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Luo Mo stretched out his black hand towards the young man named Wang Chao and instantly put him into the magic weapon. Then, he had transformed into the young man and followed the team towards the Wang family ship.

The young man who was suppressed was in the third small realm of Shenqiao in Cailunhai Secret Realm. It was easy for Luo Mo to read his memory, and there was no restriction on his memory, because he didn't know the route at all. Every time he went to sea, he was in the cabin.

Spend time without feeling the outside world at all.

Luo Mo successfully boarded the Wang family's ship. No one doubted it. After all, the person in charge of this group was just a Taoist monk. It was almost impossible to detect any abnormalities.

What follows is the dark cabin life. Even though it is a magic weapon refined by powerful monks, it is still cautious when sailing in the sea. There are far more beasts in the endless sea than on land. Without the strength of the King of Dao Zhan, I dare not say that I can do it.

Running rampant, you will even occasionally find traces of saint-level beasts.

This era is at the end of the suppression of the Qing Emperor's Dao, but even at the end, the Dao of a great emperor is suppressing ten thousand Dao. Those who can practice to great power are a big shot. Killing Dao is very easy for most monks who are not in the Holy Land.

Difficulty is a natural chasm.

In addition to wild beasts, various dangerous sea areas and weather also hinder their progress. Sometimes a storm may cause them to appear in unfamiliar sea areas and face endless dangers.

Not everyone can carve formations like Xuanyu Platform and Realm Gate that can be transmitted. Not everyone has such a rich knowledge reserve as Luo Mo. Only some Holy Land sects have it.

In the cabin, other disciples have entered a state of cultivation. After all, the head of the Wang family does not allow weak disciples to watch the external environment and memorize navigation routes. At least they must have the blood of the Wang family in the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

Luo Mo went through the young man's memories about sailing and found that he had participated in the Wang family's voyage twice after cultivating to the life spring realm. This was the third time.

The place they arrived turned out to be near a floating island. The island was surrounded by thunder. According to the senior Wang family, this was a Yuanci Island. Many beasts in the sea would come here to use the power of thunder when they transformed.

The people of the Wang family came here to mine the Yuanci Divine Stone, which is a kind of weapon refining material. The last time the boy named Wang Chao went there, he encountered a black water king snake that was shedding its skin with the help of thunder, and he almost died of fright.

, and was later teased by his peers for being timid.

Far away from the floating island, there is a dark storm. The strange thing is that this storm neither moves nor dissipates. It always exists, but the Wang family never goes there because the storm on the sea can blow away the monks.

Even the most powerful people would not dare to go deep into it if their souls and souls are destroyed.

Luo Mo took out the residual map for comparison and found that there was indeed an island not far from the Black Sun Storm on the map, but he had never thought that it was a floating island before. After all, it was just an island symbol.

It seems that the profitable voyage discovered by the Wang family is leading to the location of the Black Sun disaster.

In the cabin, these low-level disciples had nothing else to do except practice, so Luo Mo took out the scale he got from the fox demon.

The owner of the scales was at least a savage beast in the Immortal realm. Luo Mo couldn't break it open at all. There was some dragon energy on it. It should belong to a savage beast with some dragon bloodline. It was made into a map.

In addition to the sea features and islands on this chart, there is also a door symbol. In the center of the scales, Luo Mo looked at the distribution of islands on the scales and realized that it seemed to be a set of formations.

Treasure map?

Or is it some kind of inheritance cave?

Let's wait until he finds the Black Sun Storm to have a look.

Time passed quickly, Luo Mo just practiced for a while and they arrived.

This time it went relatively smoothly, without encountering storms or other obstacles, and we arrived at our destination in just over a month.

Everyone got off the boat and came to the floating island.

The floating island was dark, barren, and surrounded by thunder. As soon as Luo Mo came out, he felt a force of magnetism, which actually attracted some of his magic weapons.

But his magic weapons have been tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, and the inner Dao patterns shine, isolating such fluctuations.

The Wang family monks who came here prepared wooden or stone magic weapons, each found a place to jump into the water, and dived into the seabed.

As soon as you enter the bottom of the sea, all kinds of fantasies suddenly come over you. This floating island echoes the ends of the earth, forming a special field. Being in it will produce various hallucinations, and if you stay for a long time, the whole person will be lost in the hallucinations.

This is just the outermost area. If it is close to the sea below the floating island, it will not only be some simple hallucinations, but there will also be greater dangers. Even some senior members of the Wang family have died there.

The young people who cultivated in the Lunhai Secret Realm, led by a steward of the Tao Palace Secret Realm, dived into the seabed to look for the Yuanci Divine Stone.

It is said that this kind of stone fell from the floating island and was washed nearby by the sea currents, so that they could find it. A piece as big as a fingernail can be worth hundreds of kilograms of pure source, but it is difficult to find and the quantity is rare.

After going deep into the seabed, Luo Mo released the young man. He had no memory of being suppressed by Luo Mo. His eyes went dark before he got on the boat, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared here.

Luo Mo soaked him in the sea for a while, then let him get lost in the field of metamagnetic field and fall into hallucinations.

The steward of the secret realm of the Dao Palace discovered something unusual about the young man, carried out his responsibility, and rescued the young man.

Not long after he came down, he actually got lost in the hallucination. Well, now he had another reason to be teased.

Luo Mo ignored the floating island and headed away from the bottom of the sea towards the storm that covered the sky and the sun in the distance.

Passing from the bottom of the sea, he could see the landforms on the bottom of the sea.

Judging from the source technique, the terrain here is very special, with several underwater dragon veins surrounding the black storm and Yuan Magnetic Floating Island.

This is very strange. The black storm belongs to wind, and the Yuan Magnetic Sky Island belongs to thunder. Wind and thunder are both fast, violent and violent. How can they calm down obediently?

Did someone lock them here intentionally or did they occur naturally?

If it was formed naturally, there should be treasures like Dingfeng Pearl here.

He moved in the turbulent sea, and the Black Emperor Water Emperor used his magical power. The sea currents stirred by the storm turned into a boost to push him forward, and he came and went freely in the waves.

As he approached the black storm, the sea gradually became dangerous. The turbulent currents were like water jets, which could easily cut through large rocks. The sea water was mixed with traces of the power of the black storm.

The further you go, the greater the power becomes, and you can strangle ordinary monks. However, there are not no creatures here. When Luo Mo spreads out his spiritual thoughts, you can find that there are always one or two sea beasts every few dozen miles, using the power here to transform.

For example, in front of you, there is a lavender giant crab, which can be compared to an ordinary Taoist monk. From time to time, it rises from the sea, rises and falls in the waves, and fiercely fights the black storm.

There seemed to be countless wind knives hidden in the storm, chopping on its carapace with a clanking sound. The crab shell was full of marks. It shed its shell in this confrontation.

Finally, it succeeded. The new shell seemed not as good as the old shell. It was cut through by the storm in an instant, and blood stains spattered. It quickly dived into the sea, where the power of the storm would be weaker.

After a while, it absorbed enough vitality to recover, and its new shell became solid, like purple gold divine iron, with storm marks on it, and then quietly left.

Luo Mo looked at the purple giant crab peeling off its shell, and couldn't help but have a question in his mind:

This crab, is it delicious?

(Crab: Are you polite?)

He jumped out of the sea, and the black storm suddenly struck him like sharp blades, but a layer of five-colored light bounced them away.

This is already below the storm, but it's still at the edge, still hundreds of miles away from the core.

Disaster vitality!

Luo Mo grabbed a piece of storm, refined it, and obtained a ray of disaster energy.

This storm was indeed a black sun storm. Looking from afar, Luo Mo could vaguely see a black sun in the center of the storm, exuding an aura of destruction and spreading through the storm.

He continued to move forward. After twenty miles, the intensity of the storm increased. The sound of gold and iron clashing against the light curtain that struck his body was as if there were thousands of sharp knives outside.

If that giant crab just came over, it would be chopped into pieces.

Luo Mo continued to advance for dozens of miles, and the intensity of the storm suddenly increased. In the black storm, it seemed as if there was an army roaring and fighting, forming a battle formation and charging, hitting his protective light curtain.

The storm here is equivalent to countless four-pole monks taking action at the same time. If an ordinary four-pole monk comes here, being blown by a gust of black wind is like being rushed by a battle formation. Countless sharp weapons will dismember him and tear him into pieces, even the dregs.

None will stay.

If a monk from the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm comes here, he can only hold on for a while, because the energy of heaven and earth here is extremely chaotic and full of destructive aura, which cannot be used by ordinary people at all.

The storm here was so strong that Luo Modu had to prop up a Five Emperors canopy and run it at full strength before it stabilized.

After advancing for dozens of miles, the storm changed again, like a black tide. The wind was gathered from the sky, filled with the breath of disaster like a wind river falling from the sky. When you entered it, you were immediately washed away by the wind and tide. The black tide

Boundless and endless, the five emperors' canopies are constantly flickering and extinguishing, and the power of the five elements is flowing, and it can barely resist the erosion of the black tide.

“What a rich source of vitality.”

He caught a piece of black storm, which was as thick as water, and refined it, making it more catastrophic than the surrounding storm.

"Just right for practice."

The bones of Luo Mo's body glowed slightly, and a piece of black energy surged out of the sea of ​​consciousness, full of disaster, and turned into three black lotuses and nine lotus leaves.

The Great Catastrophe Technique, which cultivates the Three Disasters and Nine Disasters, is not only powerful, but also has unpredictable mysteries of ghosts and gods. It contains the secret of the growth and decline of Qi, the birth and destruction of heaven and earth. Those who practice it will never have smooth sailing, but will always experience disasters.

But what if you could control disasters?

The canopy of the Great Five Elements Technique was removed, and the terrifying black storm instantly struck Luo Mo's body. The black storm tide washed over, penetrated into his pores and seven orifices, flowed through his skin, muscles, and major acupoints, washing away his bones and eroding his soul.

Three calamity black lotuses appeared at Luo Mo's feet, flowing with his steps, landing in front of each step, carrying him with the calamity black lotus.

Luo Mo moved forward step by step with difficulty, and the black storm surge washed over his body.

His physical body has naturally been tempered and cannot be easily injured, but this kind of storm contains the aura of destruction, not to mention the fact that he took the initiative to introduce it into his body, which washed away so that his bones were vibrating, and the divine lines as red as blood were vibrating.

Cracked, became dim, and seemed to be dying.

But at this moment, a small, white man appeared from between Luo Mo's eyebrows, fighting against the wind disaster in the black storm surge.

The little man of Shen Nian was not unscathed in this terrible black tide, and the wind and disaster were like tides, washing him away.

But the little man with spiritual thoughts immediately reshaped his body, dispersed and reshaped again and again, gradually adapted, and then began to absorb the disaster energy in the wind disaster.

As his spiritual thoughts emerged, Luo Mo moved forward step by step with difficulty. Every step he took was extremely time-consuming. After absorbing the energy of the disaster, the divine patterns imprinted on his bones gradually lit up and became more and more brilliant and flawless.

, like washing away the dust, reborn in disasters, resurrected in destruction, sword energy burst out and clanged.

The lotus treads the waves to cleanse the sword bones, Feng Xu rides the wind to shape the holy soul.

Luo Mo walked on the lotus, tempering his body in the black tide of wind and disaster, washing his sword bones, and reshaping his mind.
To be continued...