"Disappear...... Disappeared ......"

This disappearance is not erasure, it is more like a tornado transit, all of which are swept away in an instant, erasing all traces, only the things that fell in that moment are scattered on the ground, like a helpless puppy waiting for the return of its owner.

These messages, Ning Feng had received almost as soon as he stepped into the sea market for less than a breath.

With the confines of Haishi, he took three or five breaths to the sky, enough time to make a round trip.

Ning Feng took so long to hold back his steps, not to observe more carefully, but more to calm himself down with this behavior.

Panic can't solve problems, fear can't make people strong, only calm, can we peel off the bamboo shoots and look for the possibility of what happens.

When Ning Feng stepped out of the sea market again, the breeze appeared, and his face was still as heavy as water, but the whole person was already in a calm state again.

In this state now, his state of mind is like the moon in the well, and even if a little bit of information comes in, he will react quickly and form waves.

Step by step towards the direction where he came, Ning Feng already had a rough idea in his heart at this moment, so he didn't do the useless work of walking all over the island.

Walking to the center of Zeng Island, along the way, he saw one after another trees, more or less hung with the former fruits that the islanders had deliberately left for not picking.

The dew-stained fruits move with the breeze, as if naughty children are attracting the attention of their parents, but the islanders who have nurtured and cared for them will never smile happily at them again.

"Lord of the Sea—"

Ning Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Open your arms. Look up and face the sky. Spit out like a tongue blooming spring thunder:

"-Fuyao!"

Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles!

The bloodline of the dragon whale has not yet been purified to the point of Kunpeng, and its strength is not strong enough to be able to turn Peng into a terrifying power, but in the memory of the dragon whale's inheritance, there is a magical power.

Lord of the Sea - Fuyao!

The dragon whale is entrenched in the ocean, and its consciousness is like a bird, soaring to the ninefold sky.

In this whole process, with the help of the sea permeating the entire heaven and earth. Temporarily, the vastness of the world is transformed into an ocean of feelings.

The whole world, from a few inches above the ground to thousands of miles high, the water vapor is like the ocean, transmitting all the information back to the hands of the owner of the sea.

This is the Lord of the Sea, Fuyao!

The advantages of this supernatural power are extremely obvious, and the power is obvious, that is, the vast heaven and earth are used as oceans. Dragon whales are as many as fish in the sea. Everything is under control, and the same is true in the air. Even if the breeze blows the slanting sun, it can't escape perception.

If there is a disadvantage, it is that in a place where there is not enough water vapor, far away from the sea, this magic technique becomes a rootless wood, a sourceless water, and even if it can be used, its effect is very limited.

Not here.

It is an island in the sea, and it is embraced by the sea, which is the best place to play the lord of the sea.

The power of supernatural powers has been put to the maximum!

The aura on Ning Feng's body changed suddenly.

Behind his outstretched arms, as if to embrace the sky, large imusory waves emerged, looming, as if the waves were crashing.

Above the blue waters, a giant dragon whale came out of the water, roaring loudly.

The boundless sea echoes ......

"Huhu~~~"

In the vast world, the water vapor became thicker, and they collided with each other, sometimes merging together into droplets of water barely visible to the naked eye, and sometimes breaking apart into a melting mist.

The water droplets and mist are blended and diffused, unable to be captured with the eyes, and can only be felt by relying on spiritual sense to feel the power spreading, gradually, sometimes existing, sometimes disappearing, in the radius of hundreds of zhang around Ning Feng, all the space turned into the appearance of the deep sea.

One moment it was still on the surface of the sea, the waves were raging, then it became the depths of the sea, quiet and mysterious, and finally, it returned to its original appearance, like the ground full of moisture after rain......

The scenes rotate one after another, making it difficult to tell whether they are fighting the waves on the sea, diving in deep water, or strolling on the land after the rain, which is refreshing.

The faster the rotation became, it was difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, and gradually spread, from a radius of hundreds of zhang around Ningfeng, to miles, to several miles, and finally to cover the entire island.

"Drink!"

"Humph!"

"Hah!"

Ning Feng was still not satisfied, his face turned red, and he exhaled.

The breath around him surged, like a giant dragon whale roaring in his body, about to break out of his body, soar over the seven seas, and then turn into a Dapeng bird, swaying above the nine heavens.

"Boom!"

As if there was something, it seemed to be some kind of barrier, and with Ning Feng's reckless all-out force, it was broken and expanded.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth turned into a vision of the ocean, from enveloping the entire island to expanding unlimitedly, and suddenly, with Zeng Island as the center, it enveloped the sky over the sea for thousands of miles.

And the vision brought out by the entire Lord of the Sea, Fuyao Divine Power, bordered the sea, and there seemed to be some kind of reaction between the two sides that even Ning Feng could not understand, and the divine power was supported by the power of the sea, not only spreading to the sea, but also skyrocketing to ten thousand miles at once.

Thousands of miles around, clues, wind and clouds, water falls, tide ebb and flow......

Everything was clearly reflected in Ning Feng's mind, forming a clear and delicate picture.

"Give it to me, come out!"

Ning Feng gritted his teeth, instantly released his divine sense, turned it into a sense of thought, and integrated into the Lord of the Sea, Fuyao Divine Power, sweeping the sky for thousands of miles, between heaven and earth, everything.

At this moment, within the range of 10,000 miles, if there were other people, they would inevitably feel a trembling force, sweeping through their bodies, no matter what could not be hidden, and all the horrors captured by it.

"There's only one chance!"

In front of Ning Feng's forehead and near his temples, the green tendons were exposed, beating as if they were about to break, and his eyes didn't know when to open, and they were blood-red.

Countless messages pouring into my head, clear pictures. It was as if his brain was going to burst.

He's still holding on.

Can't help but insist!

Just as Ning Feng himself had just roared. There's only one chance.

"The Lord of the Sea - Shaking Powers. The first time it is performed, it should be some kind of opportunity or a fluke, and it is coincidental to borrow the power of the sea to achieve such a distance of thousands of miles and a subtle realm. ”

"Missing this time, I'm afraid it's been a long time, and it's impossible until I'm strong enough to a certain extent. ”

"I'm going to catch it!"

Ning Feng's own voice. It echoed in his mind like a flood of bells, and he couldn't help but hold on until he couldn't hold on anymore.

Lord of the Sea, Fuyao's mutations, even he himself did not expect.

It's as if a child grows up, leaves home for the first time, and wants to start a career, and parents will always use their savings to help them.

The sea gave Ning Feng her support when she needed it most.

But such support will only come once.

"Huh?!"

Ning Feng looked. Sudden movement.

The messages and images that had been washing over him like a waterfall suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped at this moment with his will.

Not a thousandth of a moment. Everything flowed backwards, back to what Ning Feng had seen at the moment when he made his voice.

"What?!"

After seeing the true face of the thing that caught his attention, Ning Feng was instantly congested, his head was almost about to explode, his eyes were about to split, and his anger was unprecedented.

"What is this?"

"Who is so cruel?!"

Knowing that no one could hear it, Ning Feng still couldn't control his throat, roaring at the sky, at the ground, and at the sea.

At the same time, he rudely stopped the Lord of the Sea, Fuyao, and allowed the two lines of nosebleeds caused by the overdraft manipulation of the supernatural power to flow down, and he didn't wipe it, turning into a streamer of light, heading in the direction of the lock.

Two breaths to the seaside;

Three breaths, treading the waves, looking at the ocean as a thoroughfare.

The sea seemed to hear the anxious voice in his heart, which was shouting: Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Ning Feng did not transform into a giant dragon whale, but the sea was still under his will, rolling up one after another big waves, which were appropriately supported under his feet, allowing him to rush forward at an astonishing speed as if he were walking on the ground.

Unconsciously, Ning Feng achieved the point of incarnating as his own body and manipulating the two freely.

This is an extremely high realm in the nine transformations of the cloud dragon, under normal circumstances, Ning Feng did not incarnate five or six incarnations, and it was impossible to achieve it before feeling the differences between different creatures and the similarities and differences between the incarnations and the deities.

With a moment of anger, the anxiety and worry that had accumulated for many days erupted, and he actually stepped into this realm in one step.

Just like learning to swim, it is impossible to forget it for the rest of his life, as long as he consolidates the wind a little, he can still step into such a realm at any time, and the nine changes of Yunlong can be called a small success since then.

With such a big progress, in normal times, Ning Feng had to float a lot, but at this time, he couldn't feel it at all, and he didn't even feel any difference from the past, but he just relied on his instinct to control all the changes in this realm.

Soon, Ning Feng didn't count, but it was nothing more than ten breaths, and he swept hundreds of miles of sea surface to a desolate sea area.

This sea area was very similar to the Demon Sea he had been to, and after entering a certain range, the sea water suddenly became turbid, and it was full of white foam, giving people a terrifying and dirty feeling.

An indescribable stench permeated the entire sea.

This stench was different from anything Ning Feng had ever smelled, as if it was a kind of resistance to life.

If the eighteenth layer of hell exists, and there really is a Yellow Spring Lethe, then in his opinion, it should be this kind of taste.

Enduring the physical and mental discomfort, Ning Feng came to the center of this filthy sea.

There, he paused.

At this moment, an indescribable anger appeared on Ning Feng's face, as if he was so angry that even the anger itself was burned out by the anger.

There is a shocking calm, as if a volcano is erupting in the depths of the sea, and there is an endless amount of power accumulated in the ocean, ready to roll out the terrifying waves that smash the reef and sink the island.

A hundred paces away, a tall tower broke out of the sea, shining with white light, weeping ghosts crying, and the wind howling......

This is a tall tower made of pure white bones.

One, White Bone Tower!(To be continued......