Ancestor, Watch Over Me

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The endless sea is full of blue waves.

The nine warships, sailing all the way south, braving the wind and waves, have gradually gone for more than ten days.

The ancestor ship of the Liu family was the largest and most mighty of the nine warships. It sailed smoothly on the sea, exuding black metallic luster, like a black steel behemoth.

Not far away, the other eight warships were less than half of them.

The major sects and clan forces on the eight warships will look up at the Liu family’s ancestral ship from the railings in their spare time. They talk about it one by one, looking in awe, guessing what metal the Liu family used to build such a giant war. ferry.

On the battleship of the Cangwu Holy Land, there are three thousand disciples, a group of elders, and other martial arts forces that have made friends with the Cangwu Holy Land.

At this moment, Liu Tianhe and Saint Cangwu are standing side by side, looking at the ancestral ship. The two look proud, with a faint smile on their faces. On the deck, son Liu Yaozu and the children of several other elders are playing and having fun together.

next door.

On the sea not far away, is the battleship of the Nine-Layered Holy Land, second only to the ancestral ship of the Liu Family. There are 50,000 people on it. 30,000 are the disciples and elders of the Nine-Layered Holy Land. The remaining 20,000 are the ruthless ancestors and other heavenly courts. Under the command of masters.

"Go to the island of the Yun Dynasty, we will build another nine-fold sacred place there. Everyone will show yourselves well. The ancestor said, the elder of the branch will appear among you!"

On the deck, a master of the Nine Extremes Moyi under Liu Sanhai's seat said, in front of him was a group of elders and elite disciples from the Nine-Layered Holy Land.

When Mo Yi mentioned his ancestor, his face was full of fanaticism.

He was called Mo Yi, and there were nine other masters called Mo Er Mo San Mo Si... Mo Shi, all of them were the strongest in the nine-fold holy land selected by Liu Sanhai at that time, and they were called the Top Ten Demons.

In ten years, under Liu Sanhai's vigorous cultivation, they did not hesitate to accumulate resources and became the top ten masters of the Nine Extremes in the Nine Layers of Holy Land.

"Elder Moyi, I heard that your other demon monarchs may be brought into the heavens by the ancestors this time, isn't it?" a disciple of the Nine Layers of Holy Land asked with an eager look.

Mo Yi laughed, and said in anticipation: "I hope so, I am not sure to enter the heavenly court, my sword intent is still short of the door, the ancestor asked me to go to the battlefield of the Yun Dynasty Island to kill more people. , You can understand the meaning of the sword, hey!"

Others heard it, and sighed with emotion.

For ten years, in the heavenly court, the martial arts and cultivation bases of those people are like rockets, and there are many mysterious pills and weapons. They all dream of joining the heavenly court, but the threshold for the heavenly court is extremely high.

In the distance, on a small warship, there are a group of relatively weak martial arts sects and families, as well as many masters of casual repairs, mixed fish and dragons, as well as many powerful and extremely evil generations.

This ship is equivalent to a black ship with a casino, a red building, and the Colosseum on it.

Most of the people on this ship went to the Yun Dynasty Islands to compete for opportunities and make money.

At this moment, in a large room of this ship, on a high platform.

A pale-faced young monk knocked on the wooden fish and read the scriptures, with a compassionate smile on his face.

Under the high platform, a group of masters of the rivers and lakes were listening to his lecture, their expressions were extremely religious.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a master of the bitter sea stage rushed in with a group of people with murderous aura.

"Monk thief, what did you do to our sutra master? Our sutra master shaved off his hair as a monk after hearing your scriptures!" He carried the knife, his eyes were chilly, and he scanned the group of people listening to the sutra in the room.

Among them, a one-eyed dragon was listed as their suzerain, who was awe-inspiring and killing countless people.

But at this moment, the young monk sat down and listened to the scriptures with a pious face, and he didn't even look at his masters.

The young monk smiled slightly, knocked the wooden fish, and rippled, causing all the bodies of the bitter sea realm master and others who rushed in to shock, and most of the anger on his face disappeared.

Then, he spoke: "Amitabha, the tractor of the poor monk, not a thief monk!"

His voice is soft and magnetic, with strange fluctuations.

"Donor, there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and you are looking back. Sit down and listen to the poor monk telling the story of a bulldozer king..."

After a word, the group of people on the opposite side looked in a trance, like a puppet being manipulated, put down the sword in their hands and sat cross-legged under the stage.

The young monk smiled slightly, rang the wooden fish, and began to speak slowly: "The Buddha said, there is no magic in the world, and a generation of bulldozer kings turned out to deter all directions. Each of the eight heavenly kings under his command has a mysterious iron order, and has a mysterious iron order. Commander, get Bulldozer King Treasure..."

The young monk speaks slowly, and there are other power fluctuations in his words.

In the audience, the group of people who had just sat cross-legged on the ground picked up the swords on the ground one by one, and began to step up for themselves. Soon, all of them became bald, looking at the monk with pious faces.

Looking at them, like the others who had already sat down the stage, one by one seemed to have become the most loyal believers of young monks.

The corners of the young monk's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was like a Buddha and a demon.

He looked towards the direction of the Liu Family's ancestor ship, his eyes were extremely deep, and he muttered to himself: "Go to the Yun Dynasty Island, I hope I can find the descendants of the Excavator King..."

The young monk sighed faintly: "The heritage and treasures of the Bulldozer King are too tempting. The poor monk can't help but fall into the devil's way. Kind and sad... Nothing, let it be your heart!"

He turned around, sat cross-legged on a high platform, and continued chanting. The room was peaceful for an instant, only his voice echoed...

At the same time, on the second floor of the ship, there was a tumult and crowds.

Here is the Colosseum formed by several families.

Participants are not allowed to use weapons such as swords, and martial power or spiritual power will be sealed, and only fists, legs and feet are allowed.

Guo Dagang from the corpse-raising school came with his disciples and sat in the stands.

"Master, this time we went to the Yun Dynasty Island, are we really not coming back?" a female disciple asked.

Guo Dagang smiled and said: "Naturally, although the Yun Dynasty Island is not as big as the Scorpio Island, it is very prosperous. There are seven Guangchengchi, which is enough for our corpse-raising school to develop."

"Wow, that's really beautiful, I haven't seen so many cities yet!" The female disciple sighed yearningly.

Guo Dagang smiled slightly, his eyes full of hope.

Over the past ten years, he has been hiding in Tibet, just to avoid the Liu family. Now, he is going to the Yun Dynasty Island, so that the Liu family can no longer find himself, and feel comfortable thinking about it.

It is a pity that there is not a decent master in his corpse raising faction.

At this time, cheers rang out in the Colosseum below the stage.

"Beastmaster! Beastmaster! Beastmaster!..."

Guo Dagang looked curiously and found a young man walking into the Colosseum with his arms bare.

Then, several evil wolves were released from the iron cage.

Those are the evil wolves that have been fortified with drugs, each of them bigger than a calf, very scary, and the whole body hair is like silk and satin.

The young man fought with the evil wolf, fists to the flesh, and no wolf could get close to him. Anyone who was hit by his fist would either die or be injured.

The violent power and magnificent killing skills shocked the crowd and cheered.

Guo Dagang also smacked his tongue for a while.

"Is it the Liu Family's physical training?!"

He stared at the young man carefully and found that he did not have the big muscles like Liu Jiati Xiu's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"These wolves are ferocious beasts cultivated by the Slave Beast Sect with drugs. Each of them is comparable to the Bitter Sea Realm. With their joint efforts, they are comparable to the Nine Extreme Realm, and they can't help this young man!"

"It's incredible. Before this young man was sealed, his cultivation was only in the Body Tempering Realm. Is the Body Tempering Realm so powerful?!"

On the stands of the Colosseum ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, several martial arts seniors looked incredible and commented loudly.

Then with a wave of his hand, one of his men bowed and retreated, and put a giant python into the Colosseum. The evil spirit comparable to the Nine Extremes Realm made the Colosseum panic.

In the field, the young man's eyes were bright and he didn't care about the giant python. He rushed directly and smashed it off with a punch. The giant python bite in one bite. He ignored it, and the fist and the others smashed into the python's mouth. He rushed out from behind his forehead, bringing out the flesh and blood of a place.

The body of the python fell to the ground.

In the Colosseum, exclamations boiled and cheers were deafening.

The young man smiled slightly and said to himself: "The Body Tempering Realm is at the ninety-ninth and ninety-ninth level, one level short, you can break through..."

In the stands, Guo Dagang's eyes were bright, staring at the young man, and when the fighting beast was over, he immediately followed, and said hello: "Little brother, do you want to come to our sect for worship?!"

"Unwilling!" The young man refused without hesitation.

Guo Dagang is anxious, this is a young master, he can't see the depth of strength, as long as he flicks over, he will definitely help him to lay a good place on the Yun Dynasty Island.

"Little brother, don't rush to refuse, we are a corpse-raising school, we are good at digging tombs, our school has many antiquities..."

"Which school?!" the young man asked suddenly, interrupting Guo Dagang.

"The corpse cultivator! What's the matter?!" Guo Dagang replied a little surprised, slightly surprised in his heart, his own school has been absent from the world for ten years, and he did not expect to have such a great reputation in the arena.

The young man bared his teeth and said, "Since I am a corpse-raiser, then I agree to cooperate with you!"

Guo Dagang is overjoyed. With this powerful young man sitting in town, he believes that the corpse-raising sect will soon gain a foothold on the island of the Yun Dynasty and get rid of the nightmare shadow of the Liu family.