Wang Hua looked at Chen Hao, who had turned into a black dot with a gloomy face, and held the jade bottle with five fingers tightly. The latter turned into pieces of powder with a "click" sound, and a strong fragrance of medicine filled the air in an instant.

"Do you have a drink? Humph, I want to see how you make me regret it!"

He took out a purple blank talisman with exquisite shape from his arms, and his fingers slashed and imprinted complex patterns. The talisman suddenly "swooshed" across the sky, causing a ripple on the giant formation covered by the entire fairy mountain. He paused slightly, and then disappeared into the sky.

Wanqi Island, East China Sea.

The island covers an area of ​​about 1,000 acres, lush and green, and dozens of houses stand. Among them are fishermen who live by the sea for generations. They go out early and come back late, and live a monotonous life, but recently this peaceful life in Taoyuan style has been broken by an uninvited guest.

It was an extremely huge building ship, with high masts, ferocious horns and thick iron anchors.

It was brand new all over, with a faint black luster, as if the surging wind and waves did not cause him any erosion. It was parked quietly at the port of the island, occupying more than half of the boat's docking position.

This incident was immediately learned by the residents of the island. At noon, the young and strong men on the island had already gone out to sea to fish. All the remaining soldiers were only a few old, weak and remnants, including many respected people. Seeing the situation, they stood up and surrounded by everyone to the black ship.

"What a tower ship!"

The person who spoke was an old man with gray hair. His hunched body made him need to raise his head sideways to see the whole picture of the entire building ship. The huge ship was extremely shocked, but he was puzzled. There was no busy sailor on such a large building ship.

Could it be a ghost in the sea? The old man was shocked, but then he gave up the idea because he saw a man in a light blue robe standing on the side of the ship at some point.

The side of the boat was slippery, and the man's figure swayed gently in the wind, as if he was about to fall down the next moment, and he fell to pieces.

"The wind is dangerous!"

The old man stared with his eyes wide open, stood on tiptoe tremblingly, and used all his strength to shout upwards, "He has not been long and is about to die, but this makes him cherish and nostalgic for life far more than those young people who are still in their prime. Although he has never known the man, this does not prevent him from persuading and reminding him."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the light blue figure suddenly slid down from the side of the boat, like a broken kite, slanted towards the beach, causing all the fishermen present to exclaim.

Some people turned their heads silently, unable to bear to see the tragedy of flesh and blood splashing, but their ears were still standing, waiting for the terrifying howl.

But they waited for a long time but didn't hear it, as if the man just now was a wax man, who had hit the beach heavily and was now crushed to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the fishermen glanced out of the corner of their eyes, and the respected old man suddenly bowed and shouted loudly: "Master Immortal!"

Immortal Master? Immortal Master comes on the island! Although these people were shocked, this did not hinder their reaction. However, for a long time, there were dense kneelings on the beach, and they all looked at the man in a light blue robe in front of them in curiosity and awe.

However, the man ignored this scene. It was not the first time he had seen it. These mortals often respected them like gods, which was even more solemn than the statues worshipped in high temples. After all, the former could be seen in real life, while the latter was as vague as a rumored deed. The occasional manifestation of the gods was later proved that they were just practitioners with profound cultivation.

Immortal God, a long-standing word, hasn't been seen in this world for too long. No one has broken through and ascended for tens of thousands of years in the world of cultivation. The vitality of heaven and earth under this sky is getting thinner and thinner. The path of cultivation is simply at the end of the road. Except for the beautiful spiritual mountains and rivers that can still have several excellent roots and bones born to the earth, it is already a blessing for ordinary people to barely be qualified to practice.

The truth of the disaster is confusing. There are rumors that in ancient times, these immortals and gods had a great battle, fighting the sky and the earth, the sea water rolled back, the stars were broken, and the sun and the moon were gone.

Someone heard a faint sigh resounding across the sky from above. Since then, there have been no immortals in the world!

Only thousands of practitioners are left struggling in this world. Now, there is not even a monk who has broken through the Yuanshen realm. How can the decline and defeat of the entire world be regretful?

The man in the blue robe suddenly looked at the sky, and a purple rainbow fell straight towards him. His whole body was shocked, and he made complicated seals. He instantly copied the object in his hand. When he looked at it, he found that it was a finely crafted talisman.

The light flowed, but the man's brows gradually frowned. He muttered impatiently: "Is it so anxious?"

The East China Sea is so vast, it is not easy to find a fairy island that is only confirmed by rumors. He has been going to sea for more than a month and has encountered countless shocking winds and waves on the way. If it weren't for his towering ship as hard as a top-grade magic weapon, he would have been torn to pieces by this natural power, but this is not the most terrifying thing.

There are too many huge monsters hidden in this deep sea, and the sea area is rare. Relatively speaking, there is no threat of "killing demons and taking pills". These monsters have all grown up, and there are many crystal nuclei in their bodies, which are much more than the eight continents combined. Of course, there are only a few demon towers that are equivalent to the existence of the soul cultivator. Breaking through this realm is not a natural enemy that can be invaded by the invasion of the whole way. It requires even more talent and great opportunities.

The man in the blue robe kept driving carefully to avoid encountering those strong and excessive existences, and also alert to the tide of beasts that were moving under the water all the time, but even so, something happened.

Not long ago, he had just entered a new sea area and was shocked by the storm caused by a huge dragon python and flew backwards a hundred miles away. He came to this small island.

It was also a blessing that Serbian lost his horse. He was surprised to find that the island was actually crowded, so he drove the boat into the natural harbor and couldn't wait to appear among many mortals, enjoying a sense of superiority.

Of course this is not the main purpose.

These fishermen live here for generations, and must have a certain understanding of the surrounding seas and can also inquire about some absurd legends. In his eyes, these legends are very important basis!

"Master Immortal!"

The shouting still echoed in his ears, causing a satisfied smile to come out from the corner of his mouth.

...

Chen Hao stumbled into the Tibetan Bing Peak with a cut-off arm with a ferocious scar, and immediately alarmed all the disciples who were not in seclusion. These people looked at him in horror, and guessed what he had experienced. He suffered such a severe injury and even one arm was cut off.

"What's wrong, Wang Hua's hand was used?" Old Qiong's face was like Hanshuang. Only he knew where the other party had gone. His chest was filled with anger. He thought to himself, could that man have done something regardless of his identity and completely forgot the fact that the peak master saved his life before?

"It's not him, but this person is not much better!" Chen Hao replied angrily, "I will deal with this matter myself. Those who hurt me must pay exponentially!"

"Your left arm is seriously injured and needs the assistance of a elixir to continue. I will go to the inventory in the peak now!" Mr. Qiong nodded thoughtfully and said hurriedly.

"No need, my family-born martial arts are a bit special. As long as the limbs that were cut off are still there, there is no need to take the spiritual pill as cumbersome when they recover." Chen Hao shook his head and refused the kindness of this person. After all, he didn't want to owe too much favors. He was a little breathless, and he had to spend exponential energy to repay it slowly.

"Okay, you go to the room to recover. If you have any needs, just speak. Although the I Zangbing Peak has declined, the glory created by the Peak Lord still has many remaining. As long as you greet me, more than 100 disciples from this peak are willing to avenge you this grudge, even if you are broken into pieces!" Old Qiong's eyes were burning and his words were loud and loud.

Chen Hao was indifferent to it, and he slowly left the crowd and disappeared among the numerous palaces.

The wooden door creaked and closed tightly, and the familiar formation light appeared on it. The whole world was gently isolated. This confined space was like a shelter, allowing a severely injured lone wolf to quietly lick the wound here and restore the lost strength.

Chen Hao sat on the bed, and the wounds all over his body made him take a few deep breaths. He gritted his teeth and gently touched the broken arm with the wound on his arm. The true energy in his body flowed, and a faint golden light emitted from the wound. The eight-treasure golden body practiced to the depths can be destroyed and reborn at any time. Although he has only been promoted to the fourth level, it is enough to repair a cut off arm.

He slowly pinched the magic seal, and the light emitted from his body shone brightly on the entire room. He could feel the meridians in the wound slowly squirming and continuing under the irrigation of blood, and the damaged bones were also gathering little by little.

With your eyes low and your strong murderous intent is hidden in it. No matter what, Chu Yaohe must die, so what if you go to the Life and Death Platform? It’s just that more disciples can witness your vigorous way of death.

Others may not dare to make a grudge with the great elder, but when he slashed out the golden sword, he no longer cared about so many things in his heart. Even if the flood was flooding, I stood upright!

A cultivator in the Yuanshen realm, did he offend him very little? More than one is nothing.

Chen Hao snorted coldly, pinching the magic seal in his hand became more urgent, and the wounds on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!