I have an eternal eye

The central sea area, a remote channel somewhere.

Several warships are fleeing. Their masts are inlaid with huge bronze talismans. As long as spiritual energy is poured into them, there will be strong winds accompanying them, and the sails will flap, leading the warships to break through the waves.

This is a common method used by monks in the blue world. After all, not everyone can own special warships such as the Benlei and the Siren. Most of them are modified with the help of the talisman array.

The speed was so fast that white lines were drawn on the sea.

However, even so, they still tried their best to move the warship, turning their heads to watch from time to time, their eyes full of fear.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

"Master, the wind talisman can't hold on any longer!"

"Hurry, there are still stocks in the warehouse, replace them all. If they catch up, they will all die today!"

In the past, the copper talismans on the mast were only used at critical moments and could not last for too long. With such high intensity of consumption, the copper talismans began to crack, causing panic on the ship.

In just a moment, the enemy has caught up.

I saw a bloody light coming from the sea, as gorgeous as the sunset, dyeing the entire sea red.

Such beautiful light and shadow made everyone despair.

"Watch your mind!"

"Quick, speed up!"

The old man on the boat warned frantically, but to no avail.

Where blood filled the air, everyone's eyes began to change. Those with low moral standards would go crazy almost instantly, their eyes bloodshot, and they would attack the people around them indiscriminately.

The experts on the boat fled in panic.

Some used water escape techniques and jumped into the sea...

Some sacrificed their magical weapons, flying swords, and soared into the sky...

But the blood light has filled the entire sea area. They didn't escape for long before their minds were polluted. They roared like wild beasts and attacked the waves as if they were enemies of life and death.

beep--!

A shrill and weird horn sound sounded.

In the bloody light, a warship appeared, completely black, with a huge bloody mandala painted on the sails, constantly sending out strange fluctuations.

On the boat, a man in black robes was filled with murderous intent.

"Everyone wake up!"

The leader on the deck said coldly: "Capture these people back. The killing sacrifice must be started at the same time so that several adults can come. If something goes wrong, you will also be sacrificed!"

Those who came were none other than the members of the Killing God Cult.

They are the true elites of the Slaughter Cult. Whenever a world is polluted with murderous intent and people's hearts are sufficiently chaotic and crazy, they will come and harvest with the gesture of plowing the garden and sweeping holes.

On weekdays, he wanders around Kukai.

Now, under the orders of the priest in the distraction period, the killing cult members who have descended have divided into several teams and are abducting people everywhere on the sea.

After all, they are orthodox elites. After hearing the order, they suppressed the murderous intention in their hearts one by one, squeezed the magic formula, and the chains flew in their hands, binding the monks who fell into madness one by one.

The leader then waved his hand and threw out a pagoda, which grew in the wind and became more than ten feet tall.

The monks who were caught were thrown up one by one, and the chains on their bodies were integrated into the iron tower. The sharp iron hooks pierced the Dantian and were tied outside the iron tower as if they were being tortured.

On the iron tower, there were already crowds of people, and screams continued.

In just a few breaths, all the fleeing monks were caught, and the magical weapons they carried with them and the warehouse of spiritual materials on the ship were divided among the killing cultists.

Phew~

Just as they were about to leave, black mist suddenly surged on the sea ahead, and a huge ship flew out.

There is a giant dragon entrenched on the bow, and relief sculptures of human faces are arranged on both sides. There is a tall and exquisite seven-story boat pavilion above, with a simple shape and full of cornices and brackets. All rooms are shimmering with light.

What came out was Youqian City.

"Grab them and do it!"

Seeing such a treasure ship, the leader of the Killing Sect's eyes immediately shone, and the greed in his eyes could not be concealed.

The appearance of Youqian City has been greatly changed. The core temple, the Twelve O'clock Dream Tower, and the Apocalypse Altar are all hidden deep in the warship. It is impossible to tell that these are the ruins of the former Dimu.

But even a fool can feel how impressive this ship is.

Upon hearing the leader's order, the God of Killing cultists immediately activated the magic circle. The huge sails stirred up and the blood-red light that filled the sea immediately rushed towards Youqian City.

Bang!

However, Youqian City suddenly disappeared.

But it didn't go very far, and instead appeared in the air dozens of miles away. Huge wings spread out on both sides of the ship, and the dark wind roared, hovering in the air.

"A flying treasure ship!"

The leader of the killing cult was already red-eyed.

However, before he could give the order, he felt a terrible breath coming from the bottom of the sea. Without saying a word, he squeezed the magic formula and turned into a streak of blood, flying out from the ship.

This is the blood escape technique of the Killing Sect, which can burn the blood in the body. Although the vitality will be greatly damaged after using it, it can immediately escape from danger, allowing him to escape from certain death countless times.

As expected of being an elite, there were actually more than a dozen people on the boat using the bleeding escape technique at the same time, escaping dozens of miles in an instant.

The rest of the people were not so lucky.

Boom!

The entire sea area was shaking. Mountain-like bubbles rose up on the sea surface, and then exploded. Countless gravels spewed up from the bottom of the sea. The warships of the Killing Sect were instantly torn into powder.

The rubble flew hundreds of feet into the air, then crashed down again, causing waves to splash on the sea surface. None of the killing cultists left on the ship were spared.

High in the sky, Zhang Biao was also secretly frightened.

During this period, he had absorbed the Thunder Spirit Root, and the transformation of Youqian City was completely completed. After receiving the order from Master Mojie to retreat, he immediately took away the Dongming Core.

The cave in the Holy Land of the Thunder Nation was excavated by the former God of Thunder. The core of the cave is also extremely huge and looks like a temple.

After the destruction of Dongtian, the commotion caused was naturally not small.

"kill him!"

The leader of the Lucky Killing Cult was so angry that he led the remaining masters to Youqian City without hesitation.

The blood in his eyes flashed, and he saw that Zhang Biao was just a foundation-building monk, a giant spider with a strange aura.

This time we encountered a misfortune and it was time to seize the ship to make up for the loss.

Most of the slain cultists who escaped were masters of the golden elixir, and they all used bloody flying swords. Before they even got close, their murderous intent distorted the surrounding air.

However, Zhang Biao was not afraid, and murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.

Zizzizi~

Around the hull, as the black mist of Mengsha surged, thunder flashed, and the leader of the thunder beast appeared with all his men.

"Roar--!"

The huge machine dragon in front of the ship also roared, and thunder surged from its mouth, spurting out at the killing cultists.

Together with the thunder beast leader who was comparable to the Nascent Soul, more than a dozen thunder beasts roared together, and lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the entire sea area.

In just an instant, several of the killing cultists were chopped into charcoal, and the rest were dodging left and right, struggling to hold on.

Zhang Biao was not idle either. He squeezed the magic formula, stared at these people, and recited the incantation.

On the top of the attic of Youqian City, one hundred and eight blood-colored iron pillars of evil weapons have been arranged in a formation, and an ominous atmosphere lingers.

As Zhang Biao pressed the spell, blood suddenly appeared in the eyes of Thousand Faces Youluo on the boat.

What he used was naturally the disaster technique.

The entire Youqian City, after being promoted again and again, has become an existence that is not inferior to the temple and can suppress luck.

Through the stimulation of the ship's spiritual energy and the casting of Thousand-faced Youluo, the disaster spell was also elevated to a terrifying state.

Those murderous cultists had noticed something was wrong and were about to run away, but a strange red mist appeared all over their bodies, their internal organs were twisted, their true energy began to reverse, and their heads became even more dizzy.

"Ominous atmosphere!"

The leader of the team only had time to let out a cry of despair before he was drowned out by the lightning spewed out by the Thunder Beast Commander.

Soon, the sea became quiet.

"Ang——! Aang——!"

The thunder beast leader circled up and down, making dissatisfied cries.

It was quite intelligent, but it didn't expect that it had just reached an agreement with Zhang Biao and would have to fight when it left home. It felt inexplicably like it had been deceived.

Zhang Biao shook his head and said: "The Blue World is already in chaos, and fighting is inevitable. Don't worry, there won't be so many things after we leave."

"hold head high--!"

The leader of the thunder beasts just complained, but the big and small thunder beasts under his command were very excited, jumping up and down with the thunder, and even started to stir up a storm.

Under the command of the commander, he was unwilling to be wrapped in the black mist of Mengsha and disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had entered the cave.

The remnants of the Thunder God and the strange objects of heaven and earth have been put into it. Thunder mist surges, and there are densely packed Aragami puppets floating around, with lightning flashing all over them.

In mid-air, in the core of the temple-like cave, the Thunder God Cauldron is enshrined. Thick thunders jump in it, passing through the wreckage of the God of Thunder and passing through the puppets of the Aragami, forming a perfect cycle, as if they are breathing.

The Thunder Beast Commander was obviously very satisfied with the new habitat, and led his group into the thunder mist...

…

On the deck, the spirit spiders were also busy.

They climb along the hull, inspecting the wings on both sides.

This wing is made of the frame formed by the transformation of the God of Ages. The remaining Earth Yin Dragon Silkworm Skin Sac from the last time is used as the membrane. The remaining power of the Wind God of Beiyin Mountain is poured into it, and it is also integrated with the core of the formation of the Ben Lei.

This thing is called the "Storm Wing", which is the result of the Master Qianji's study of the "Collection of All Things". It can make the treasure ship fly at ordinary times. Once it is activated, it can stir up a storm on the Styx, increasing its speed several times.

Of course, this is just the first run, and it needs to be improved again and again to make it faster and run more smoothly.

The people on the Thousand Planes and the Spirit Spiders were busy. They pulled out the true fire threads of Samadhi to repair and adjust the "Storm Wing".

Zhang Biao was not idle either, staring at the sea surface, the golden cicada blood god Gu vibrating in his body, and densely packed soul-eating cicadas suddenly swarmed out accompanied by black mist and dived into the sea.

This time, many monks died, and apart from various spiritual materials, there were also many fragments of spiritual roots remaining.

Soon, the Soul-Eating Cicada salvaged a large amount of loot, ignited the phoenix thunder fire on its body, burned away the remaining resentment, and moved it directly into the warehouse.

Of course, what attracted Zhang Biao even more was the blood spiritual roots left behind by the killing cultists after their deaths.

These were picked out separately and fell into Zhang Biao's hands. The phoenix fire continued to burn, removing all the murderous demonic energy inside.

After a few sticks of incense, only fragments of pure blood spirit roots were left. The Golden Cicada Blood God Gu vibrated in his body. Zhang Biao stretched out his hand to hold it. All the blood spirit roots disappeared, merged into the Dantian, and were swallowed by the Golden Cicada Blood God Gu. .

The thunder spirit root can increase the thunder power, while the blood spirit root is the foundation of the phoenix fire power.

Zhang Biao guessed that since the Slaughter Cult has so many blood spiritual roots, the other party may have obtained the remains of the undead phoenix, or its demon spirit may be related to the phoenix...

Of course, these things were too far away from him.

Just as Master Mojie warned, all forces will come, and the blue world will soon become a hell of flesh and blood.

Although after merging the remaining thunder spirit roots of the God of Thunder, he has completely broken through the spiritual cultivation stage and reached the elixir condensation stage. With the original fake elixir in his body, it is estimated that he will be able to achieve the golden elixir in a short time.

But the current situation in the Blue Realm has become a battlefield for masters of transforming gods. Even Nascent Soul is in danger, let alone him.

It’s better to stay away as soon as possible.

Soon, Master Qianji completed the inspection, and with the instigation of "Wind and Thunder Wings", the Youqi warship was wrapped in black mist and disappeared instantly...