Four days passed, Liang Xiaodao had already walked out of the deep sea and entered the Dead Sea.

There are few opportunities here. Those broken ships that were originally seen everywhere have never appeared again. Even under the sea, it took a long time to see a big fish from afar.

"I can only walk here!"

He sat cross-legged on the boat under him, looking around with some reluctance. It was already very difficult to get here with his strength. Even if the big fish was motionless, he would probably have to cut it with a knife to kill it for several days.

Unlike people who can be seen everywhere in the deep sea, the number of people on the Dead Sea becomes rare, and you often encounter someone after walking for a moment.

Moreover, they should be vigilant with each other, but fortunately, these people still have a bottom line in their hearts. They know that this is the place of the academy and they should not do things too much.

Therefore, although I met the monks of the Shangsan Pass who were malicious in Huangzhou or the demon clan several times, Liang Xiaodao, who was a disciple of the academy, did not take action after all.

Besides, they didn’t think that a monk with a cultivation level of only Chengyi in this Dead Sea could bring them any threats?

Indeed, the end of the monk Chengyi's journey to the deep sea.

Liang Xiaodao picked up a bargain and landed in the deep sea, so he was lucky enough to come to the Dead Sea to stroll around.

But I can only go shopping.

"I don't know what happened to Your Highness?"

Liang Xiaodao smacked his lips and murmured.

He was not worried, because Li Xiu was in the academy and that was the safest place in the world, so naturally he didn't need to worry.

He was just curious, curious about what happened outside, and Li Xiushe wanted to stay outside even if he couldn't get into the sea of ​​books.

A ship came towards him.

At first it was a small dot, but it couldn't be seen clearly at all, and then it got closer and closer, and the people on the boat became clearer and clearer.

This was an unexpected person, Liang Xiaodao's face was astonished, as if very surprised.

"Why are you here?"

He asked.

"He can come, so will I."

The one who came by the boat was a woman wearing a white dress, with a cold and arrogant expression, and a faint aloofness between her eyebrows and eyes.

It was Mo Qinghuan, the saint of Tingxue Tower.

After leaving Xiaonan Bridge that day, Li Xiu asked her to lead Tingxuelou to chase and kill Changlin people and kill all the little ones.

Now she actually appeared here, and she hadn't seen her when she challenged the world at the gate of the academy.

But these are not important. After all, the temptation of the sea of ​​books is there.

Liang Xiaodao spread his hands gently and said with some regret: "It's a pity that you came, but he didn't."

Mo Qinghuan frowned. It was obvious that Liang Xiaodao was not lying, so Li Xiu really didn't come?

This is very strange.

But now is not the time.

"Do you want to die?"

Mo Qinghuan looked at his face and asked.

He has a serious tone and a serious expression, and it seems that he is not joking.

Liang Xiaodao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that he was just teasing, there is no need to silence him, right?

So he simply shook his head: "I don't want to."

Mo Qinghuan said: "Since you don't want to, stay away from me."

After saying this, she stopped stopping and continued to move forward quickly.

This was a bit confusing. Liang Xiaodao scratched his head and was a little confused, so he wanted to ask clearly what was going on.

Then his eyes fell on Mo Qinghuan's back, and he was stunned in place, and a gloom appeared in his eyes.

I saw that the dress behind Mo Qinghuan had been dyed blood red with blood, and it was vaguely visible that his skin was filled with dense and tiny wounds.

Of course, it was not a wound bitten by a big fish, but a blown out by someone.

Liang Xiaodao suddenly turned his head and looked into the depths of the Dead Sea, looking in the direction where Mo Qinghuan was sailing. There were a lot of black spots suddenly appearing there, densely packed with hundreds of small boats.

Then one ship after another swiftly passed by him, and everyone's face was filled with fanaticism and murderous aura.

They all went for Mo Qinghuan.

These people were very fast, but he had seen several familiar faces, such as the Holy Sect Luofuyuan, Zhou Yuan, Miss Rui, Hua Yuyao, Shangqing Palace, and those from the demon clan.

What exactly happened?

Without time to think about it, Liang Xiaodao followed closely behind those people without hesitation.

Mo Qinghuan is the saint of Tingxue Tower and has a good relationship with Li Xiu, especially when he traveled thousands of miles to Sanshengzhai to seek medicine, which are all favors and friendship.

He can't sit still.

This kind of momentum is very huge, and more and more people join in, and some disciples from the academy follow in curiously.

Something must have happened.

As time goes by, Liang Xiaodao's heart is getting heavier and heavier.

"Why did you get involved?"

Just when he was extremely anxious, a somewhat surprised voice rang beside him, looking sideways

, I saw the speaker wearing a white dress and looking at him with curiosity.

But you can tell from the look of your dress that this is the senior brother of the academy.

Liang Xiaodao didn't see her and asked directly: "Senior Brother, do you know what happened? Why are everyone chasing Mo Qinghuan?"

The man glanced at him suspiciously: "You just run with me if you don't know anything?"

"You're burning with your eyebrows, so don't worry about me."

Liang Xiaodao's tone was full of anxiety.

The man glanced at him again and explained helplessly: "She took away the biggest opportunity in the sea of ​​books, which is said to be related to the battle of luck."

The biggest opportunity?

The arguments about the dispute over luck are no longer surprising, but most of them are illusory statements, and what he cares most about is the biggest opportunity.

"Senior brother, what is this great opportunity?"

He asked.

The man from the academy shook his head gently: "I don't know."

"But the opportunity was held in her hand. No one cared about what it was. As long as we know that it was the biggest opportunity in the book world, it was enough. Everyone wanted to get it. Mo Qinghuan didn't have the ability to eat it alone, but she didn't want to let go, so those people could only kill her and get the opportunity."

"What should people in the academy do?"

Liang Xiaodao asked.

Now he is alone in the sea of ​​books. If the people from the academy think so, Mo Qinghuan will be really dead.

The man smiled, his body straight, and he was a little proud: "The people in the academy will fight, but they will fight openly."

Liang Xiaodao sighed and looked straight ahead. There, Mo Qinghuan's boat had slowed down and gradually stopped. Hundreds of boats were surrounding her.

All of them are cultivators in the third level.

Luofuyuan stood in front, like a mountain.

"She can't die."

Liang Xiaodao said.

"No one can't die."

The senior brother from the academy said lightly.

"She is the saint of Tingxuelou?"

"So what?"

"She saved Li Xiu's life."

The senior brother of the academy was silent for a moment and sighed: "Then he really can't die."

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ps: Dizzy, dizzy, these two chapters cannot reach the level of satisfaction of you, ah! (Brain-stimulating the groundhog's scream)
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