At the bottom of the deep sea, it is as black as ink, and you can't see your fingers.

Only a few wisps of water echoed.

In addition, 'Whew... Ho...''Phew... Ho...', a breathing sound, echoing slightly underneath the water.

Wang Ba...

Qin Feng stood on the edge of this, looking at the exposed half of his head, his brows furrowed slightly.

I don't know why, when he saw this Wang Ba's braincase, he subconsciously thought of the previous battle in the Immortal Spirit Academy, the body of the Heavenly Star Sect Master who used the starlight to conjure!

That Wang Ba, will it have anything to do with the Wang Ba under his feet?

"There is a body but no soul. ”

Qin Feng's eyes were full of flames, and under the golden eyes of the fire, the eight kings under his feet, everything in it was clear.

From the body of this old Wang Ba under his feet, Qin Feng couldn't detect the existence of the slightest soul.

In other words, this super king eight carrying Penglai Mishima just left a body here, but his soul didn't know where he went.

Qin Feng jumped forward, his body broke through the water waves, and finally stepped on the real bottom of the sea, turned around and looked up, he could see the huge head, and the breath spewing out of his nostrils stirred up two rolling waves under the water.

His eyes condensed slightly, and his hand was raised.

At the bottom of this deep sea, Qin Feng's fingertips swept across the water waves, and with each stroke, a golden light appeared, until the runes were finally outlined.

For this Super King Eight, Qin Feng is still unsure of what kind of existence it is, and where did the soul of this King Eight go?!

Isn't it the Heavenly Star Sect Master?!

None of this can be determined, but Qin Feng has to guard against it.

After all, there are no absolutes in the world, if this Great King Ba is really the Heavenly Star Sect Master, once the soul returns to the main body, he can use the spiritual power of this god subordination.

The current Qin Feng has no choice.

"Nine texts in the sky. ”

With a low voice, nine runes appeared in front of Qin Feng!

The nine runes suddenly bloomed with golden light, faintly flickering under the water, illuminating all darkness.

The golden light sprinkled on the half of the turtle shell, and the appearance of this old king could be clearly seen.

Qin Feng looked at the nine runes in front of him.

With a push of his hand, all of a sudden, the nine runes went towards the head, one by one, and then there was no sign of it.

The Nine Texts of the Heavens, this is a Dao method that Qin Feng found from the Great Sage Inheritance.

From the Yuan Shi Tianzun, one of the three ancestors of Taoism.

This is a magical power that seals spiritual power, after entering the body, there will not be the slightest feeling on weekdays, even if this king is awake, he will not be aware of it, and only when the caster activates this sealing technique, this seal will take effect.

As for how many percent can be sealed, it depends on the strength of the caster.

This is the difference between supernatural powers and spells, to exert supernatural powers, it does not necessarily require advanced cultivation, but only advanced cultivation can bring supernatural powers to the extreme.

Qin Feng himself didn't know how much strength this Old King Eight Souls would be able to suppress if the 'Nine Spirits of the Old King' returned.

The nine runes are all submerged in the arrogance.

And at this time, Qin Feng's face suddenly changed, on his body, the soul imprint left by the drunken maniac before was actually dissipating rapidly!

Something like this will happen ...

There are only two reasons that can be explained!

One, when he died, his body and soul were destroyed, and the imprints of his divine consciousness that naturally remained outside flew away.

Second, serious injuries.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed for a moment, hoping it was the latter.

After looking at this head again, without the slightest hesitation, he rose into the sky and broke through the water.

He had made an appointment with the drunken maniac to go to the Far East and the Far South, and it was clear that... The drunken maniac meets the Eyebreaker in the Far South.

The height rises, and the darkness around it gradually dissipates.

Qin Feng's eyes had a look of anxiety, the relationship between him and the drunken maniac was irreversible, not so much a senior and a junior, but a year-old friend.

Rumble!

Penglai Mishima.

In the sky above the central sea area, Peng Deng and Tang Su'e, before the two of them could react, the sea below was a thousand layers of waves, and a sword light rushed up from it, breaking through the sky, and leaving Penglai in a breath or two.

"Alliance Leader!"

Peng Deng and Tang Su'e were both stunned, and looked at the sword light that left Penglai in dismay.

Qin Feng's move came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Finally... What did you do in Penglai?!

What's beneath this sea?!

Why are you leaving in such a hurry at this moment?!

Doubts, in the hearts of everyone in the three islands of Penglai.

And at the same time.

In the extreme south of Kyushu, the desert of death, the wind howls with grit.

The sandstorm has completely subsided, but this battle has not stopped for a moment from beginning to end.

Boom!

The crystal wine sword and the bone blade intertwined.

The two figures landed at the same time, still thousands of feet apart, and in the middle was the lake to which the Arctic Array Eye that emitted a blue and golden light.

At this moment, the drunken maniac is already covered with blood, and his face is even more pale, blood... Slowly falling from the corners of the mouth.

Fake babies against meta babies.

Eventually...

The gap in spiritual power is difficult to make up.

After all, not everyone is an existence like Qin Feng who transcends the sky.

"What?

Covered in white armor all over his body, each of his four arms holding a bone blade, Yahime had a smug smile in his eyes, and the white tail of the scale armor behind him flicked off, and walked towards the drunken maniac step by step.

'Ho...''Ho...'

Drunken maniac, gasping for air.

With a chilling sword intent in his eyes, even if he falls behind, he will never flinch in the slightest.

This is the way of the sword! This is the way of the sword!

The sword is indomitable!

Listening to Yahime's words, the corners of the drunken maniac's mouth rose up.

The wine sword in his hand was slowly raised, and the wine gourd on his waist was lifted in his left hand, and he raised his head and drank wildly, and the crystal wine shone under the moonlight and fell into the mouth of the drunken maniac.

When the last drop of wine flowed from the mouth of the gourd, the drunken maniac's hand shook suddenly, bang!

The wine spilled out, sparkling in the air.

The wind, hunting, blows the hair.

The drunken maniac laughed wildly in the sky.

"Edgeworth rides the wind, and heaven and earth are free. ”

The heroic and majestic voice echoes in this endless desert.

"A thousand cups swallow the sun and the moon, and ten thousand cups can't get drunk. ”

The wine sword in his hand rose with the sword technique of the body, and behind the drunken maniac, it seemed that there were countless illusory drunken maniac sword shadows appearing, all of which were brilliant sword moves.

Suddenly, the sword froze.

The lady who came over also didn't understand what the drunkard was going to do this time, and couldn't help but stop, with doubts in her eyes.

"Heaven and earth with a sword!"

The drunken maniac, his eyes burst with sword energy, the sword in his hand was in front of him, and behind him, all the illusory sword shadows merged into one place, and a chilling sword intent condensed, appearing with him.

At this moment, he is like a sharp sword!

The wind was chilling.

This is, a sword without regrets!