Chapter 185 Someone is boarding the ship at Laolong Port

Dongzhou and Beicangzhou meet and go south, millions of miles apart.

Under the white clouds, there is a vast ocean called the Southwest Dragon Sea.

According to legend, there is a Dragon Palace deep in the Dragon Sea in the southwest, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

And at the end of this vast sea is where the monks from all over the world gather.

Middle Earth Divine Continent.

There are clouds and mist in the sky at this moment.

But it still couldn't block the many monks flying everywhere.

Occasionally, huge cross-continental ferries will pass by, and their size covers the sky and the sun, which is very spectacular.

Above the ferry port on the ground, there are densely packed buildings, which is very impressive.

At the very edge of the city port is a port, similar to the Yuncang Port of the Dali Dynasty in Dongzhou, where cross-continent ferries gather together.

It's just that the scale of this place is hundreds of times larger than that of Yuncang Port.

There are also differences in the levels of cross-continental ferries.

Rows of sword cultivators filed in, black flags and mist drifted down, and Fairy Piao Piao could be seen flying on a crane.

After entering this port, you need to control your momentum.

There are densely packed monks all around, and it can be seen from the various techniques and clothing sects that almost all of them have a good background.

But even so, in the largest cross-continental ferry place in China, Laolong Port.

They also act in a low-key manner.

In the distance, there was a burly man wearing straw sandals, walking carelessly in the city.

He is tall and has a full beard. If the clothes hadn't dampened his temperament, his face would have been quite fierce and domineering.

It's rough, but there's nothing vulgar about it.

His temperament doesn't look like that of a mountain man.

Arriving at the cross-continental ferry port, the man raised his eyes and looked at the huge cross-continental ferries hovering in the air.

Usually, there are two types of ferries across several continents.

One is the Kunyu Whale, which is said to be born from the ancient Kunpeng and Whale Taoist. It is an extremely large auspicious monster that likes to fly and is huge in size.

After being conquered by the monks, it can be used for flying.

It's just that the number of these big monsters is extremely limited, and they fly fast. They are a particularly expensive flying monster, and most of them can only be raised by relatively powerful sects.

But being expensive also has its advantages, because the revenue generated by the major sects every year by relying on the Kunyu Whale Ferry is also very huge.

You know, the money you need to pay to cross a continent is very expensive.

If you are close to crossing two continents, you need 20 incense coins as a starting point. If you are millions of miles away and two to three continents away, you will need at least 50 incense coins as a starting point.

If you take the route to Longhai in the southwest, who knows if it will be peaceful, so the toll will be higher. If a Shangwu Realm overhaul is at the helm of the ferry, he will charge one gold coin as the toll.

Therefore, do not travel far away easily, as you may become bankrupt and unable to come back.

Of course, this is the price of Kunyu Whale.

If you take an ordinary cross-continental ferry, it may be relatively cheaper.

After all, this is a ferry made by the monks. Compared with the big demon, it is inferior. It is made by the flying formation and the original soaring method of each major sect.

The advantage of this type of cross-continental ferry is that it is cheap.

But there are also disadvantages, such as the large number of human bodies, the different levels of monks, and the three religions and nine streams.

Moreover, the comfort level is not high, the flight speed is slow, and most of the time, it is necessary to stop and change ferries.

Every time you pass through a place, you need to replenish your vitality, stabilize the flying formation, and replace the talismans inside that are about to be scrapped, etc.

There are good and bad safety factors.

However, most ordinary monks will choose this type of cross-continental ferry.

…

The tall and mighty man walked directly to the ordinary sect ferry without thinking, took out a jade slip from his arms, and handed it to the person in front of him.

This is a relatively luxuriously built ferry. Although it is not as fast as the Kunyu Whale, the internal environment is definitely first-class.

Most of them are only the children of super aristocratic families or the core children of top sects.

Many people sneered at him when they saw that he wanted to board the ship.

What monks pay attention to is being free and unrestrained. Even if the realm is not good, the head should be about the same.

After seeing this man's miserable appearance, many people felt that he might be looking in the wrong place.

After all, if he was dressed like this, he was either a casual cultivator or he came from a small sect.

only,

When the monk who checked the ferry tickets took the jade slip and looked at it, his eyes were completely shocked.

I saw him respectfully return the jade slip, and then personally took the man onto the cross-continental ferry, and took him directly to the superior room of Tianzi No. 1.

The man looked up and finally shook his head and said, "If I don't live up there, I'll just live down there."

The man was a little embarrassed, and he said nervously: "Sir, this is what our clan leader has already ordered. If we see you coming, we will arrange it in the emperor's room. If you don't go, it will be easy."

The man frowned, and then sighed: "Tell your sect leader later that I have thanked you first. If I come back one day, I will go and thank you in person."

When the monk heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat. He arranged for you to go to bed, but he didn't ask you to come back and say thank you. As long as you don't come, you will be thanked.

While thinking, the monk respectfully led the man into the room.

At this moment, everyone around was whispering to each other, looking very strange.

A group of monks in gorgeous clothes formed a small circle. Among them, there was a handsome man with fine features who seemed to know his identity. He stroked the long sword on his waist and said slowly: "We are leaving Tianzi Room No. 1.

Stay away, and try not to get too close before disembarking."

After saying this, the people around him were stunned.

Some people couldn't help but laugh and said: "In your Tianjian Sect, do you have people who are afraid?"

The man with the long sword shook his head: "Why can't there be people in the Tianjian Sect who are afraid? Of course, if there is a real competition, none of us will be afraid. Even if it is Lingjian Mountain, we will still fight, except for the one above."

"Um?"

"What do you mean?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

"Anyway, I've already said it. Believe it or not, if you really become the soul of that butcher's subordinate, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Someone's eyes narrowed slightly: "What? The butcher? Could he be the one from the Literary Academy?"

The man with the long sword nodded: "Who else can be called a butcher? The Literary Academy is building the 72nd academy again. It is probably a place specifically for the person above to stay away from the Middle Earth Divine Continent.

Son, don’t make any more trouble."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

I guess so.

Who would have thought that a scholar would end up relying on his fists to make a living.

The key is that his body is more pure than a pure martial artist.

It's really incredible.

…

…

Dongzhou, Dali Dynasty, Songhe County.

At this time, the county town was almost closed and shrouded in black fog. It was gloomy inside, with wailing everywhere and a strong smell of blood.

Even the birds in the sky couldn't get close. If they flew a little closer, they would fall and die.

Every house is filled with black air and ghosts are everywhere.

And in the city lord's mansion.

Situ Feng had just returned from his fugue and woke up, with angry eyes and murderous look on his face.

Seeing his son killed with his own eyes may be the shame of his life.

He looked at an old man beside him and asked, "When will the disciples from the sect arrive?"

The old man looked at the sky and then said: "If nothing else happens, it should take another two days."

Situ Feng nodded slowly, then looked in another direction.

"Tell all the disciples in Minghe to work hard to refine ghosts. The more the better! This time we must defeat Fengjiang City and avenge my son. We have no choice. Before Dali can be punished, we must take down Fengjiang. This is

This is a bargaining chip for us to claim credit with Nanjing."

The old man nodded: "The sect leader said yes, and a message just came from Fengjiang City."

"Here's news? Aren't everyone dead? Where are our people left?"

"Sun Dongshu is still alive."

Situ Feng's eyes were stunned: "He?"
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