Stop In The Deep Sea

Quietness returned to the slow ascent cabin. Wang Xin stared at the water inlet in the corner, thinking about how to bring Dai Xingyue to the Half Moon Cave.

The pool is affected by the undercurrent in the deep sea, forming ripples on the surface.

He looked at the broken stubble on his left shoulder and felt a headache.

Dai Xingyue was in a coma at this time and could not use her spiritual energy to enter the subtleties. In this state, under ten thousand meters of the deep sea, not to mention other dangers, the water pressure alone was enough to break her into pieces.

This is a difficult question.

"If I still have my left arm, maybe I can increase my chance of success." He had a bitter look on his face, and once again realized the inconvenience caused by his physical disability.

When Wang Xin was at his wits' end, Black Cat seemed to sense his difficulty.

The little guy shook his little head and actually started to perform the Muhu Dharma.

As soon as it let out a "meow" cry, its body gradually enlarged, transforming into a twelve-foot-tall behemoth.

The originally spacious room suddenly seemed very small. The huge head almost touched the ceiling. The shiny black hair on his body was shining with black light. He looked majestic and handsome.

"Di Zai, what are you..."

Under Wang Xin's confused gaze, Di Zai swallowed Dai Xingyue into his mouth.

The moment the big mouth closed, a light blue energy barrier composed of stars appeared around the little girl's body, as if she was in a colorful galaxy.

It looked at the water inlet, pointed in the general direction of the Half-Moon Cave with its big paw, and then snorted lightly.

Wang Xin understood immediately. Although the "little guy" had not yet recovered his speech function after his resurrection, he knew that Di Zai wanted to protect Xiao Yue through his own body.

With the Muhu Dharma, whether it is dealing with water pressure or Quan Henan and other mimics, they have an extra chance of winning.

"Dizi is so smart!" Wang Xin touched its big head and kept praising it.

"Aww~" Di Zai was very impressed, leaning over and pressing against him, responding very affectionately.

Since this room was applied for by Ge Yuanchun in his own name and reserved exclusively for ancient martial artists, unlike other slow-ascension cabins, there are many things related to ancient martial arts training stored in the room.

Wang Xin rummaged through the cabinets and found seventeen star-toothed darts, which he hid all over his body. He also pinned a Damascus dagger in a nylon sheath on his trouser leg.

After doing all this, he held his breath and concentrated, adjusted his whole body's strength, used his true energy to penetrate into the subtleties, and disappeared into the water inlet.

Dizi followed closely behind and jumped into the pool with a "pop" sound.

…

The deep sea is silent.

Endless darkness enveloped everything in sight, and no angle was spared.

The coldness is deep and filling the brain. An ordinary person would probably have trouble breathing just looking at the scene in front of him.

Only the pilot lights and signal towers around the deep-sea base still have a bit of humanity, projecting blue and pink scenery and doing their best to drive away the ruthlessness and indifference of the deep sea.

Wang Xin did not follow his usual route, but deliberately avoided the pilot lights and crawled halfway up the mountainside close to the trench bed.

His experience as a sea explorer gave him a good understanding of the terrain around the base. Although the route opened by his predecessors was less dangerous, he was very likely to encounter Quan Henan and others who had set up an ambush halfway.

The black cat performed the Dusk Tiger Technique behind him, with a faint star-like light lingering all over his body, and he was vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding movements.

It is a spiritual species in itself, and can be compared to a demigod in its heyday, so in this deep sea it is like walking on flat ground, and the soul's limbs just push lightly, and it rushes far away like an arrow from the string.

Dai Xingyue was safe and sound in its mouth.

The spiritual energy in the sea water is much richer than that in the air. As Wang Xin moved forward, he replenished the energy consumed in last night's battle.

After a while, it returned to its best condition.

But he was a little annoyed, because his cultivation level had dropped again and again recently, and now he had fallen from the early stage of the Flame Realm to the peak of the Extinction Realm.

At this rate, it won't be long before he becomes an ordinary person with zero cultivation.

He had also tried some methods, but to no avail. According to Yu Xi's inference, the main reason for the regression in cultivation was a broken arm. The rules of the Xuyu lineage "judged" that he could not continue to strive for the pinnacle of martial arts, and had already regarded him as For abandonment.

Having lost the qualification to be called the "Eighth Man", Wang Xin can no longer enjoy everything that the Maharaja Sutra brings.

There are countless medical prescriptions in this world, but they cannot be made out of nothing. A broken mirror cannot be reunited, and how can a broken arm be regenerated?

"Perhaps, my way will stop at the deep sea."

Thinking of this, Wang Xin couldn't help but feel sad.

He has not yet experienced the most powerful state of being able to look down on the world. He has just tasted some sweetness and is about to return to ordinary.

"If your cultivation really regresses to that of ordinary people, just think of it all as a dream." Wang Xin felt bitter for a while, but he could only comfort himself in this way.

At that time, maybe he will bid farewell to all his friends and remain anonymous, just like Mr. Mei, hiding in a corner and silently until his death.

Halfway through the journey, the black cat suddenly stopped.

Its face showed the same solemn expression as a human being.

"What's wrong, Di Zai? Did you find anything abnormal?" Wang Xin turned around and asked through spiritual consciousness.

The black cat's huge head shook up and down, as if in response.

Wang Xin amplified the six senses and spread them to the entire surrounding area instantly.

A strong smell of blood wafted over.

"Huh? Is it blood?"

As he spoke, he saw a body lying in the seaweed ahead.

His whole body was swollen to the point of being out of shape, like an inflatable doll that was about to explode. His hair was unintentionally floating with the undercurrent of the sea, which was weird and terrifying.

Judging from the clothes of the corpse, this person is a member of the Mimicry Alliance.

Wang Xin poured his true energy into his eyes and suddenly discovered that there was a corpse not far away.

"The blood hasn't spread yet, which means these people died not long ago."

The black cat's sense of smell is much more sensitive than that of humans. He immediately discovered the clue and plunged into the seaweed.

Wang Xin followed, pulled out the Damascus dagger from the nylon bag, cut off the dense vegetation, and looked forward through the gap.

Not far away, a battle was taking place. The protagonists turned out to be Quan Henan, one of the twelve owls, and a huge mechanical sea snake!

"That's... a huge creature - the strange-eyed green python!" Wang Xin exclaimed. "Quan Henan's purpose is to intercept me halfway, so why are we fighting with this big insect?"

Although I couldn't hear the sound, I could feel the brutality of the battle.

The strange-eyed green python opened its bloody mouth, the five giant mechanical eyes on its head stared at the enemy, and the mechanical structure on its abdomen kept spinning.

Judging from its movements, it seems to be different from other giant creatures. It is not in a crazy state, but a very methodical and purposeful attack, as if someone is commanding it.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Quan Henan also activated his strongest state. A pair of metal wings resembled death's scythes, and six bearing rotors stirred up bubbles that dispersed to both sides, like a future warrior.

Hua Tianfang is worthy of being regarded as the pinnacle of combat power among the twelve owls. The sequence mimicry [Fast War Angel] is so powerful that even when fighting against supernatural creatures such as the strange-eyed green python, he still does not fall behind.

But the mimics under him were not so lucky. Almost all of them were wiped out, and they were left in the silent deep sea forever.