"you……"

"You have recognized the wrong person, this master."

The middle-aged scholar was obviously stunned when he saw Master Chen, but he denied it.

Brother Lachen, it’s been a long time since I saw you, more than 1,400 years, it’s really like a different life!

Once upon a time, you and I used to discuss heroes by cooking wine, observe the current situation in the world, and talk about the past and present.

But now you are one of the ten kings of the West Sea.

And I am a member of the Blood Skeleton Pirates...

Brother Lechen, the Shui Wuyou you know has died with the great disaster that accompanied the clan members.

"Amitabha!"

"Water donor, don't deny it, how could the little monk recognize the wrong person?"

"The donor Jianglang, his name is Shui Wuyou. He was also a king fushi master named Manxihai, a thousand years ago. His clan is even more famous rune master. Every hundred years, a king fushi master will be born."

"How about it, what about it! Their clan was robbed a thousand years ago. When the young monk received the news that he rushed to his senior brother Kumu as soon as possible, it was a pity that it was too late."

"Water donor, what happened back then?"

Master Le Chen clasped his palms together and lit up the Buddha's name in a low voice, his face filled with deep helplessness.

The old friend is here, how can the little monk admit his mistake?

Back then, when I was cooking wine and discussing heroes, overlooking the general trend of the world, and talking about the past and the present.

Brother Shui! Brother Shui, how energetic and arbitrary you were back then, what happened? It made you fall into this field.

Are you the most promising to be promoted to a saint talisman master?

It is also very likely that it is the first talisman in the West Sea in 100,000 years...

"You are...Shui Wuyou...Mr.Shui...Do you still recognize me?"

"More than 1,600 years ago, Mr. Shui, you visited the Taixu Holy Land, and it was you who I was the one who helped you!"

"When you left, you gave me an eighth-grade spirit gathering talisman."

"Mr. Shui, your clan was robbed and it is still a headless unsolved case. Our holy land has been pursuing it, but there is no clue..."

"I dare to ask Mr. Shui, what happened back then? Why are you with the Blood Skeleton Pirates again?"

The figure of the Seventh Elder also walked out of the warship. When he saw the middle-aged scholar, his whole body was filled with horror and silence. He was stunned for more than ten days before asking.

Shui Wuyou, who else can he have? The first king of Fu Shishi in the West Sea for 100,000 years is completely a genius. He has even taken a different approach and created a variety of runes, and is still regarded as a classic by Fu Shishishi.

Overnight, the famous ancient Shui clan and the rune master clan that had been passed down from the West Sea for tens of thousands of years were completely destroyed.

No one knows what happened?

At that time, the three strongest usurpers in the West Sea were invited to deduce the secrets of heaven, but the three usurpers were killed and one injured. It was a big taboo and a big horror...

The ancient Shui clan was destroyed, and the seventy-two islands in the West Sea, the two realms of the righteous and demons, and the hundreds of alien races were all regretful.

Because the ancient Shui clan has remained neutral for thousands of years, and all the runes produced are left to the six holy places of Zhengmo and Demon, which is truly fair and just.

The key is that the clan is strict with oneself and lenient with others. The clan members are never arrogant and domineering, and they are friends all over the world, and the West Sea has a reputation.

But such a clan was wiped out overnight!

It has become a headless case for thousands of years, but who would have thought that the genius Wang Fu Shishui Wuyou of that year was still alive.

"You really recognized the wrong person..."

The middle-aged scholar sighed softly and looked at the sky with his eyes, trying to keep his peace, but his heart had already been filled with huge waves, and he was another old friend!

Water is worry-free!

How long has it been since I used this name? Only the leader of the Beisi family knows my true identity in the entire Blood Skeleton Pirates Group.

No, I can't admit it?

The slutty fox will not die for a day, and I cannot recognize the name of Shui Wuyou for a day.

"Amitabha!"

"Water Donor, the little monk has known you for a long time, how can he admit his mistake?"

"If you have difficulties and don't want to recognize each other, then the little monk won't force you."

"Donor Jianglang, the little monk believes in the character of the donor Water. Even if he is in the Blood Skeleton Pirates Group, he will never be in the same circle with him. I wonder if the donor can temporarily save his life."

Master Le Chen put his palms together and gave the Buddha's tribute deeply, his expression filled with an extremely pleading look.

"My friend Jiang Lang, I am willing to guarantee the head. Mr. Shui is definitely not a vicious person, and he will never join the Blood Skeleton Pirates."

The seventh elder looked helpless, and he bowed deeply and begged to Jiang Lang.

"Well, since the Seventh Elder and the Master both guaranteed it, I will not kill him for the time being."

"No further ado, set out for the devil's sea immediately."

Jiang Lang was in the void, and his sleeves rolled in the void, and an extremely cold sound of breaking through the air burst out. The deep eyes were filled with a breath of unscrupulous hearts. Then he stepped on the silver warship in one step, and he looked like a god sitting upright on the top of the clouds and looking down at the sentient beings in the world.

It doesn't matter to you, just hold on high.

No matter what grudges you have, you don’t have a fairy stone with me.

It is important to wipe out Skull Island and make a wave of fortune.

"Abide by the saint's decree!"

"It's enough to lead the way. Let me eliminate these evildoers with my own hands!"

"Space oscillation symbol!"

"burst!"

The middle-aged scholar gave a tribute to Jiang Lang, stared at the hundreds of black warships around him, and a jar of wine appeared in his hand. He slapped Kaifeng mud on the spot, raised his head and poured it violently. The turbid wine flowed down the corner of his lips to his throat, and even wet his robe. When the jar of wine drank, a black jade talisman appeared in the palm of his palm, which instantly crushed it.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Hundreds of black warships anchored in the void all exploded. Each warship was wrapped in a transparent rune light shield that was almost nothing, and each warship was torn, strangled, and swallowed by the invisible and formless space power... In the end, it was all broken into countless transparent particles and finally disappeared between the sky.

All the hundreds of warships, without exception, were gone, only the middle-aged scholar standing.

At some point, the wind blew slightly in the sky. The middle-aged scholar detonated a hundred warships and annihilated all members of the Blood Skeleton Pirates. The figure retreated three or four steps, leaned on the warehouse board at the bow of the ship, and slowly slid down. His whole body could not stop trembling, his face became extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with hollowness and silence.

"Amitabha!"

"Water Donor, why are you doing this?"

Master Lechen lit up the Buddha's name in a low voice, and looked at the middle-aged scholar's posture, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

The donor of water has not yet walked out of the shadow!

It’s been more than a thousand years, it’s so pitiful, alasm, so sad!

Time!

Destiny!

What exactly happened to you?

"Oh! Mr. Shui, you..."

The seventh elder sighed heavily, wanting to comfort him, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know where to start, but only his eyes were filled with deep pity...

"Zheng!"

"I have the courage to kill people, but I don't have the courage to face the past."

"What a poor man."

On the silver-white warship, strands of high-pitched sound of piano stirred the void, and the majestic and endless pressure sound of Jianglang came, just like a night drum and morning bell, thought-provoking.
Chapter completed!