Beast

The sudden trembling of the ship's hull made Yang Qing suddenly startled. The golden silver mist transformed by the golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit made all the bones in his body numb and painful, and he could not stand up. If a monk rushed in at this moment,

, it is easy to kill him.

"Too careless, too reckless!" Yang Qing shouted regretfully, staring at the door, thinking about a solution.

All that can be done now is to hope that the door is strong enough, so that if a monk wants to break in, he can stop it for a moment or three, giving him time to disperse the mist, or wait for the bones to absorb all the mist.

Yang Qing felt extremely regretful. If he was killed by a monk today, it would be all his own fault!

He held his breath, stared at the door tightly, and felt the trembling of the ship's hull with his palms pressed against the ground.

"call……"

Yang Qing let out a long sigh of relief. It was not that monks were hijacking the ship, but that the ship was speeding up.

The flow speed of the river water is related to the width and height of the river surface. There is almost no consistency in the speed. The ship itself is a low-grade magic weapon. If the speed of the river water surges slightly, it will be difficult to feel it.

But a boat is a boat after all. Even though it is a low-grade magic weapon, it will still be affected by the rapid changes in the river water.

Just now, that was it.

Although there was no danger approaching, Yang Qing felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

Yang Qing kept calming her violently beating heart and paid no attention to the numbness and pain in her body. She didn't dare to be careless in this 'prison'-like room.

It was now dark, and the ship's light blue light stood out in the darkness.

The river surged even more violently, almost hitting the deck. A layer of water gathered on the deck, like a violent storm coming. The ship was moving extremely fast, almost as fast as the flying weapon of a monk in the Sea Consciousness Realm.

In the dark of night, the spray and water vapor coming towards the face made it difficult to open one's eyes, the feet were slightly slippery, and the body was slightly unsteady.

At this time, there were dozens of monks staying on the deck, complaining loudly as their Zhenyuan agitated, "Damn it, I'm going through this just to save a spiritual stone!"

Some of the monks cursed and went underground, squeezed into a larger room shared by several monks, and each took out a spiritual stone in exchange for a temporary resting place.

Some people did this, and then they followed suit. At this time, everything on the deck was dark, and there was no view. In a short time, half of the monks on the deck squeezed into the cabin.

The river is getting faster and faster, the speed of the ship is getting faster and faster, and the shaking of the ship's hull is increasing.

The monk who originally thought that the resistance would be over in a while, no longer insisted, took out the spiritual stones and distributed them among the several monks in the room, and asked for their consent, so that he could gain a foothold.

These first-floor rooms vary in size, and the styles inside are all similar. Except for the bright yellow futons, there is nothing else.

At this time, there were still more than ten monks on the deck, and among them was the thin young man. These monks were either holding on to the railings or sitting on seats. What was strange was that none of these more than ten people showed up.

The true essence shook up the water splashing on his face, and his gorgeous robes were all wet. No matter how much water splashed on him, he couldn't make his robes any wet again.

The skinny young man had an expressionless face, his fierce eyes were unconcealed, and the brown bean-sized pills in his hand were thrown into the boiling river water from time to time.

In this way, nearly an hour passed.

The emaciated young man no longer pops out the brown bean-sized pills one by one, but throws them into the river handful by handful, as if feeding fish.

As the number of pills increased, the water surged violently. Some pills melted before they fell into the river, and a faint smell of silver emitted from them.

There were many pills of this kind for the emaciated young man, and when he dropped a dozen pills, the ship started to change.

"Chichi!"

The formation pattern carved on the hull suddenly shines brightly, like a water-blue sun in the dark and turbulent sky, shining so brightly that people can't open their eyes.

The entire deck of the ship felt like it was being held upside down by a giant aqua-blue pot. No matter how the waves beat and the wind roared, there was not a single ripple.

"Finally here!"

The dozen or so monks who were still parked on the deck were not surprised at all by the scene at this time, but their expressions instantly darkened.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang"

As the true energy surged, their respective magic weapons were summoned. The true energy poured in and glowed with various colors, quickly approaching the entrance of the cabin. It was obvious that the thin young man was the leader among the cultivators.

"Boom!"

The sound of the river water surging and lapping against the hull of the ship was heard, but not a single drop of water fell on the deck. They were all blocked by the giant aqua-blue pot.

On the deck, a dozen shining human figures stared motionlessly at the entrance to the cabin with the iron door slightly closed, all the magic weapons in their hands ready to be wielded.

"Chichi!"

The inch-deep water on the deck turned into thick water vapor under the abrasion of the true light of various colors.

The deck, which originally turned from dark to bright due to the appearance of the aqua blue giant pot, turned from bright to hazy due to the appearance of water vapor.

"Brothers, next we will either have our heads missing, or we will have countless spiritual stones in our arms!" A fierce look appeared on the face of the thin young man, and he shouted.

"If you don't want to die, you can only kill!"

More than ten people drank violently together, causing water vapor to surge.

"Brother, your revenge will be avenged today!" the thin young man shouted angrily in his heart.

The scene on the deck is like this, but the cabin is completely different.

"Boom, boom!"

The violent sound was like a beating on the human heart.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

An aqua-blue foot-long crescent moon shot out from the wall filled with light, striking a thick shield like a turtle shell with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Yang Qing stared angrily, holding a long stick Wulie in one hand and holding a tortoise shell shield in front of him with the other hand. Each round of the aqua crescent moon would leave an inch of scar on the tortoise shell shield.

If the cut is in the physical body, then the limbs are separated!

The bright yellow futon has been cut into pieces!

The turtle shell shield could only protect one side, and it was too late to move the heavy shield to protect the other side.

This aqua blue crescent moon is constantly shooting up and down, or left and right.

"Woo..."

The long stick Wulie was danced with one hand, turning into a black light curtain and shattering the aqua crescent moon. His body staggered and almost fell down.

"Damn it, this is not a monk hijacking a ship, it's clearly a pirate ship!" Yang Qing yelled with anger and fear in his heart.

If he hadn't secretly reprimanded himself for being reckless after the ship accelerated, and his heart strings were tense and alert for any abnormality, he would have been dead and dismembered at this time. But the situation at this time was not much better.

Although the aqua crescent moon's attack method is single, it is densely packed and everywhere.

The attack power of a crescent moon alone is stronger than the weapon attack of a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm. What's even more terrible is that all the crescent moons that cut into the sky will re-enter the wall, and they will shoot again after a while.

With such an attack, usually a monk in the early stage of Dingling would be killed on the spot.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The light on the ground beneath his feet shone slightly, Yang Qing hurriedly jumped to the side, and several rounds of aqua-blue crescent moons shot out from the ground.

"laugh!"

The toe of the shoe was shaved off!

If you were any slower, half of the foot would be cut off!

"If this continues, it will turn into a pile of broken pieces within a few breaths." Yang Qing didn't have time to think about anything. The most important thing to do at this moment was to leave the room filled with the crescent moon.

"Violent!"

The violence of "The Art of Controlling the Underworld" unfolds, transforming into a beast instantly!

"Ouch!"

The violent tiger roar echoed repeatedly in this small prison. When the tiger roar sounded, Yang Qing had already jumped away from the place.

All spiritual consciousness was released, filling the entire prison.

"call out!"

Where we just left, the aqua-blue full moon shot upwards.

At this time, the room was like a cage, and the scimitar attacks were like spiders.

"Woo..."

The turtle shell shield is no longer used for defense, but is used to swing vigorously with the arms and smash it!

At this time, it plays a unique role.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The earth-yellow tortoise-shell shield is half a person tall, and its attack area is much larger than that of a long stick. With the muscles in the whole body trembling and tensing, each hit has a force of more than 20,000 kilograms.

The crescent moon exploded into water-blue mist, which quickly merged into the wall.

"Such a forceful resistance is not the way to go. We have to break the door and damage the array pattern!" Yang Qing's heart was boiling violently without too much panic, and he thought quickly.

The room is not big, and it is only one step away from the door.

"Ouch!"

The monster's red eyes were full of violence, and when the water-blue crescent moon dispersed in large numbers, the fleeting opportunity was used to attack it boldly.

"Buzz!"

In the room filled with aqua-blue light, nine stick shadows as black as ink appeared and fell in an instant.

"boom!"

The point being attacked is the spiritual stone embedded in the groove.

The nine stick shadows hit him in unison, regardless of order.

This style weighs a full 40,000 kilograms!

"Buzz!"

The whole room trembled and the groove collapsed.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the spirit stone had long been evacuated by the formations, and turned into crystal debris floating down under the attack.

The array of light trembled wildly, but was not damaged.

The patterns carved on the four walls of the room, the floor, and the roof are a whole, but they can be read and operated.

"Ouch!"

Yang Qing was furious. At this time, the aqua mist was inhaled by the wall, and the next breath was a dense spider-like attack.

The tortoise shell shield behind the defense swung forward with a roar, charging like a mad bull.

"Collide!"

The roaring sound caused by it is still ringing, and the tortoise shell shield is already in front of him.

"Bang, buzz!"

The whole room trembled as if it was about to collapse.

"squeak……"

The sharp friction sound, like using a dull knife to scrape the bottom of the pot with all its strength, makes one's hair stand on end and almost fall off.

"It's open!" Yang Qing shouted with surprise in his heart.

The door, which was almost integrated with the wall, finally opened a foot-wide gap after being hit like a bull.

"Ouch!"

My heart yelled "Go" angrily, and what came out of my mouth was a violent roar of a tiger.

"squeak……"

The door feels so heavy for some reason!

The aqua crescent moon in the wall is brewing, and the next breath will shoot out!

"Click!"

The door was cut into the room several inches deep.

Yang Qing had already sneaked in sideways and came to the stairs.

"ah!"

Hysterical screams!

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones and separated heads!

"Help!"

A desperate cry for help!

Yang Qing's arms were so numb that he almost lost consciousness. As soon as he rushed out of the door, such a noisy sound rang in his ears.

The corridors and stairs were crowded with monks, desperately trying to escape to the deck!