Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters the number of nineteen
"How can ghosts have any meat?" Jiucai'er Ai Ai said eagerly.
Cong Fu snorted dissatisfiedly, but actually he was in a state of confusion. If Li Luo hadn't been here, he would have backed down long ago. However, seeing that Li Luo's expression did not change, he immediately forced himself to calm down and said: "Shut up and stand there.
Behind me."
Jiucai'er quickly shrank her entire body behind Congfu and hid her body, her delicate body trembling.
Cong Fu looked embarrassed and was about to explain to Li Luo when suddenly Jiu Cai'er behind him screamed pitifully. Cong Fu was furious and shouted: "What are you shouting? Aren't you enough to hinder me?"
After saying that, he turned around to scold Jiucai'er, only to see Jiucai'er's beautiful face turned pale, her delicate body shaking like chaff, her face as white as a piece of paper, her lips kept trembling, and she said intermittently: "Yes, there is something here.
Behind me!"
"What!?" Cong Fu's face changed, he pulled Jiu Cai'er back, and slashed the long knife in his hand through the air, but it only cut a gap in the fog outside the ship's side, and in the blink of an eye it was shrouded in fog again, and he entered
As far as the eye could see, there was no one.
"There's nothing." Cong Fu said with a suspicious frown.
"Someone really tapped me on the shoulder." Jiucai'er almost cried, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Congfu aggrievedly.
Cong Fu was about to scold Jiu Cai'er, but when he saw Jiu Cai'er's pitiful appearance, he felt helpless and said angrily: "You said you had to come..."
Jiucai'er sobbed softly, and Congfu looked at the people around him awkwardly, scratched his head, and sighed softly.
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Su and Wan Ce asked in a deep voice.
"What time is it?"
Su and Wan Ce looked up at the sky, but there was mist in the sky, covering the sun, and they couldn't see anything. They said softly: "Maybe it's time to tell the time."
Su and Wan Ce were not sure. In such a situation, their measurement of time was no longer accurate. Maybe it was just after noon, or maybe it was later than Shen Shi.
Li Luo's eyes tightened slightly. If the fog still persists after noon, and there is a lot of moisture on the sea, the longer the delay, the fog in front of him will probably become deeper and deeper. Unless there is a strong wind, the fog can be blown away.
"Do you think this fog is a trick used by the Ghost Ship Master?" Mo Zhengyan suddenly asked.
"If he has such powerful means to soar the clouds and fog, then we don't have to go through all the trouble. We can only do whatever he wants to do to us." Su and Wan Ce responded calmly, as calm as before, without any confusion.
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I don't know if it's because the fog has subsided, but the black shadow on the ship's board has become clearer, and it seems to be a few steps closer to Li Luo and the others on the side of the ship.
Li Luo let out a breath, pulled out the Minghong Sword in Guanzhong, and penetrated the blade with force. The red light reappeared, but the Minghong Sword that had been tried and tested in the past had no deterrent effect on the black shadows in the mist on the ship, and this Minghong Sword
Hongdao didn't seem to be interested. After the red light suddenly appeared, he yawned and fell into a leisurely sleep.
Li's eyes were as cold as lightning, he took a deep breath, and at the moment when he stabbed the awakening platform with the energy of Minghong Dao, his body was like lightning, and he shot out of the air.
With the Minghong Sword in front of him, Li's feet did not touch the ground and stabbed steadily into a black shadow.
The black shadow was cut off by Ming Hong's sword. Li Luo was not happy, but was a little surprised. With a cry of surprise, the figure in mid-air did not stop and landed on the other side of the ship.
A group of eight people were scattered on both sides of the ship. Li Luo's figure was no longer clearly visible from the crowd. If it weren't for the faint red light emitted by Minghong's sword, Li Luo would have been missing.
Cong Fu called anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Come back quickly!"
Li Luo didn't respond, but just waved the Minghong Dao in his hand to signal that everyone was fine. After a long time, he saw a phantom drawn out by the red light on the opposite side of the ship, together with a shadow that was the same as the black shadow on the deck.
, fell far away on the mast.
The red light stopped for a long time, then turned over and landed back on the side of the ship.
"My lord, is there anything fishy?"
"Look from here, how many are these black shadows?"
"Thirty-six."
"Thirty-six? That's not right. Why did I see there were forty-nine?" Mo Zhengyan said in surprise.
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the other people changed. Li Luo looked at Su and Wan Ce with a wry smile, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wan Ce, try taking a few more steps to the side."
Su and Wan Ce knew something was wrong, so they quickly and cautiously took three steps to the side, took a closer look, took a breath of cold air, and shouted in a low voice: "There are at least fifty or sixty of them, how could this happen?"
"I saw seventy-two black shadows on the other side of the ship. Just when I passed through the middle of the ship, the position of the black shadow I saw was completely different from the position of the black shadow I saw in my memory. And just now
That sword, in your opinion, has cut the black shadow?"
Several people nodded and looked from the side of the ship. The long knife in Li Luohe's hand indeed pierced a black shadow on the deck before falling to the other side of the ship. Unexpectedly, Li Luo smiled bitterly and replied: "
This knife also fell into the air."
"No wonder the prince screamed in surprise, so these black shadows are all phantoms." Su and Wan Ce said solemnly.
"When I stood on the mast just now, from top to bottom, there were only nineteen black figures on the deck. It seemed that these black figures were constantly deducing something, and they were changing in an unpredictable way, but I couldn't find it.
Come in."
"Nineteen?" Miss Gusu asked in shock.
"What did Miss Gusu think of?" Li Luo's heart moved and he asked in a deep voice.
Miss Gusu looked at Li Luo and suppressed her violent heartbeat.
He whispered: "Nineteen is a dead number in martial arts and has no change. The number nineteen in the world's records cannot deduce other formation changes, and there is no way to be accommodated by the formation.
If the number of deaths is smaller, even if it is useless, it can still be integrated into the large formation. It cannot be attacked or defended, but at least it can be used to confuse the enemy's eyes and ears.
It's just that the number nineteen is different. If you want to forcibly combine it, you have to create a large formation of hundreds or thousands. In fact, such an formation can no longer be counted as an formation, and the number nineteen is useless in such a formation.
Dispensable.
"However," Miss Gusu paused for a moment before continuing slowly, "there is another saying in the art world. If you have the ability to hide your art achievements from the sky and recreate them, you can turn decay into magic and be reborn after death.
, not only can it be changed, but there are inexhaustible magical variables in it.
This kind of formation has fallen out of the scope of the remaining arts, and even if it is not a method of the immortal family, it can be regarded as the ability to communicate with the gods."
"Nineteen is one of them?"
"Yes, the number nineteen is a dividing line. There has always been a legend among masters who are good at arithmetic. If someone can crack the mystery of the number nineteen, then this person has the power to reach heaven and earth and should not be counted among mortals.