Emperor of Nine Suns

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Qiu San issued several orders decisively.

"Let all the lookouts come out, release all the lookout pigeons, and make sure to find out what is happening within a hundred miles. At the same time, all the axemen and spearmen are ready to stand by at any time! No matter what happens, What danger is there, I ask everyone to repel all invading enemies as soon as possible!"

Upon hearing this, a young man in green clothes quickly moved around the ship, shouting loudly and calling everyone to be on full alert.

Sensing the smell of an approaching storm in the air, the sailors, servants, soldiers, etc. on the entire steel building and ship did not dare to neglect, and began to execute the orders in an orderly manner. Shidu turned into a huge war machine, exuding a strong and chilling smell.

The monks on the deck were completely at a loss. They all looked at each other, waiting for the development of the situation.

And more and more monks in the cabin heard the news and crowded on the deck to see what happened? !

After many sailors were on full alert, within a few breaths, Liu Xuan, the leader of the boys, separated from everyone and ran back to Qiu San as quickly as possible, and reported to Qiu San nervously.

"President, a layer of faint red mist suddenly appeared a hundred miles ahead. Nothing could be seen clearly inside, and it filled the entire sea area!"

"Um?"

Qiu \\.(). San nodded calmly. He thought for a moment, and a look of extreme fear suddenly passed through the deepest part of his pupils, as if he thought of something.

Gritting his teeth slightly, Qiu San forced to keep a calm expression on his face: "How big is the fog? How much is the visibility? Can it be bypassed?"

"Boundless, the entire sea area in front is covered by the red mist. Although the mist looks very light, there is something inside that you can't see clearly, and there is no way to get around it!"

Liu Xuan's voice was already trembling slightly.

In fact, Liu Xuan didn't know what the fog was, but he instinctively felt fear and despair.

"I see……"

Qiu San only thought about it for a few breaths before a smile appeared on his face. He said with a smile, "Then just turn around. Since we don't know what's in the mist, it's probably not a big deal. There's no need for us to get closer." , after all, there is a whole boatload of people here, there is no need to put yourself at risk...Give me my order, turn around where you are, let's go back!"

Qiu San's smiling look was the same as usual.

But Chu Chen could feel the coldness and despair in his spiritual sense. At this moment, his spiritual sense had fallen into an endless abyss.

The way he smiled was just to appease everyone on the ship. It felt like knowing that the ship was going to hell, but not wanting to panic everyone before entering hell.

"President, are you sure we want to return to where we are?"

At this moment, a tall and strong figure walked out of the cabin. This man was dressed in red armor and had a heroic face. He was in his early forties, tall and tall, with a stubble on his face. He exuded a war-torn smell. It was the captain of this steel building ship.

He strode up to Qiu San with a solemn look on his face, "Do you really want to turn back?"

"My purpose is not to turn back, but to avoid the red mist!"

Qiu San smiled faintly, "Who knows that the red mist is not an ominous thing, let's avoid it first."

Chu Chen vaguely felt that he already knew the nature of Hongwu!

Seeing that the captain was still hesitating, Qiu San spoke again.

"It's like this... The entire sea area ahead is blocked, and we can only retreat. You have heard a lot of legends about the West Sea, right... There are a lot of messes? Let's not take risks. It's nothing serious. Just avoid the red mist!"

Qiu San said in an understatement. The captain nodded at first, but suddenly stopped, as if he thought of something.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times. He wanted to say something, but was stopped by Qiu San's eyes. He lowered his head sadly.

"I see."

The captain nodded to himself again and walked back to the control room of the cabin in a daze.

Chu Chen also became more and more uneasy. He probably knew better than the other monks on the ship what kind of person Qiu San was. He was a super powerful member of the Meteor Chamber of Commerce who guarded the important place of Yinshan Mountain.

Now that you are in a desperate situation, you can imagine how terrifying the red mist is!

Chu Chen looked at the sea. At this time, the blue sea horizon in front of him was occupied by a pale red halo. The red mist was light and elegant, with a strange wave blocking it. The entire sea area can be clearly seen with the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the servant Liu Xuan returned to Qiu San's side, and he hesitated to speak.

"Speak." Qiu San's smile became more and more forced.

"The boss of the ship asked me to tell the president that we can't hide...it seems that the fog is affected by the sea breeze, and our rear is also blocked by the fog...We are trapped by these fogs!!"

Chu Chen noticed that Qiu San's eyes darkened, and it seemed that his heart was finally broken. He took a few deep breaths, and the smile on his face faded little by little.

"Trouble... We actually encountered this kind of thing. I'm afraid we won't be able to avoid this legendary 'sea of ​​blood'!"

A steady voice came from behind everyone. Chu Chen looked back and saw a tall figure standing next to Qiu San with a solemn expression.

He is dressed in white, has yellowish skin, and has dragon eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is the second strongest person in the team on this trip to the Western Wasteland, Fang Rentang, the leader of the Chunyang Sect.

Qiu San didn't say anything. He understood that at this time, the paper could no longer contain the fire.

A charming female cultivator next to her paled when she heard the word "blood sea", "Sect Master Fang, is this really the legendary 'blood sea'?"

"Yes, this is the legendary 'Sea of ​​Blood'."

Fang Rentang nodded solemnly and sighed, "This kind of thing is so weird. I didn't expect that we would encounter it. President Qiu, what should we do?"

Qiu San still didn't speak, with a blank expression on his face, seemingly speechless.

Fang Rentang's pupils shrank and his tone was low, "The Sea of ​​Blood...that is a legend, a legend that only spreads on the Western Sea and is a nightmare for all monks."

Among the monks, there were obviously many who had heard the legend of the West Sea. Their eyes became dull and their bodies began to tremble unconsciously.

"It is said that since ancient times, once every hundred years, the Blood Sea will randomly appear on the boundless West Sea. The sea area with a radius of thousands of miles shrouded in blood mist is the Blood Sea. Once any ship or living being enters the Blood Sea area, no monks can survive. , the sea of ​​blood can be said to be a marine cemetery of monks, a sea of ​​death belonging to hell."