Emperor of Nine Suns

Although the monks with gloomy expressions did not dare to resist the order, they all whispered to each other and sighed in low voices that they were so stupid, how could this kid lead everyone out of the way of death.

After Lian Yulao spoke, the dust had already settled.

For this steel building ship, Yu Lao of the Linghe Realm is equivalent to a god, possessing supreme prestige and power.

"Let's make a bet."

Chu Chen suddenly raised his hand gently, "Those who are dissatisfied with me and don't believe that I can lead everyone to escape can bet with me. If I successfully lead everyone to find a way out, then bet with me." People who want to call me grandpa will say that they are blind and dare not."

Everyone was stunned. The fat monk shook his sleeves vigorously and said, "There is no way you can lead everyone to survive. It doesn't matter if you bet. If you lose, it's no use calling us grandpa. Do you have any bets?"

Chu Chen nodded gently, stretched out his hand and took out a purple medicinal talisman from his arms, "This is an anti-evil talisman..."

Chu Chen did not introduce it in detail. These monks who traveled all over the world knew the value of this medicinal talisman. It was not only a high-level talisman, but also a dual-attribute medicinal talisman among high-level talismans. The yin and yang dual attributes resist evil spirits. It can be said that it is The best medicinal talisman, especially in the world of blood sea.

Chu Chen saw that many people's eyes lit up, and said in a deep voice, "I don't have many of these medicinal talismans now. In order not to deceive everyone, I have opened three betting places. If I lead everyone to escape failure, , the medicine talisman is you, call me grandpa if you lose, and then admit that you are blind."

"I bet!"

The fat monk showed greed in his eyes, and he was extremely dissatisfied with the protagonist, so he naturally had to seize this opportunity.

"Count me in." Fang Rentang stood up righteously.

"I don't believe that you kid can make a difference. If you can really go out, I would dare to call you my ancestor, let alone my grandfather." The white-browed monk looked disdainful, "I'll bet on it too!"

The three took the lead in betting, and many monks on the deck lamented that they were slow to react. The three medicine charms were all supreme treasures at this moment, and they did not get this advantage.

"Okay, it's settled."

After Chu Chen made a bet with Brother Fatty, Brother Fang Rentang, and Brother Baimei, Qiu San personally pushed the wheelchair to the cockpit at the top of the cabin.

Behind him, Elder Lingxin, Fang Rentang, Old Servant Yu, the fat man and the white-browed monk all walked in.

The cockpit of a steel building ship is different from that of ordinary large ships. A steel building ship can be hundreds or even thousands of feet long and weigh millions of kilograms.

If you want such a behemoth to drive in the ocean, it is simply impossible to rely on things like sails or oars.

The most important source of power for this kind of ship is the formation. The layers of formations are distributed in every part of the hull, controlling the direction and speed of the entire ship.

The cockpit is where all formations gather, and it is also the densest and most detailed place on the entire ship.

The huge cockpit covers an area of ​​several acres, and monks are busy going back and forth in it, injecting spiritual power into the formation, correcting loopholes, and controlling navigation dynamics. It is a bustling scene.

In the center of the cockpit, an octagonal altar was about ten feet high, standing in the void.

Standing on the altar was a thin man with a majestic face. His eyes were like those of an eagle, with an indescribable sharpness.

In front of him, a crystal the size of a washbasin was suspended in the void, surrounded by screens of light transformed by spiritual power, which clearly revealed the various navigation dynamics of the entire building ship.

The man on the altar is the helmsman of this steel ship. He is wearing tight-fitting leather armor, python boots, and a pure black robe. His eyes are as sharp as hooks. He sits upright and looks at everyone around him. Huge spiritual light curtain.

His sitting posture is extremely square, his back is straight, and his expression is meticulous, showing a rigorous military style.

Seeing everyone approaching, the helmsman raised his eyes and raised his hands towards Qiu San: "What is the president's order this time?"

"Well, troublesome Zhou is at the helm. From now on, this little brother will be in charge of the whole ship." Qiu San nodded towards the helm and patted Chu Chen gently in front of him.

"oh?"

Director Zhou focused his gaze and turned to look at Chu Chen with a hint of suspicion in his eyes: "Is this little brother an expert at steering?"

Director Zhou found that something was wrong with the scene in front of him. The president, who usually didn't care about sailing, actually brought a young man over and said he wanted to take charge of the ship. There were a group of people following him, all of whom looked worried. It looked a bit weird no matter how you looked at it.

"It's a bonus to be at the helm."

Chu Chen nodded generously and smiled slightly, "I'm not an expert at steering, but I just have some talent and can lead the ship out of trouble."

Director Zhou frowned, still not sure what medicine Chu Chen was selling in his gourd?

However, he turned around and saw Qiu San and Elder Lingxin nodding, as if they were asking Zhen to let him take over the steel ship.

He was stunned for a moment. Although he was reluctant in every possible way, Commander Zhou, who had been in the army of the Great Xiao Dynasty before, always obeyed orders unconditionally.

So he finally sighed helplessly: "Then how are you going to take over, little brother, and how are you going to cooperate with me?"

"It's very simple. You just need to operate the big ship wherever I tell you to go, but you just wait a moment."

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes, abandoned a group of people who were looking at each other, and fell into meditation by himself, and began to open his spiritual sense to lock onto something in the sea of ​​blood.

Director Zhou pointed at Chu Chen, who had his eyes closed, and then looked at Qiu San, meaning is this really okay?

Qiu San nodded seriously, and he could only sigh again.

After about three sticks of incense, Chu Chen opened his eyes. Regardless of the impatient expressions on the faces of the group of people, he directly gave an order to Director Zhou.

"Go forward three hundred feet, then put the left rudder full and sail for 630 feet, then put the right rudder full and sail 430 feet, then full the right rudder."

"What? Why is the ship going around and around? There are no obstacles in this sea area. We can just go forward! Little brother, don't mess around!"

The helmsman Zhou's face turned dark. He and his team were serious and responsible, and there were many taboos on sea voyages, especially large ships like steel building ships. If possible, such sailing with full rudder steering was the most taboo.

Because once the rudder is fully turned, the balance of the entire ship may be destroyed, which may easily cause a capsizing accident. It is obvious that this lame boy is an amateur.

"Just do what he says."

Qiu San said word for word without any explanation.

The helmsman sighed helplessly that week, and had no choice but to start issuing orders one after another to the surrounding crew members. The entire steel ship began to operate at full strength and began to sail in a strange way.

But Chu Chen became nervous. He was nervous not because he was afraid of capsizing, but because he was finally getting close to the mysterious and powerful truth of this blood sea, the origin of the restriction that had trapped countless monks to death for millions of years!