Chapter 515 Sea Monster

"Real warriors...are not as strange as these people say. Except that their qi and blood are indeed different from those of ordinary people, there is nothing special about them. Can these people really be comparable to Yuanying?"

White snow rolled up and covered the entire land.

Beside the burning village.

The villagers, covered in mud and water, were pressed on the snow, their blood and qi were surging, ironing the snow around them into streams and mixing them with the frozen soil below into mud.

They had red eyes, raised their heads high, and the blue veins on their necks were like stretched ropes.

But they could not break free from the invisible pressure from above.

They could not even make a sound.

Above, a group of monks were hanging in the air with their hands folded and expressionless.

Yang Que, dressed in a dragon robe, stood among these people, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to have a magical power, and he could see through the bodies of these strong men below.

But his eyes could not hide the disappointment.

Beside him, the blond old man was also staring at these strong men, but his expression was slightly puzzled.

Yang Que turned his head slightly, glanced at the blond old man beside him, and said with little interest:

"It seems that we are going to be disappointed... These so-called true warriors are probably not worth much."

The blond old man hesitated and frowned:

"Your Majesty, these true warriors are indeed much worse than cultivators, but the key is that mortals can practice without spiritual roots... If this true martial arts is promoted to Huangji Continent, it may shake the foundation of the Great Sui Dynasty."

"Shake the foundation?"

Yang Que was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but sighed. He smiled, and then his expression suddenly turned cold:

"Even though our Great Sui has just lost thousands of Yuanying cultivators, there are still more than a thousand Yuanying and more than 50,000 Jindan in the country!"

"A mere mortal, even if he relies on the ability to move blood and qi, how can he compete with our great Great Sui?"

"Master Hualong, are you confused?"

The golden-haired old man bowed his head and saluted in a panic:

"Yes, your majesty is right, it is this old servant who is confused."

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of coldness.

"Humph."

Yang Que snorted coldly.

Then he whispered to the Primitive Demon Sect monks who were controlled by him:

"There is no point in keeping these people. You should deal with them. Go and search again to see if you can meet the fourth-level true warriors they mentioned..."

"Hmm! Hmm!"

Below, among the men who were pressed in the snow, someone immediately struggled and whimpered.

A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face like gullies, his face flushed and bloody.

The blood in his body was surging, and he actually broke free from the pressure from above...

"Hmm?"

Yang Que's face, which was originally not very concerned, showed a little surprise.

In the eyes of the blond old man, there was a strange color:

"It's interesting to be able to call and increase blood with emotions."

He had seen countless ways of cultivation, but he had never seen the kind of cultivation practiced by these mortals in front of him.

As a Divine Transformation cultivator, Yang Que also saw this.

"Interesting... Let this man go."

He ordered casually.

Immediately, a cultivator withdrew the magic power from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood up in astonishment, then froze for a moment, fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed to Yang Que desperately:

"Goddess, Goddess! Please let us go..."

Yang Que looked casual:

"I don't care whether you live or die, but since you want to live, you have to pay a price to make me feel it's worth it. What can you do to make me excited?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and looked at the people from the same village who were still trapped in the snow around him, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I, I can tell you the "True Martial Sutra"!

"The "True Martial Sutra"? Is it the practice of the True Martial Dao..."

Yang Que couldn't help but feel a little curious.

However, there was no expression of being moved on his face. Instead, he casually said:

"That doesn't count. Even if you don't tell me, I can search your soul directly."

"But it seems that you really don't have anything useful."

"Then get rid of them all."

As he said that, he actually instructed a demon sect cultivator beside him.

The middle-aged man's face froze, obviously he didn't expect that the immortal in front of him would be so untrustworthy.

Seeing that the demon sect cultivator flew to the snow and casually picked up a young man covered in mud.

The middle-aged man was very anxious!

Because the young man who was picked up was his son.

He finally couldn't help but said in a hurry:

"I, I have something else, it must be something that the immortal cares about!"

Yang Que had already turned around and flew away.

For him, it was too much of a waste to spend so much time on a mortal.

And the demon sect cultivator still had no expression at all, and stretched out his palm and touched the young man's head.

"It's about the ancestor of Zhenwu!"

"He just came out of retreat not long ago. Not long ago, he summoned us to continue hunting immortals. He is not far from here!"

The middle-aged man finally couldn't bear such pressure and shouted loudly.

After saying this, he closed his eyes weakly.

In mid-air, Yang Que and the golden-haired old man, who were about to leave, couldn't help but stop.

"The ancestor of Zhenwu?"

"Hunting immortals... is it hunting monks?"

Yang Que stood in mid-air, with a rare curiosity in his eyes.

"Your Majesty..."

The golden-haired old man couldn't help but look at Yang Que.

Yang Que pondered for a while, and then said:

"Let's go and take a look. It won't take that much time."

"If this Zhenwu is really as powerful as they say, we can just subdue them and help them."

After escaping from the Wanxiang Sect, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Especially after easily destroying the so-called first sect of Fenglinzhou, the Original Demon Sect, he regained some confidence.

It's not that I'm weak, but the Wanxiang Sect hides the old immortal, so I'm naturally no match for it.

Changing to the original demon sect without the support of the old generation, I really returned to my previous invincible state.

I was sure in my heart that I had thought about returning to Huangjizhou earlier, and with the main body of Hualongchi, I could be sure of safety.

Now that my confidence has returned, I naturally have more leisure time.

Of course, more importantly, Master Hualong just said that the true martial arts way might endanger the Great Sui Dynasty. Although he sneered, he still secretly took it to heart.

Thinking of this, Yang Que personally landed in front of the middle-aged man who was absent-minded and seemed to be ashamed and guilty.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, suppressed the guilt in his heart, looked at Yang Que, and tried to make his voice not so trembling:

"Sir, if you, if you let them go, I will take you there."

Yang Que smiled at him gently, shook his head and said:

"I just said that even if you don't tell me, I can search your soul directly."

The middle-aged man was startled and turned his head suddenly.

"Um--"

Not far away, the demon sect monk raised his hand and patted with an expressionless face.

The young man's head exploded instantly.

"Along! No..."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was stunned instantly.

Then his eyes were bloodshot!

The blood in his eyes spread rapidly, and then countless blood-colored steam on his body exploded!

The whole person instantly turned into a blood-colored stream of light, and crashed into the demon sect monk at an astonishing speed.

The blood wave rolled!

The middle-aged man's face was covered with strange blood-colored patterns, as if he had lost his mind:

"Die! Die!"

"All of you immortals, go to hell!"

Although the Demon Sect cultivator was at the Nascent Soul level, he was caught off guard and lost his mind, so he didn't react immediately.

The middle-aged man, who was covered in blood, almost instantly crashed into the Demon Sect cultivator.

After a short pause, the Demon Sect cultivator couldn't help but take a small step back without being noticed.

The precious light on his body was even more stimulated.

Seeing this scene, Yang Que and the golden-haired old man couldn't help but look a little stern.

"Before, this person was at most comparable to a foundation-building cultivator... But after his emotions were fully mobilized, combined with his own blood and energy, he was actually comparable to a golden elixir cultivator... Although the price seemed to be very high."

In their sight, they could clearly see that the middle-aged man in front of them was actually dead at the moment of the explosion.

All the energy and spirit in the body were completely integrated and exploded.

Flesh, bones, will, etc., all became part of this blood.

The reason why he could still attack after death was nothing more than the obsession formed under strong emotions, which pushed this blood to maintain what he wanted to do before death.

"It's a pity... the price is too high."

Yang Que shook his head with some regret.

Otherwise, such an explosive method might be able to save lives at a critical moment.

And the middle-aged man was beaten into blood foam by the Demon Sect cultivator who reacted after a short burst.

The gap between them was too big after all, even if the explosion was at the cost of death, it would not cause much impact.

The only impact was perhaps that Yang Que became more interested in the way of Zhenwu.

"I heard that the True Martial Way was created by this True Martial Ancestor... Let's go meet this person."

Yang Que's eyes showed his interest:

"Although we lost so many Yuanying cultivators this time when we came to Fenglinzhou, if we can subdue this person and train so many mortals under the rule of our Great Sui Dynasty... it won't be a loss."

The blond old man frowned when he heard this and couldn't help but persuade him:

"Your Majesty, the True Martial Way is not a good thing for cultivators. If the True Martial Way is introduced to Huangjizhou, I'm afraid it will only bring disaster to the country!"

Yang Que chuckled:

"Before, you encouraged me to find the True Warrior. Why did you change again when you got here?"

The old man with blond hair smiled bitterly:

"How could I have thought that the True Warrior Way would be like this... Your Majesty, I have no selfish motives, and I speak from the bottom of my heart. The True Warrior Way is definitely not a good way. Leave it here to harm Fenglinzhou. We must not take it back."

However, after hearing the old man's words, Yang Que laughed, but was even more delighted:

"Even you are afraid, then the True Warrior Way must be in my hands!"

After saying that, his eyes flashed.

He glanced at the villagers in the snow around him.

He instantly read their memories.

Then he couldn't help but look up to the north, with surprise in his eyes:

"It's actually on the sea... It's cautious."

His mind moved.

The villagers in the snow turned into dust silently.

The monks who came from the original demon sect but were controlled by him, escorted him and flew quickly towards the north.

The golden-haired old man stood in place, watching Yang Que's figure flying away.

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes:

"That Guan Ao... is too slow."

Shaking his head, he followed immediately.

...

Boom!

The roar of the huge waves almost resounded over the entire sky of the Eightfold Sea.

The amazing power generated by the violent tsunami pushed the waves to roll around.

The waves rushed straight to the clouds!

In the air.

The Yuanying monks looked at the changes under the great power of heaven and earth with extremely solemn expressions.

They didn't dare to get too close, because the Yuan magnetic force here was too strong and too violent.

No matter who was present, if they were accidentally stuck, they would suffer a great loss of vitality.

"What should we do? Without Fellow Daoist Yuanci, how should we deal with this?"

Amid the roaring waves, even An Changshou, a cultivator who had reached the Perfect Nascent Soul stage, had to make as loud a noise as possible.

Qu Shentong stared at the depths of the Eightfold Sea with an unpleasant expression, but he never saw that figure.

Hearing this, his tone was filled with anger due to anxiety:

"How should I know? The Eightfold Sea was fine before, how come it became like this when we arrived? Fellow Daoist Yuanci is still downstairs!"

Hearing Qu Shentong's words, Xumi, who had condensed into a body shape, shook his head slightly:

"The Yuanci riot in the Eightfold Sea has a long history, and it is not new, but the scale has been getting bigger and bigger in recent years."

Xiong Zhaojing of Youxian Temple couldn't help but say:

"Senior Xumi, will this Yuanci riot have any impact?"

Xumi nodded slightly:

"Of course there is. The reason why the West Sea Kingdom has become what it is now is because of these Yuanci riots."

"I have seen it several times when I was guarding the West Sea Kingdom in the past, but it was not as fierce as this time."

An Changshou couldn't help but wonder:

"But what caused this Yuanci riot?"

Hearing this question, everyone looked at each other, but no one had an answer.

"The most important thing now is to find fellow Daoist Yuanci. He is an expert in the Dao of Yuanci and must know the reason."

Qin Shengyong said on the side.

Everyone was silent.

With such a big commotion, Daoist Yuanci has not returned yet. I am afraid...

"Look! What is that!"

A Yuanying cultivator with a vertical eye on his forehead who had been observing the seabed suddenly pointed to the sea barrier closest to the coast and exclaimed.

Everyone looked at it hurriedly.

But in the turbulent water of the sea barrier, a black shadow was faintly visible and was rapidly enlarging!

"There is something inside!"

No need to remind, everyone saw the change.

'Buzz! '

A clear sword chant sounded.

Xu Mi instantly turned into a sword, and the invisible sword energy slashed towards the sea barrier!

Where the sword energy passed, the sea water was instantly cut in two!

Although the extremely fast turbulent water quickly rushed up again, everyone still saw the appearance of the black shadow at a glance.

Two black round horns were perched on the raised black skull.

It was actually a strange-looking black buffalo!

Seeing this buffalo, some people who had guarded the front line and fought against the monks of the three continents were immediately surprised:

"Is this... the totem beast of Tupi Continent, the sacred bull of the Yanzhi tribe?"

Only Xumi's face changed slightly, and he whispered quickly:

"No! Retreat! This is not a totem beast!"

"It's a world eater!" (End of this chapter)