Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

What a complicated terrain.

Liang Qu gathered his breath and looked around.

In the night, there were low mountains no more than a hundred feet high all around. They were so dense that after climbing over one mountain, there was another mountain. There was no way out.

All the low mountains were divided by rivers of uneven thickness, with half of the water area and half of the land area.

No wonder it is said that even a fish would get lost if it came in. The maze-like terrain is indeed a good choice for hiding.

It's a pity that it didn't rain.

It would be great if it rained.

Liang Qu missed the plum rain season that had just passed.

Even though there was no sunshine, it gave people a sense of security.

The shadows of the mountains were looming.

The wide-bellied boats dragged water marks on the river, and the long oars struck left and right underwater, making almost no sound.

Several martial artists licked their lower lips, feeling their throats dry and their hands holding their weapons a little weak.

The excitement of the people on the building ship who were eager to make achievements seemed to flow away from their bodies along with the water flow pushed by the oars.

At this moment, they realized that great achievements were not so easy to obtain. Unfortunately, there was no turning back after the arrow was shot, so they could only move forward.

Dozens of small boats dispersed according to the predetermined formation. Liang Qu's boat and the other two boats with a total of 60 martial artists turned into a diversion.

Leaving the main force, the surroundings became increasingly quiet, so quiet that the partridges on the island could be heard crying.

The wind and waves on the Jianghuai Lake were blocked by the outermost islands. The deeper the boat went, the calmer the waves inside. The dark and calm underwater made people imagine.

A gray big back approached the water surface, but disappeared again without surfacing. A martial artist was so frightened that he grabbed the clothes of others and shouted.

"There is something underwater! Silver horn shark! Silver horn shark is coming!"

Xiang Fangsu took a step forward and slapped the martial artist's face hard, and half of the martial artist's cheek was covered with palm prints.

"Idiot, it's our porpoise!"

The martial artist lowered his head in shame when he heard this, and the blood vessels on the half of his face that was not slapped expanded, and it was as red as blood.

Others sneered at the man's cowardice.

Xiang Fangsu just looked at him coldly, and everyone restrained their expressions and dared not laugh again. The boat returned to calm again.

Liang Qu's fingertips swept across the water, and the sense of invisible spread out, hitting the mountain wall and the school of fish.

The porpoise swims faster than the boat, and it is used as a scout to detect underwater to prevent accidents.

Da Shun has water beasts, and Da Gan has them too.

Unlike Da Shun, which breeds porpoises, Da Gan raises silver-horned sharks and golden-horned sharks.

Individuals are more ferocious, and one-on-one is far stronger than porpoises.

The price of being strong is that it is more difficult and more expensive to tame, and as solitary creatures, silver-horned sharks and golden-horned sharks have no cooperative instincts, and their IQ is significantly different from that of porpoises, and they can do much less.

Dashun, who inherited Dagan's legacy, tried for a while, but after discovering a more useful group of finless porpoises, he immediately abandoned the time-consuming and laborious golden and silver horn sharks and turned to concentrate on cultivating finless porpoises.

The shark groups cultivated back then are now only used by a few rivers and lakes in a few places as breeding seeds.

Dagan was defeated and retreated to the swamp. He did not have the resources to start over, so he could only make the best of a bad situation. It was better to have it than not.

After traveling for a while, the surrounding terrain changed dramatically. The broad-bellied boats went over the low mountains, and a long dragon-like island chain appeared in front of everyone.

Most of the peaks on the island chain had no mountaintops, as if they had been cut off by humans.

Ran Zhongshi raised his hand, and three broad-bellied boats slowly docked.

The paddling sound disappeared, and the whole world was completely silent.

Everyone was shocked and realized that the island chain in front of them was the main base of the Ghost Mother Cult.

The river and lake were really explored thoroughly. Such a complex terrain, if there was no detailed map, it would be absolutely impossible to enter so smoothly.

Liang Qu sighed inwardly, and tightened his grip on the bow handle.

The next step was to wait.

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They could only get closer and charge ashore after Xu Yuelong and his men launched an attack.

Liang Qu felt like one of the four blind men in the story of the blind men touching an elephant.

He didn't know how the whole plan would proceed, but he knew what he should do and what he could do.

The duty of a soldier was just to obey the general's orders.

If one's strength was not that of a great martial artist, he would only be a chess piece in the whole operation, a wave in the surging tide.

Not only him, but more than 60 martial artists on the three ships, including Ran Zhongshi and Xiang Fangsu, were like this.

Many people's palms were sweating unconsciously, and their nerves were as tight as bowstrings, getting tighter and tighter.

After about a quarter of an hour, many people began to breathe heavily, and the strong pressure made them breathless.

Liang Qu keenly discovered that the water waves around the hull were gradually rising, not the ripples caused by the shaking of the boat.

It's an island!

The island is shaking!

The vibration of the water waves became stronger and stronger, until others began to feel it, and they subconsciously grabbed the edge of the boat.

The strong vibration went up along the bones, and even the human skull began to vibrate, and the soul seemed to be shaken to leave the body.

Liangqu was like a can of carbonated water that was shaken vigorously, and he opened his mouth involuntarily and exhaled the breath in his lungs.

The iron nails embedded in the wooden boards on the wooden boat followed the vibration and slowly withdrew directly from the hull!

Almost at the moment when the shock reached its peak, a strong white light shot up to the sky on the other side of the island, accompanied by two roars, and the dark night suddenly brightened!

The visible shock wave dissipated in all directions, clearing the dark clouds.

The wind began to flow backwards wherever it went, and the sound of the wind wrapped around the tide, as if there were thousands of people riding fierce horses in the sky, whistling past, making people want to worship in horror!

What was that noise?

The Martial Saint's Mysterious Soldiers?

Liang Qu's pupils dilated, and his breathing became heavy.

The scene before him almost reminded him of the duel between the Toad and the Fiery Bird.

White waves appeared on the black tide.

Xiang Fangsu suddenly jumped up, drew his sword from the sheath and slashed it with one sword.

The several-foot-high waves were cut in half by Xiang Fangsu's sword, like a mountain suddenly protruding and suddenly breaking.

He turned his face, raised his sword to the sky, and shouted loudly:

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

There seemed to be an invisible force in the roar, which made everyone's blood vessels open, and blood flowed through their limbs and bones, boiling like lava.

The surging power between heaven and earth was rampant on the swamp, and Liang Qu followed with a loud roar, and jumped onto the island with dozens of martial artists.

Dozens of ships broke through the surging waves and suddenly descended from all directions of the entire island chain.

The Hebo Suojia Demon Hunting Division had more than hundreds of galloping martial artists and thousands of martial artists landing on the island together.

Countless Ghost Mother believers who were sleeping had not yet recovered from the tremor and had no idea what was about to happen.

Until several screams sounded at the same time, and the hair on their bodies stood up.

"Enemy attack!"

Xiang Fangsu took the lead, the knife flashed, and the shrill screams flashed and disappeared.

A Ghost Mother believer in a wooden house picked up a long sword and rushed out of the door.

Bang!

A muffled thunder exploded in the air, and an arrow feather turned into a silver-gray light in the air, suddenly piercing the man's chest, leaving a black blood hole!

He widened his eyes and saw that among the martial artists who were charging to the island, there was a handsome young man who was at the end, carrying a long bag on his back and holding a large bow pulled into a full moon!