The storm season in the Fallen Star Ocean always brings despair to the depths of one's soul.
The hurricane roared, the turbid waves emptied, waves a hundred feet high were common, and huge waves a thousand feet high were everywhere. The pitch-black hurricane made the sea boil and roar, and occasionally there were black wind pillars standing between the sky and the earth. You could see huge sea beasts roaring and being swept up into the sky by the wind pillars, and torn into pieces by the wind as strong as a knife.
A strange-shaped snake boat meanders through the storm and huge waves.
The so-called snake boat is a long boat, which is made up of hundreds of shuttle-shaped fully enclosed boats connected end to end. Each shuttle-shaped boat is about ten feet long, and the total length of the snake boat is more than a thousand feet.
The chains connecting the boats shone with a faint light on the sea in the dark night. Occasionally, huge waves hit the snake boats, and the huge force pulled the chains. Large flames immediately burst out from the bronze chains, and the violently vibrating chains kept making a loud "buzzing" sound.
The loud noise turned into waves of sound knives that were like real knives, moving around in the huge waves, dispersing many large sea beasts under the sea that had been eyeing the Snake Boat for a long time with ill intentions. Occasionally, a brave sea beast would get a little closer, and the sound knives would whistle at it, immediately causing their heads to spurt blood, and they would flee in all directions in a hurry.
In one of the snake boats, several old men in long gowns sat around a small square table, flipping through thick account books with smiles on their faces. A pot of tea gave off a faint fragrance on the small square table, and the old men in long gowns laughed happily in low voices.
"The profit this time is huge. It is enough for the cultivation resources needed by the sect in the second half of the year."
"Not only is it enough, but there is also a large surplus. The mountain protection formation should also be reorganized and two more killing formations should be added."
"The mountain protection formation is fine, and the area around the sect is relatively peaceful. What's more important is the spiritual weapons of the sect's disciples."
"Isn't it? Not to mention the newcomers, many inner disciples have already reached the Soul Condensation Realm, but they are still using low-grade spiritual weapons from the Spirit Gathering Realm. Going out like this not only makes them unable to protect themselves, but also weakens the sect's reputation."
The old people smiled happily, and a middle-aged man suddenly pushed open the cabin door and walked in.
"Elders, the Shaobing Reef is ahead. The terrain is complex, the wind is strong and the waves are huge. It is extremely dangerous. Elders, please personally take precautions. After passing Shaobing Reef, the road ahead is smooth and it will only take three to five days to reach the sect."
The old men looked at each other, stood up happily, and walked out of the cabin one after another.
The snake boat shuttled back and forth close to the bottom of the valley of huge waves. Occasionally, a huge wave hit, and the snake boat was completely submerged hundreds of feet underwater. After this happened several times, when the snake boat suddenly took advantage of a huge wave and rushed to the top of the wave, a large area of densely packed black dots appeared in front of it.
Shaobing Reef, Shaobing Reef, as the name suggests, the reef is like a sesame seed cake.
What is the most abundant thing on a sesame seed? Of course, it is the countless sesame seeds! This is exactly the case with Shaobing Reef, where countless tiny reefs are densely covered and crisscrossed on the sea surface covering tens of thousands of miles.
There are countless reefs, and the waterways are dangerous and complex. On weekdays, countless desperate people appear here, and under each reef, there are piles of white bones. It is only during the storm season that the most brutal pirates are too lazy to appear in such windy and rough weather, so this snake boat chooses the shortcut of Shaobing Reef to return to the sect.
The snake boat plunged into the Shaobing Reef, and quickly shuttled through the reefs along the turbulent current. Occasionally, the planks of a few boats rubbed against the reefs violently, making a harsh "creaking" sound.
Suddenly, a row of huge waves rolled over from the side and hit the snake boat heavily.
As the huge waves smashed against the rocks, a blood-red sail suddenly emerged from behind the waves with a rustling sound. This was a 30-foot-long dhow, with a ferocious tiger-head figurehead on the bow, and a shirtless Hu Dali stood steadily with his hands folded across his chest.
Seeing the snake boat suddenly emerging from the huge waves, Hu Dali laughed loudly: "I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree... Oh, no, I was wrong. I moved this Shaobing Reef piece by piece and planted it here. So, are you ready for the toll?"
With a wild laugh of "Haha", Hu Dali suddenly opened his hands and swung them forward. White arc-shaped ripples appeared in the air in front of him, accompanied by a piercing scream. The crescent-shaped white ripples whistled forward. Dozens of white ripples several feet long crossed more than ten miles in the blink of an eye and hit the snake boat heavily.
The heavy planks of the seven or eight strongest snake boats were torn apart like pieces of paper, and huge cracks appeared on the hulls. The hurricane rolled into the cabins with the roaring waves. The snake boats that were rapidly moving forward were like grass snakes with their heads chopped off, and were tangled up in the hurricane in a very embarrassing way.
The dull sound of impact was endless. The snake boat crashed wildly into the reefs, sparks flew and loud noises were heard.
On a boat in the middle of the snake boat, an oval hatch suddenly opened, and seven or eight old men in long gowns jumped out, stepping on the strange-shaped blade wheels and rushing into the sky. They avoided a whistling black wind column and rushed towards the sailboat where Hu Dali was in the storm.
"Which friend is joking with my Sanyue Sect?" An old man in a long gown laughed dryly without any smile: "It's a big storm. I've prepared some money for tea here. Please ask my friends to give my Sanyue Sect some face..."
The answer to the old man in the long gown was Hu Dali's earth-shaking roar.
Hu Dali showed his true form as a white tiger, with a body more than ten feet long and four gorgeous white wings on his back. When the huge wings were spread out, the wingspan was much longer than his body. Sharp white streams of light circled and danced around his white body. Hu Dali roared to the sky, and circles of white air explosions shattered the huge waves around him, turning into a white air column that bombarded the old men.
Seven or eight old men in long gowns shouted in unison, their gowns fluttering in the air, and in the flashing lights, they all had an extra set of armor on.
The white gas column hit them heavily. Several old men in long gowns groaned and were shaken back seven or eight miles by Hu Dali's roar. They waved their hands at the same time, and the three-blade wheels under their feet whistled, bringing up streaks of light and quickly slashing towards Hu Dali.
"Haha!" Hu Dali laughed heartily.
At the bow of the sailboat under his feet, a beam of fire shot out from the big mouth of the ferocious tiger-head figurehead. A fire crossbow that could destroy the city broke through the rain curtain, causing a series of dull sonic booms, and arrived in front of several old men in long gowns in the blink of an eye!
This was the killer weapon that Old Black Bear had used to kill the turtle on the spiritual beast island at the gate of Changchun Valley. The Ruicheng Fire Crossbow exploded with a bang, and black and red flames entangled and rose into the sky, and a huge mushroom cloud slowly bloomed in the sky.
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