The body of the Demon Sect surged out from the sea far away from this island.

He sat down in a clump of reefs looming in the sea, with only half of his body exposed on the water.

A nearly roaring sound was constantly in his throat. As such a sound was made, the sea water around his body seemed to boil, and white foam and sticky things were constantly pouring out, just like the deep sea water under him, someone was constantly pouring out the stinky lees of wine.

The sea water continued to wash over him, and the surface of his body's skin slowly melted, revealing the terrifying scarlet muscles, and then a new skin was born, which continued over and over again.

A large number of sea fish were poisoned to death and floated on the sea surface.

After a while, the dead objects floating on the entire sea were colorful. From the sky, they looked like a huge ribbon floating on the sea.

The Demon Sect was deeply locked in his brows. He did not feel angry or disappointed, but just felt glad.

This poison completely exceeded his cognition, not only concealed his perception, but also began to melt his flesh and blood and meridians when it invaded his body.

If there was no blood box of destiny, if he was not a practitioner of the Holy Sect of Guangming and did not understand the blood exchange technique of Guangming, if his cultivation was not so high, if Wu Guzhi did not appear in the battle with the Empress Dowager of the Southern Dynasty, he would not have realized some new methods from Wu Guzhi's art... These are just one of them, and he would not be able to withstand such a poison today, and he would probably die directly at the hands of this unknown middle-aged couple.

It would be unimaginable if a person with cultivation like him died at the hands of a practitioner who was one of the greatest realm below him.

However, this pursuit itself was a bit gambling, and he had long felt that these so-called descendants of Emperor You had some unique means.

If he is unlucky, he is dead.

But he is still alive.

His luck is indeed not bad.

He felt that he was this true destiny man, and he could definitely overturn this chessboard and pull out the person who finally controlled this chessboard.

...

Outside the Bohai Bay, further away from land, there was a very strange boat floating in the sea area where all fishing boats in the Southern Dynasties and Northern Wei.

The ship looks very much like a lotus leaf. Not only is the bent side of the ship, but the cabin is not deep. It gives people the feeling that even a heavy rain can easily fill the cabin with water and then sink the ship.

The material of this ship is also very unique, neither gold nor wood, but it looks like a whole shell, but this ship is enough to accommodate more than ten people. Such a huge shell seems to be not recorded in history books.

The cabin is silver-white, but the hull outside is mottled, covered with algae and adsorbed with various shellfish, and the original color cannot be seen.

The strange boat had no sails or oars, and there was only a yellow umbrella cover in the middle of the hull. Under the umbrella cover was a thick piece of fish skin, and two people stood on the fish skin.

The ship was drifting with the flow at this time, and there were only these two people on the entire ship.

Among these two people, one is a young man in a blue shirt, dressed as a Taoist, while the other is a monk in a white robe.

The young man in a blue shirt said he was a young man because it was not just his face, his eyes, his posture of looking into the distance, all looked very young, and this kind of aura could not be pretended.

The monk in white robe had a jade-like face and looked very young, but his eyes were gentle, and his breath only gave people a feeling of being just a young appearance.

Even if you are not a practitioner, when you see this monk with a very young face, you will only think that he is a monk with a skill in keeping his face, and you will not think that his real age is very young.

"Even the breath of Ou Sheng and Hu Bue was broken... Song Yanbo's breath was broken, they should be dead... Yu Xianyin and Lan Gu's breath was broken, but it seemed that they were just taking the initiative."

The young man dressed in Taoist looked at the distance worriedly and said, "Plus, the previous Hebadu and others... Uncle San, should we go ashore and take a look?"

“There is a big change.”

The monk in a white robe shook his head and said, "The more you change, the more it means that your father's previous arrangement was right. The more you have to obey his arrangements. If you don't cultivate to the wonderful realm, you will not be able to get ashore. Moreover, if you don't cause trouble, you will find you... Although your escape speed is very fast, with your current cultivation level, it may not be the fastest on land, but in the sea, if you add me, no one can catch up with you."

The young Taoist in a blue shirt lowered his head. He obeyed the words of the white-robed monk and did not argue again. However, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

As those people die, the energy they can use becomes less and less... If all those people die, how can they not be able to practice to the wonderful realm? Then will he really be exiled to the sea for a lifetime?

Even if you can live, what's the point?

...

In the Southern Dynasties.

As the weather became colder, the surrounding lake water had already formed a thin layer of ice in the quiet courtyard where the Empress Dowager of the Southern Dynasty was autistic.

Looking at the born ice on the water surface and looking at it, your heart will become colder.

The Southern Emperor Xiao Yan stared at the ice on the water blankly, and he was just in a daze.

During these days, he didn't think about what he wanted to do.

Even those who are the lazy people in the streets of the Southern Chao must use their brains more than him.

Because those people always think that it is best to eat some alcohol and some good food.

But he really didn't think about anything, or he deliberately didn't think about things, or he forced himself to forget immediately.

Just then, he heard the sound of sweeping the floor.

He was imprisoned in this quiet courtyard in the lake, and his ministers could not ask for a look. Many days later, except for three meals a day, fewer and fewer ministers who wanted to meet had come.

As for cleaning this courtyard, it only takes three or four days to come.

On weekdays, people who clean the courtyards are all palace maids, and many of them are the palace maids who served him in the palace before.

But today is an old monk.

Xiao Yan looked at the old monk with a little dull look.

The old monk's robe has many patches on it.

This old monk was not even a practitioner, his hands and feet seemed clumsy, and his clothes were heavy, so even waving the broom seemed a little difficult.

Xiao Yan looked at the old monk for a long time before slowly remembering that he knew this old monk.

This old monk was once a great monk in Qixia Temple, but after he became the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, he despised the old monk for being stupid and a member of the previous dynasty, so he transferred the new monk over.

He didn't know how the old monk was arranged in the temple later and didn't care about it.

Just like the old dynasty changed, he would not care about many old officials from the previous dynasty who seemed useless to him.

But how could such an old monk sweep the floor here today?
Chapter completed!