huangfu Bing'er stayed in the same place for a long time. His eyes searched anxiously towards the surrounding sea. But Ye Qin's figure did not appear for a long time. Seeing that the large army of monks was about to disappear from the sky, she flew away and followed the large army.

I don't know how long it took.

A blue light rushed out of the sea with a thud. A young monk wearing a full set of silk armor magic weapons, standing like a chicken in the soup soup on the dimly lit fire-type flying sword, looked around blankly. The sky was dark, the stars were shining, and it was already night.

This person is none other than Ye Qin who fell into the sea.

"Are all the people gone?"

Wherever Ye Qin's eyes looked, he couldn't find any monks, and smiled bitterly.

He seems to be the only one left in the sea.

The danger passed, the spirit was relaxed, the mana in the body was empty, and even the mana of the protective shield could not be maintained, and he almost fell into the sea again. He hurriedly poured a few large sips of spirit wine, sat cross-legged on the flying sword, and quickly recovered his mana.

The demon storm just now came too fiercely, and he couldn't dodge it, so he could only desperately drill into the depths of the sea.

The huge pulling force in the sea water tore his protective shield in a very short time

However, fortunately, he was still wearing a set of thorn magic weapons. From the time he went out to sea, he wore it on his body for safety. It's this set of ritual weapons. He was spared. It wasn't until he reached the depths of the ocean floor that he got rid of that terrible suction. Despite this, he fainted, and it took him a long time in the sea to wake up.

Now his silk armor has already been beaten in the storm and is badly damaged.

He could occasionally see big fish with scary teeth at the bottom of the sea, but these big fish were all scurrying around in panic at the bottom of the sea, avoiding the terrifying demon storm, and none of the big fish was interested in him.

Ye Qin Yujian stood on the sea surface for a while, and after recovering his mana a little, he opened the scroll of "Beihai Sea Area Map" and checked the Dinglan plate again to determine his location.

After a while.

He frowned.

His location, the nearest small island in the sea, which is the foothold on the way to the sea, is still hundreds of thousands of miles away, and it will take Edgeworth to fly for nearly a month to arrive. He didn't quite know how long he had been dizzy.

Hope to be on this small island. Force, JL Qingdanmen's troops.

Thinking of this, Niu Qin put away the scroll and the astrolabe, and immediately turned into a red light and flew towards the east of the sea.

Ye Qin was not the only monk who escaped by chance.

"Whoa!"

A bald and ugly man emerged from the sea, his mana had been exhausted, and he could only float powerlessly on the sea, waiting for his mana to recover. He scolded, "Oh, damn it, that's a Shibu thing, it's so terrifying." Lao Tzu was not destroyed, on the battlefield of the immortal cultivation realm, he was almost extinguished, in the hands of this ghost. ”

If Ye Qin stayed for a while, he would be surprised to see this Heavenly Dome Origin Realm's Evil Star Cultivator Amu Meng. He was also very unlucky to be swept into the bottom of the sea by the demon storm, if it weren't for the powerful talisman weapon, he was afraid that he would die I don't know how many times.

During the period when Ye Qin escaped from the bottom of the sea, dozens of monks rushed out of the sea one after another. There are monks from the Spirit Mist Realm, and there are also Heavenly Dome Primordial Realms and so on. For the most part, they carried rudimentary map scrolls.

But look at the sea around you. I couldn't figure out where they were, so I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Fortunately, most of the monks can read a little bit of astrology, at least the south, east, west, and north.

They stiffened their heads, and flew toward the east of the sea.

Whether we can find a small island to settle on, God doesn't know.