True Immortal of the Netherworld

On a desert island.

For several days, Qing Shuishui and Hai Monk racked their brains to leave the desert island. They built a small boat out of the few trees on the island. The small boats are about ten feet in size, and are mostly made of unripe trees. They are not suitable for use on the open sea.

In order to make the boat stronger, the two took out some of the original high-level cultivation materials and mixed it into it. The ropes that bound the boat were made of Linghu sinew from Qingmiao Mountain, and the teeth of the deep-sea blue shark were used for the binding and connection. The oar is made of a colorful guppy fish bone.

"With this boat and my Dao Talisman skills, I should be able to take a risk. It's better than being trapped on this desert island and waiting helplessly." Looking at the completed boat made of various materials in front of me , Qingshui people decided to take the risk.

Monk Hai was originally opposed to it. He had lived in the East China Sea since he was a child and knew the dangers of the East China Sea.

Wandering in the East China Sea without a chart would undoubtedly lead to death. He tried to persuade Qingshui people several times, but what he got was that Qingshui people insisted on taking a boat to go to sea. In his heart, he was still somewhat wary of Qingshui Ren's current strength. However, he was stubborn and could only express his willingness to risk going to sea with Qingshui Ren against his will.

On the surface of the boat, many yellow paper Taoist symbols were pasted by people on Qingshui River, making the boat look like a strange big paper basket.

The man in Qingshui looked at the boundless sea in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his right hand, and rubbed his thumb back and forth on the other knuckles to calculate something, and then said: "It is an auspicious time to go to sea today. Although there are waves, if you persist, you will be able to see something." shore."

When Monk Hai heard this, he quickly flattered him and said, "I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Master is also good at deducing the art of usurping fate. Fellow Taoist Master's skills are really a treasure that cannot be excavated, and I am extremely envious of him."

Qingshui Ren just glanced at Monk Hai, chuckled, and then asked: "The art of usurping fate and deducing is inherently contrary to God's will. Unless a powerful person who has mastered the laws of Heaven dare not peek into its shape, otherwise, it will definitely happen." Being punished by God's will. If I were really good at this technique, could you and I still be killed by these two evil stars, Xu Yang and Liu Haiyu, and end up on this deserted island? "

Monk Hai was speechless when asked, and said innocently in his heart: "It's you, the old thief, who insists on calculating and making up your own mind, but now you ask me, I am against going to sea."

Monk Hai was unwilling to do so, but he didn't dare to object. He had a frown on his old face, but he didn't dare to say too much.

Monk Kanhai didn't answer, and the man in Qingshui smiled slightly and said: "You fake monk, why are you so sad? If you don't do some things, how will you know the results. Don't you also like to recite the four words "Amitabha"? Don't you think that Buddha Will I really bless you, a fake monk? I’m just asking for good luck.”

Monk Hai quickly greeted me with a smile and said, "Wish you good luck, Amitabha."

But I was extremely devout in my heart, praying silently for a safe journey. In Monk Hai's heart, Buddha still exists and is worthy of awe, even though he does not believe in Buddha.

Maybe, as people in Qingshui said, it's just a matter of luck.

Then, the two floated onto the boat.

The man from Qingshui stood on the bow of the boat, argued the direction, and said: "We came from the west, so we should go to the west."

After saying that, he flicked the fingers of his right hand slightly, and several yellow spiritual lights jumped out and landed on the hull of the ship.

The yellow paper Taoist charms attached to the ship's hull flashed with inspiration under the stimulation of the spells, and the runes flowed, and large red Taoist spells poured out, connecting into one, just like a small Taoist formation.

With a "pop" sound, a powerful force of Taoism erupted from the stern of the boat. The boat suddenly sprang out under the huge thrust, and the bow of the boat was shaking.

"Fake monk, take the helm." Qingshui people said decisively.

"My surname is Hai, not fake." Monk Hai muttered in his heart, and quickly stabilized the rudder made of "colorful guppy bone" at the stern of the boat with his hands.

A large splash of water arose at the stern of the boat, just like the surging mood of the two at this time.

The boat carried the two of them toward the west, and the desert island gradually turned into a small black dot behind them.

"Old Taoist, you still have the ability. At our current speed, you can return to Dolphin Island or Zhongyuan Continent in a few months." Monk Hai said happily.

"Although I have saved some of this array talisman, it will become less and less as it is consumed. I don't know if I can persist until I see the shore of Zhongyuan Continent." Qingshui Man said matter-of-factly.

When Monk Hai heard this, he complained in his heart: "You are such a seasoned thief, you are so reckless when you are not sure." But his face showed extremely obedience, and he said with a smile: "With the great wisdom, great luck and great means of fellow Taoist, we will definitely succeed." Return to Zhongyuan Continent safely."

…

Half a month later, I don’t know how far the boat carrying the two people had sailed. The surrounding area was still the endless East China Sea, a vast expanse with no trace of the shore.

Three days ago, the people in Qingshui had replaced all the charms on the boat, and the power of the old charms had been exhausted.

At this time, the person steering the ship at the stern has been replaced by the "Blood Monk". As a puppet talisman, the Blood Monk is tireless. Under the control of Qingshui Man, he can steer the helm with style. Monk Hai had to take a break.

"Thanks to the blessing of fellow Taoist, our journey has been calm and smooth sailing. Even if there are any risks, they will be averted with the great wisdom of fellow Taoist." Monk Hai said flatteringly.

The words just fell.

Click!

A thunder suddenly sounded above the sea and sky. The thunder was so powerful that the sky and sea were shocked.

I saw a huge purple lightning in the distance piercing the sky, connecting directly between the sea and the sky, as if it was going to split the void.

Then, dark clouds rolled over the sea, the sun lost its color, and the whole world turned gray.

The sea in front of the two people seemed to be stirred by a heavenly dragon. The sudden rise of wind and rain caused huge waves of hundreds of feet. Wisps of raging arcs in the storm popped up one after another, lashing the void and rumbling like the roar of a heavenly dragon. It was extremely shocking.

"No, it's a storm in the East China Sea." Monk Hai looked at the sudden scene and exclaimed loudly. He couldn't help but reach out and slap himself loudly in the mouth.

I blamed myself in my heart: "The crow's mouth."

"Turn around." Qingshui Ren glanced at the storm on the opposite side, with awe in his eyes, and said quickly.

The energy in it is so huge that if this storm were to be placed on the Zhongyuan Continent and swept all the way, it would probably destroy dozens of cities and counties in a row. Qingshui people are also well-informed people, but this is the first time they have seen a storm of this scale.

When Monk Hai heard this, he jumped to the stern of the boat and took the helm himself. The boat cleverly turned around and fled away from the storm in a hurry.

The huge storm behind the two people was like an extremely exaggerated wild beast. It seemed to have smelled the scent of the two people on the boat, crushing them all the way and chasing them.

The angry waves rolled up and down, and the boat was like a fallen leaf in the strong wind, rising and falling involuntarily.

The man on the bow of the boat, Qingshui, quickly clasped his hands and cast water-controlling spells to pull the boat back from every imminent capsizing.

The "blood monk" on the side kept rubbing his hands on the "gilt incense burner" above his head. A large cloud of blood mist rose up from the incense burner, like a huge bloody umbrella that opened, blocking the falling water splash and letting the boat float Always keep it dry.

The terrifying thing about this storm is not only its power, but also its size. It envelopes it like the sky is tilted upside down, making it impossible for people to find the direction to escape.

In the end, with the efforts of Qing Shuishui and Hai Monk, the boat struggled on the edge of the storm for three days before finally getting away from the storm.

Three days, even Qing Shuishui and Monk Hai, who had sufficient cultivation in the Soul Realm, were exhausted.

The sea monk at the stern of the boat looked at the Qingshui man standing at the bow of the boat, and he couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.

"If it weren't for this veteran's superb water control skills, we might have been buried in that storm."

Looking at the storm monster in the distance, the man in Qingshui closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his right hand, and continued to pinch the other four knuckles with his thumb.

After a while, Master Qingshui said calmly: "I'll live in peace after this disaster."

Monk Hai murmured in his heart, do you still want to ask for good luck?

But this time he really believed it. Monk Hai put his hands together and looked extremely pious, as if there was an immortal golden Buddha sitting in front of him. He kept chanting: "Amitabha... Amitabha... Amitabha..."

Later, the people of Qingshui carefully inspected the damage caused by the storm resistance.

"We accidentally lost a lot of Dao formation talismans during the fight against the storm. It seems that Pindao underestimated the risks brought by the storm in the East China Sea. I'm afraid it will be calm all the way, and it will be difficult for us to see the coast of Zhongyuan Continent. "Yes." Qingshui said truthfully.

"Hey, even if we turn around and go back now, we still can't find the deserted island we came from." There was some complaint in Monk Hai's tone, as if the extremely boring deserted island was as precious as his former residence.

"The matter has come to this, and we can only move forward. You and I were not dead in the time and space tunnel where the teleportation array exploded, and you and I were still intact in the storm just now. I, Qingshui Master, want to see what surprises there will be below. Surprise, hehehe." Mr. Qingshui said confidently, letting out a harsh laugh.

The strange smile revealed a fighting spirit that refused to admit defeat, and it spread far and wide, which was due to his unruly character.

This man from Qingshui was just a casual cultivator. He liked to study Taoism since he was a child, and he was quite talented. Due to his unstable personality and ruthless attacks, he was not allowed to enter the upright "Qinglian Dojo" to practice Taoism.

But with his unyielding determination and frightening methods, he has remained firmly on the list of evil cultivators for decades. Although he is not as powerful as the top ten characters on the evil cultivator list, he is still somewhat famous. He fights with disciples of famous and upright sects every day, experiences countless life and death disasters, and often saves the day. Not only has he mastered the secret skills of the "Corpse Exorcist Sect", but his cultivation has also reached the second level of the Soul Realm. Right now, his goal is the "Demon Blood Pill" promised by the Shadow Master. Only by becoming stronger can he become a qualified evil cultivator.

Monk Hai was infected by Qingshui Ren's aura and couldn't help but raise his arms and shout: "Go forward indomitably."

…

Four days later, Qing Shuishui and Hai Monk drove the boat and ran all the way.

Suddenly, a huge fleet appeared in front of them, a warship formation to be precise.

Among them, there are thirty ships of various sizes. The big ship at the head was a three-story warship, with neat naval guns mounted on both sides of the hull. A sea-blue battle flag flew on the deck of the bow, with a scaled dragon with fangs and tail swinging painted on the flag. The pattern is murderous.

"It's the warship fleet of the Linjiao Royal Family!" Monk Hai recognized the clues at a glance and said loudly.

"You're here just in time. Let's go up and grab a warship from it so that we can go back to the Zhongyuan Continent." The man in Qingshui stroked his goatee under his chin with his hand, a stern look in his eyes.