Emperor of Nine Suns

The dejected monks, although they didn't dare to resist, whispered to each other, sighing in low voices, how could this kid lead everyone out of their lives.

When Lian Yu spoke, the dust had already settled.

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

"Let's make a bet."

Chu Chen suddenly raised his hand slightly, "Those who are not convinced by me, those who don't believe that I can lead you to escape, you can bet against me, if I succeed in leading you to find a way out, then bet with me The people who want to call me grandpa, say that they have no eyes, dare not."

Everyone was stunned, and the fat monk flicked his sleeves vigorously, "You can't lead everyone to live, it's okay to bet, if you lose, you call our grandpa a fart, do you have any bets?"

Chu Chen nodded lightly, and stretched out a purple medicinal talisman from his bosom, "This is an anti-evil talisman..."

Chu Chen did not introduce it in detail. These monks who have traveled all over the world are deeply aware of the value of this medicine talisman. It is not only a high-level talisman, but also a dual-attribute medicine talisman in the high-level talisman. The dual attributes of yin and yang can resist evil spirits. The ultimate medicine talisman, especially in the blood sea world.

Seeing that many people's eyes lit up, Chu Chen said in a deep voice, "I don't have many such talismans now. In order not to deceive everyone, I will open three places for gambling. If I fail to escape with you , the medicine talisman is you, call me grandpa if you lose, and then admit that you are blind."

"I bet!"

The fat monk has greedy eyes and is extremely displeased with the protagonist, so he naturally has to seize this opportunity.

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

"I don't believe that you can turn the world upside down. If you really can go out, don't call you grandfather, I would dare to call you ancestor." The white-browed monk looked disdainful, "I bet too!"

The three of them took the lead in betting against each other, and many monks on the deck lamented that they were slow to react. The three medicine talismans are all supreme treasures at this moment, and they didn't get this cheap.

"Okay, it's a deal."

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

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

The cockpit of a steel building ship is different from ordinary large ships. A steel building ship is hundreds or even thousands of feet long and weighs millions of catties.

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

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

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

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

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

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

In front of him, a crystal the size of a washbasin was suspended in the void, surrounded by light curtains of spiritual power, clearly showing various navigational dynamics of the entire building ship.

The man on the altar is the helmsman of this steel building ship. He wears tight leather armor, python boots, and a pure black robe. A huge spiritual light curtain.

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

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

"Well, please trouble Zhou to take the helm. From now on, this little brother will be in charge of the whole ship." Qiu San nodded at the helm, and lightly patted Chu Chen in front of him.

"oh?"

Steward Zhou stared at Chu Chen, turning his head to look at Chu Chen with a look of suspicion: "This little brother, is he an expert at the helm?"

At the helm Zhou realized that the scene in front of him was really not right. The president, who usually doesn't care about sailing, actually brought a young man to take charge of the big ship, followed by a group of people with worried expressions.

"It's a prize at the helm."

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

Director Zhou frowned, still not sure what kind of medicine Chuchen was selling in the gourd?

But he turned his head and looked at Qiu San and Elder Lingxin nodding, as if Jean really let him take over the steel building ship.

He froze for a moment, although he was reluctant in every possible way, but Zhou, who had been at the helm of the Great Xiao Dynasty's army before, had always obeyed orders unconditionally.

So he finally sighed helplessly: "Then how do you take over, little brother, and how do I cooperate?"

"It's very simple. Let me tell you where the ship is going. You can operate the big ship. But just wait a bit."

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he immediately closed his eyes, left a group of people looking at each other behind, and settled down on his own, and began to open his spiritual sense to lock on something in the sea of ​​blood.

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

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

After about three sticks of incense, Chu Chen opened his eyes, and regardless of the impatient expressions on the faces of the group, he directly gave orders to Zhou at the helm.

"Go forward three hundred feet, then turn the rudder full to the left, sail six hundred and thirty feet, and sail four hundred and thirty feet to the right, and then turn the full right rudder."

"What? Why does the ship turn around? There are no obstacles in this sea area, we can go straight forward! Little brother, don't mess around!"

The face of Zhou at the helm was darkened. He and his party were serious and responsible, and there were many taboos in sea navigation, especially for large ships like steel building ships. If possible, such navigation with full rudder steering was the most taboo.

Because once the rudder is fully turned, the balance of the whole ship may be destroyed, and it is easy to cause a capsize accident. It is obvious that the lame boy is an amateur.

"Just do as he says."

Qiu San said word by word without any explanation.

That week, the helm sighed again helplessly, and had no choice but to issue orders to the surrounding crew members. The whole steel building began to run at full speed, and began to sail in a strange way.

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