I have a passive skill Chapter 1,739: A sudden burst of random arrows startled the sea to death, leaving no way to save the day and death without sleeves
Chapter 1,739: A sudden burst of random arrows startled the sea to death, leaving no way to save the day and death without sleeves
Chapter 1741 A sudden burst of random arrows frightens the sea to death, and there is no way to save the day.
Dead Sea, tenth level.
After walking out of the whirlpool of pure water, I felt drunk in the wind that I had come to the wrong place.
The pure water here no longer only glows with black light, but becomes pure black.
When people enter here, it is like stepping into the eternal night, and being in the flowing, cold night.
The dark and depressing environment has begun to make people feel frightened.
When I looked around and barely took in my surroundings, something even more surprising happened.
"Where's the cell?"
The black stone prisons that were lined up in the clear water on the first few floors seemed to be empty at this time.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of black water.
There are no obstacles at all, and it seems that there are no partitions. It seems that the prisoners here can be piled up and thrown together.
"On the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, there are no cells and they are all free-range?"
Feng Zhong was so drunk that even words like "free range" that might offend people popped up.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a half-century-old man in prison uniform coming from a distance in the darkness.
He is very alert.
He saw the members of the Holy Mountain Refuge Group and stopped immediately.
Apparently he heard Feng Zhongzui's words, but he wasn't angry at all, with an expression that he couldn't afford to offend.
After all, a small group of so many people suddenly appeared on the tenth floor, each wearing gorgeous clothes. This was very strange.
Here, everyone has a strong sense of territory and will not easily cross the line.
That means I've crossed the line... The old man walked in a hurry and didn't dare to say a word, so he chose to stay away.
“It’s really free range!”
Feng Zhongzui was shocked when he saw this.
The prisoners here can really move around freely!
As long as you have energy, you can even go to fight with others?
Saint Slave Wuxiu was imprisoned here before. Although he did not practice ancient martial arts, his physical body was good and he could also use Wuxiu·Red Scorched Hands.
Then here at that time, wouldn't he be able to dominate?
"Um?"
Suddenly his scalp trembled, and Drunken in the Wind noticed something. He turned his head and looked into the distance, and said in surprise:
"Sword Intent?"
At this moment, the Dead Sea, with the blessing of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict, has banned everything that can be used.
This point is felt most deeply by the prisoners at the Dead Sea.
Along the way, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group didn't see anyone causing trouble, not even anyone yelling.
Obviously, everyone knows that once the restriction is deepened, something big is going to happen, and they are even more afraid that they will be picked out and be the first to have surgery.
It's forbidden but forbidden. No one has cleaned up the traces of battles left by the Dead Sea in the past, especially on the tenth floor.
Feng Zhongzui glanced back for instructions, then followed the ferocious sword intent that he had just noticed, and walked forward, explaining as he walked:
"Strong sword intent!"
"Perhaps everyone in front of the preaching mirror has no idea what I'm feeling right now, but should I say it..."
He is very excited.
Everyone in the Holy Mountain Refuge Group followed him.
Judging from the tone of voice, Feng Zhongzui is always in a state of excitement.
Without waiting for anyone to answer, and not having to wait for anyone to answer, in fact, there was no question about whether he should or shouldn't. Feng Zhongzui thought of it and said:
"Moonless Sword Immortal!"
"Such a powerful Mo Jianshu's sword intent can still be radiated under the Dead Sea. There are not many in the world."
"As we all know, Wuyue Sword Immortal had his arm broken off and was thrown into the Dead Sea because of some meritorious deeds. He was originally locked up on the tenth floor?"
As soon as these words came out, the spectators from the five regions burst out laughing.
None of the people who belonged to the Holy Temple could smile, and their expressions were extremely gloomy.
So embarrassing!
This was really unkindly done.
At that time, even the people in the Holy Temple couldn't see it, but no one dared to say that the higher-ups had made such a decision.
It's fine now.
Now the Taoist Palace Master is no longer here.
The master of Xuanji Palace also gave himself a trick.
The Great Emperor of the People came to power, and the ten-member council became a decoration. Those who were put on display were put on display, those who surrendered to the enemy, and those who fished for fish...
There were some words that no one dared to say at that time.
Now that the wind is holding the preaching mirror drunkenly, I really can't hold back my anger, I just want to say this more for Wuyue Sword Immortal.
Even if the incident happened, it would be reasonable to say that he was controlled by Master Shou.
The main thing is that Mr. Shou doesn’t care about this...
Shouye is the only confidence that makes people dare to speak out!
"arrive."
The sword intent of Mo Jianshu is most concentrated in a deep water area where it is difficult to see any light, and the same is true for his insights.
Feng Zhongzui brought everyone here. In fact, he no longer wanted to talk. He even wanted to sit cross-legged and start to realize the truth.
But he didn't dare.
He is just an outside commentator, and he does not dare to delay the official business.
I admire Wuyue Sword Immortal, and Master Shou followed me, but he was definitely not here to observe the Wuyue Sword Immortal's sword power.
What else do you need, Master Shou?
The breakthrough on the sixth level of the Dead Sea can be seen even if the wind is drunk, no matter how blind it is.
Even among the Seven Swordsmen of the previous generation, about half of them were left behind by Master Shou!
"We can see that this is obviously the deepest area of the tenth layer of the Dead Sea."
"It seems that Wuyue Sword Immortal is also a tyrant in this place."
"After all, although the Dead Sea prohibits magic, it seems that ancient swordsmanship was difficult to resist in the past. And judging from the insights here..."
Feng Zhongzui couldn't tell whether his opinion was accurate, so he could only look at Master Shou and offer some advice:
"Wuyue Sword Immortal seems to be still using the power of the Dead Sea to sharpen his Mo sword skills? Wu Yu is a sword indiscriminately?"
Xu Xiaoshou did not answer the call.
He just looked around silently.
In fact, not only the traces of Mo's swordsmanship are deep, but the traces of embers left by the sleeveless and red-scorched hands are also the deepest here.
Mr. Sang has been here...
They had fought...
A drunken voice sounded in the wind at the right time:
"As we all know, the battle in the Eighth Palace of the Eastern Territory between Wuyue Sword Immortal and Saint Slave Wu Xiu was their second fight after more than thirty years."
"Shortly after that, they were imprisoned on the tenth floor of the Dead Sea at the same time. I don't know if there are any more stories?"
While saying this, the missionary mirror looked at Mr. Shou.
Everyone in the five realms also stared at Master Shou with their eyes fixed on him. Everyone knew that Master Shou came to the tenth floor to find his master.
Sword Immortal Gou Wuyue is the second best.
Let Feng Zhongzui lead everyone all the way to explain here, indicating that before entering the Ranming ruins, there is a high probability that Saint Slave Wu Xiu is nearby!
Xu Xiaoshou didn't say much. He waved his fingers slightly and said indifferently:
"Stand back."
…
Buzz!
The clear water ripples pushed forward crazily on both sides.
The scene of the Dead Sea became blurry for a moment, and the handsome face of Mr. Meng in the mirror quickly turned into a black dot.
"As for running so far?"
People in the five regions raised their heads nervously, complaining as they watched.
But when I think of the terrifying scene of Bei Jianxian being shot all over his body and his tongue covered in blood, Feng Zhongzui and his gang's rapid retreat becomes excusable.
Fortunately, the preaching mirror can be retreated, and the image in the mirror can be manipulated to enlarge.
Soon, they were separated by an unknown distance, and after taking in the gloomy atmosphere of the tenth floor of the Dead Sea, the people of the five regions were able to focus back on Master Shou's black clothes through the push and pull of the camera.
"Sang Lao..."
After the distant view, the close focus and Master Shou's murmur seemed a bit more desolate.
No!
Not an illusion!
Mr. Shou's face was indeed full of sadness.
His hand touched the clothes on his chest and found a broken willow branch somewhere.
Then, he gently bent down and placed the willow branch into the black pure water in front of him, as if he was paying homage to the deceased.
"Buzz!"
Master Shou pinched a seal, which was supposed to be a magic spell.
There were slight ripples all around.
"hiss……"
This is so weird!
For no reason, everyone gasped and their scalps exploded slightly.
But at the same time, curiosity has also been piqued.
In such a big battle, what do Saint Slave Wu Xiu and Shou Ye want to do?
Even the people who love the people in the Southern Territory stared at him, and they couldn't think of what Xu Xiaoshou wanted to do.
Sleeveless returns…
Isn’t it enough to kill yourself in the ruins of God?
Could it be possible that they still want to take advantage of this return to do something?
Just now!
No warning!
In the mirror, Mr. Shou's eyes widened with sadness, and his tears flowed into the pure water. After the seal was formed, he slapped the willow branch fiercely, and at the same time shouted loudly:
"Resurrection, my old Sang!"
…
Wuyu seemed to have pressed the pause button, and all the people in the world who were eagerly waiting for the passion suddenly froze.
Some people clenched their fists, and some people widened their eyes.
But it’s puzzling!
No one really knows what kind of plot Master Shou is planning. The Holy Slave has returned without sleeves, and he still needs to perform a wave of this kind of... ceremony?
"This is too..."
Feng Zhongzui could hardly hold the preaching mirror. Those who didn't know it thought that Master Shou had proclaimed himself a god at the gate of hell.
But every time Shouye's outrageous actions seem to have a hidden meaning?
Before they could comment further, everyone saw that after the willow branch was broken, the clean water near the so-called location was bubbling and finally boiling!
"Burned!"
"It's really on fire!"
Drunk shouted in the wind in disbelief.
What is going on, the Dead Sea Forbidden Law!
Even if Master Shou really recovers... Bah, after summoning his master Wu Xiu, how could such a vision appear?
Is it possible that the Holy Slave Wu Xiu achieved enlightenment in the ruins of God and has evolved to such a terrifying height that even the forbidden magic barrier of the Dead Sea cannot suppress it?
"He, he has surpassed the ten thrones?"
People are in the Dead Sea, surrounded by pure water, and their blood is boiling with drunkenness in the wind!
But in front of Mr. Shou, who was filled with tears, he soon lived up to expectations, and a haggard figure appeared.
He was half-bent, with a straw hat pressed on his face with one hand, and his appearance could not be clearly seen.
His figure gradually became more solid, and he was wearing the white prison uniform that is most common in the Dead Sea.
But the aura of the lonely saint slave superior could not be suppressed at all. While it spread out very arrogantly from the inside out, its tenderness could not be concealed:
"Good disciple, I am worthy of my teachings to you when I was in the spiritual palace..."
…
"It's him!"
"That's him!"
The drunken roar in the wind rolled in his throat.
This wave of rising but suppressed roars did a good job of arousing the emotions of all the spectators in the five regions.
Following his words, the image of the preaching mirror focused on the strange features on the old man's prison uniform.
Very different from the prisoners we just met along the way!
The man who appeared in front of Master Shou was wearing a prison uniform without sleeves!
The exposed arms were as burnt as black coal, with no bones visible under the cracked skin, as if red-hot magma was flowing.
The pure water of the Gugu Split Bubble broke and condensed around him, reflecting the disillusionment and reality of his existence.
"sleeveless!"
Feng Zhongzui did not continue to suppress him.
After the initial low cry, he completely opened himself up, danced and explained passionately:
"The fourth son of the Holy Palace burns the harp and cooks the crane. The Holy Slave has no sleeves and is honored by my master!"
"No matter which one of these four titles is chosen individually, it has the possibility of being famous throughout the ages - whether it is to be famous for centuries or to be infamous for thousands of years."
"But when they are put together, each paragraph is just a part of a person's life!"
"How powerful? How weird? How unbelievable? How is this person's existence..."
In order to present this paragraph, Feng Zhongzui didn’t know how long he had been thinking about the words in advance.
But his passionate speech was just the beginning.
The pure water above the Dead Sea disappeared like crazy, and was suddenly swallowed up by a crack that opened at an unknown time.
Next breath...
"Boom!!!"
…
"..."
The world suddenly became silent.
The heavy sound of banging strings that was drunk in the wind and exploded in the ears of everyone in the five regions almost shattered everyone's hearing.
It is inherited from a month ago and continues the memory of horror.
After everyone was stunned, they suddenly recalled.
The Emperor of Cangsheng has waited for Master Shou for so long, not waiting for him to become a joke.
Whether it's moving to the southern region, making a tree to surrender to the enemy, talking about loving a dog... or anything else, this is all foreplay.
When the Holy Slave returns without sleeves, it will indeed be the time when war is raging!
And once the fighter plane arrives, who will wait any longer?
Fools will wait, but the great emperor will not wait!
"Evil Sin Bow!"
"The Great Emperor of Cangsheng has fired his bow!"
The first arrow that started the battle came so unexpectedly.
It appeared on the tenth level of the Dead Sea without any warning. It must have been planned for a long time.
Master Shou looked back in shock.
He subconsciously stepped on three secret formations under his feet.
But compared to the Great Emperor, who had been waiting for months, his combat response was much slower.
When the Holy Slave appeared sleeveless.
At the moment when Master Shou looked back.
The arrow of the sinful bow has appeared and disappeared...
"Dang Shen Arrow!"
In the Southern Territory, Zhong Yuanzi also kept a safe distance, with a look of shock on his face.
After waiting for a month, his heart was deader than the Dead Sea and purer than pure water.
I never thought that when the opportunity came, I would be able to cut through the mess so quickly. He is truly a born fighter!
but……
Zhong Yuanzi frowned.
"How do you feel? What's weird?"
…
quick!
Too fast!
It’s so fast that people can’t adapt!
Whether it's Master Shou's sudden passion and Sang Lao's resurrection; or the Emperor suddenly firing his arrows into the dead sea.
When the Dang Shen Arrow fell, the tenth level of the Dead Sea unleashed a wave of force, destroying all existences on the battlefield, whether it was the Dead Sea prisoners, the semi-saint refuge group, the mirror-resistant Feng Zhongzui, or even Shou Ye, and Shou Ye
Mr. Sang, who just showed up before me...
"Buzz!"
Everyone felt their heads trembling.
Their thoughts were interrupted for a moment under this arrow, and when everyone came back to their senses.
"...Boom boom boom boom!"
The overwhelming sound of heavy arrows collapsing strings started from unknown time and has resounded throughout the tenth level of the Dead Sea for a long time.
"This is!"
Drunk in the wind, he clutched the preaching mirror, his eyes filled with horror.
Just for a moment, he lost consciousness and realized that the square inch of space where Master Shou was was nailed by nine arrows, and then pushed out by another arrow, directly nailed into the distance.
Master Shou's eyes cracked with anger, and he clearly stepped on the space secret formation diagram under his feet.
But the Emperor of Cangsheng didn’t know what kind of arrow he shot, and he didn’t know what force the Dead Sea exerted. Master Shou couldn’t escape at all!
This wave of arrows from the Southern Territory to the Dead Sea was not aimed at Mr. Shou at its root, but...
"sleeveless!"
Feng Zhongzui understood, "The only people the Emperor of Cangsheng wants to kill from the beginning to the end are the Holy Slaves without sleeves, because Master Shou cannot kill him!"
Arrows rained down.
Not half of it is lost.
The fleeting shadows of arrows either destroyed the body, extinguished the soul, or killed the thoughts. Each one passed through the sleeveless body, soul, and mind of the holy slave who had just appeared.
"No!!!"
The shrill roar echoed across the Dead Sea.
For the first time, the people of the Five Realms did not hear this voice from Shou Ye’s enemies, but witnessed and heard Shou Ye’s own collapse.
His eyes were red.
He was pinned in a corner of the Dead Sea.
He could only watch helplessly as his beloved master was penetrated and penetrated by countless evil arrows, and he was unable to recover.