The Frost Dragon Emperor opened his huge mouth, and an extremely low temperature cold wave brewed in his abdomen, then spewed out and flew towards the Dragon Soaring.
This cold wave is colder and faster than the previous ones.
Even the space passed along the way was distorted by the extreme low temperature.
Once this cold wave envelopes the warships, the warships' engines will be frozen in just a moment, and these thirteen warships coming from the South China Sea will never be able to leave this sea area.
Facing this terrifying cold wave.
The long-browed immortal's rickety body suddenly straightened up.
The old man took a step forward and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in mid-air.
The 60,000-ton Longteng also tilted back tens of meters due to the huge reaction force and almost capsized.
The immortal with long eyebrows faced the majestic frost, his long eyebrows flying.
The old man roared loudly and pushed the dragon crutch in his hand forward.
A dragon roar rang out from the Panlong crutch.
The phantom of the giant dragon appeared, wrapped around the old man, and crashed into the majestic frost.
boom!
The explosion sounded like thunder.
The air waves turned into strong winds, blowing away the dark clouds and setting off huge waves tens of meters high on the sea surface.
Thirteen warships, like small boats about to capsize at any time, were swaying in the huge waves.
The next moment.
A figure flew down from mid-air and hit the sea heavily.
An old man who has taught at Kyoto University for most of his life, a fourth-level immortal at the end of his life, was unable to block the Frost Dragon Emperor's attack.
In the Dragon Boat, a figure came out with a sword, escaped into the sea, and rescued the long-browed immortal who looked like a rag doll.
Jiang Hongzhuo didn't care whether the Long-Eyebrow Immortal was alive or dead, and immediately ordered all warships to leave.
However, it's already too late.
Frost swept across the sea and swept towards the thirteen warships.
In a short time, the thirteen warships were covered with ice picks, and their engines stalled one by one.
In just a few seconds, the entire Bohai Bay turned into an ice field.
The roar of the monster beast sounded again.
A black tide of beasts surged across the ice.
Thirteen warships were swallowed up in an instant.
Zhiyuan ship, the iron door of the rapid-fire gun control room was suddenly penetrated by sharp claws, and then the entire iron door was torn open.
The cold wind blows in.
A lizard demon blocked the door, looking at the people in the cabin with a ferocious smile.
Because of the cold, several sailors huddled together, shivering and unable to move.
Wang Hongbo's eyebrows were covered with frost. He stared at the upright lizard demon and raised the high-explosive bomb in his hand.
"Go, go to hell..."
Wang Hongbo tremblingly stretched out his other hand to pull the fuse ring of the high-explosive bomb, but his hand was frozen and his fingers could not bend at all.
"Stupid humans."
The lizard monster smiled ferociously, its huge body squeezed into the control cabin, and its sharp claws were about to grab Wang Hongbo's head.
But at this moment, an even colder breath blew from outside the cabin.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Hongbo, who was ready to face death, suddenly shrank his pupils.
An ancient warrior appeared behind the lizard demon without any warning.
The iron knife covered with ghost patterns fell.
Before the lizard demon could react, its head had already fallen to the ground.
The ancient soldier turned his head and glanced at the people in the cabin.
He seemed unaffected by the frost.
The wet long hair is not frozen.
Underneath the long hair was a terrifying face, as pale as paper soaked in water and full of wrinkles.
This is a grimace.
There was a faint ghost fire in his eyes.
Just one glance made Wang Hongbo feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
This coldness does not come from the body, but from the soul.
In front of this grim-faced soldier, his soul trembled.
The grim-faced warrior seemed to have been soaking in the sea for thousands of years, with seaweed still hanging on his body, exuding the stench of mud, sea fish and rotting corpses.
This terrifying grimace-faced soldier just stared blankly at the people in the cabin.
Wang Hongbo's hair stood on end.
But at this moment, the ghost-faced warrior suddenly stretched out his swollen, white, and rotten hands, pointed at Wang Hongbo, and spoke, his voice was like a cold wind blowing through the tomb, hoarse and cold: "You guys."
He took back his hand again and pointed at himself, "Me."
Wang Hongbo didn't know why.
The ghost-faced warrior suddenly grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, "Chinese blood."
He originally wanted to put on a smile that was as kind as possible, but because his face had been soaked in sea water for thousands of years, the smile looked scary.
Wang Hongbo was stunned.
The other trembling sailors were also stunned.
"You, me, the blood of China."
Wang Hongbo felt like a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
A few months ago, Zhao Jing's ocean-going scientific research vessel Xiangyang recruited him to search for the Yashan ruins.
It was only later that he learned from the captain that it was the atavist named Li who wanted to awaken the souls of the 200,000 soldiers and civilians of the Southern Song Dynasty who were buried in the waters of Yashan.
now.
Wang Hongbo looked carefully.
Finally, I noticed that the armor on the ghost-faced armor was clearly the Song Dynasty standard infantry armor painted in Zhao Jing's album.
The iron sword in his hand has a sharp blade, a wide slant at the back, a long handle, and a hilt at the end of the handle. It is exactly the bent sword recorded in Song Dynasty's "Wu Jing Zong Yao".
now.
Looking at the terrifying smile of the ghost-faced soldier, Wang Hongbo felt warm in his heart and felt a sense of intimacy.
Chinese bloodline...
The ancestral spirit of the Southern Song Dynasty and the modern Wang Hongbo both came from the South China Sea, crossed vast tracts of waves, and met at Bohai Bay after thousands of years.
Time seems to be intertwined together.
Wang Hongbo also laughed, "I'll follow you and fight together."
He struggled to step forward.
But he was hit on the shoulder by the grim-faced soldier, "Stay alive."
After saying this, the grim-faced soldier turned around and looked forward.
The will-o'-the-wisp in the dark eyes seemed to be brighter.
"What are you looking at?"
Wang Hongbo looked in the direction where the grim-faced soldier was staring.
He looked past the dense tide of beasts and towards the coastline.
On the other side of the coastline is the vast land of Kyushu.
"native land."
The ghost-faced warrior's eyes flashed with ghost fire, and he suddenly tightened the knife in his hand, opened his mouth, roared silently, and rushed out.
Another soldier rushed over, then a third, a fourth...
Hundreds, thousands, thousands of soldiers began to charge.
They stepped on the ice and rushed toward the beast tide in mighty force.
Wang Hongbo realized something and walked out of the control cabin. The sight in front of him suddenly shocked him.
Upon entering the scene, all the bloodthirsty and violent monsters fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
Countless ghosts of Southern Song soldiers rushed forward.
A huge ancient building ship slowly passed in front of the Zhiyuan ship.
On the top of the building boat, there is a large flag with a huge Chinese character "Song" written on it.
And further away, there are ancient sea ships, densely packed.
Among these sea ships, countless ancient warriors surrounded by Yin Qi jumped out, gathered into military formations, and rushed towards the beast tide.
Two words flashed in Wang Hongbo's mind: Yin soldiers.
There was no cry of killing, no sound of metal and stone clashing between swords.
Some are just the wails of monsters.
To kill, to kill.
Anyone who dares to stop them from returning to their homeland will be slaughtered.
And at this time.
On the largest building ship.
The seven-year-old young master Zhao Bing is wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a small dragon chair.
Prime Minister Lu Xiufu, dressed in a blue Confucian shirt, stepped forward and said loudly:
"According to the order of Emperor Yin, Immortal Changmei is summoned to go to Shanhaiguan to participate in the Conference of Conferring Gods!"
