Chapter 512 Runaway in the Ancient Sea
Chapter 512 Thriller
"Roar!" The giant tortoise was furious, and the delicious food ran away? The roar was clear, and the sky and sea were turbulent. Within a range of tens of miles, many reefs were shattered, and all the black fog and even the weaker hunters were scattered alive.
"Run! Run away!" People woke up in horror, and fled to the distance.
This huge and ancient beast kept roaring, climbed up to the giant reef in front, and spewed out monstrous purple air, like a rushing river of flames, hitting the direction where Qin Ming left. It was not reconciled, the little ants escaped from my face.
Mengzhu dived into the tide, caught Ma Dameng who was seriously injured, dragged him back to the team, and the group of five evacuated at full speed, not daring to stay for a while.
Guo Xiong looked back, Qin Ming had torn through the thick fog and rushed to a higher cloud layer. The huge waves and purple air from the giant tortoise danced wildly in the sky, forming a shocking scene like a natural disaster, but Qin Ming was nowhere to be found. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, resisted Ma Dameng himself, and urged them to speed up.
"That's... Qin Ming?" Wudian Yixue'er happened to be nearby, raised her brows slightly, and looked at the figure struggling to escape, the golden wings were too eye-catching, and the tiger walking through the air, no? Who is Qin Ming!
"Are you sure it's Qin Ming?" The other witches were all excited. Compared with the Black Flood Dragon Battleship, capturing Qin Ming is the most important thing.
"That's right, it's him. I didn't expect that he would dare to appear here blatantly." Yi Xueer was worried about how to find Qin Ming, but he came to the door by himself. "Notify Hongmei and Moyu that Qin Ming has been found. I will mark them and try to catch up with them after I find them."
"Take orders!" Immediately, thirty people were separated from the hundred-man team, looking for the other two leaders in different directions.
On the edge of the chaotic tide, a small boat heaves and falls with the waves. There is a skinny young man sitting on the boat, with loose long hair and ragged clothes, as inconspicuous as his small boat. But in the messy long hair, there was a pair of scarlet eyes, looking at the direction Qin Ming left for a while, then staring at Yi Xueer and the others.
"The Hall of Witches! The Hall of Funeral Flowers!"
The young man spoke softly, his voice hoarse and low, and he slowly got up, holding a white weapon in his hand, which turned out to be a complete spine, and it was so white and frightening.
After the 100-meter giant tortoise vented, it sank to the bottom of the sea. Its descendants and great-grandchildren sank one after another, leaving the youngest one floating on the deep sea. Not long after, the thick black fog refilled the blank sea area, and it became an environment where you couldn't see your fingers, as if nothing had happened.
Qin Ming galloped forward for thousands of meters, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell back to the sea again, releasing the Skylark. His whole body was in pain, most of his body was broken, and even two of his wings were broken. With an injury of this degree, other people would have been unable to move for a long time, but Qin Ming was cruel enough to the enemy, and he was also cruel enough to himself. He endured the severe pain and persisted until now, not letting himself pass out. Otherwise, once you close your eyes, you may never wake up again.
"Stare at the sea and remind me at any time." Qin Ming's face was pale, his body was covered in cold sweat, and his voice was trembling. He didn't care how much water of life was left in the space finger, he took out five bottles tremblingly, poured them into his mouth one after another, and seized the time to sit cross-legged to practice.
The white tiger is dominating the bow, vigilant about its surroundings.
The danger in the ghost sea is more dangerous than they imagined. Once they encounter a monster, they will definitely die.
Moreover, no matter what the outside rumors say, no one can experience the real feeling until they experience the Ghost Sea Territory in person.
Several teams passed by, Baihu forcibly changed the direction of the Skylark and avoided it skillfully. It is no longer crazy, no longer domineering, restraining its momentum, and taking care of Qin Ming.
However, the sea of ghosts is so dark that you can't reach your fingers, and the expansion range of your spiritual consciousness is even more suppressed. It has to be full of energy, see with your eyes, hear with your ears, and smell with your nose, accompanied by a weak spiritual consciousness. Check the sea area.
It may be a day and a night, or it may only be half a day. They drifted without any danger, but the white tiger suddenly became irritable and roared into the distance. "Roar!"
"What's the matter?" Qin Ming endured the severe pain and woke up. Before he could stand up, there was a loud roar from the depths of the thick fog, like a terrifying sound from the Nine Nether Lands, shaking the sea. , frightened the sea beast.
Black dragon warship? Qin Ming was almost paralyzed. He was not afraid of the Heijiao warship, but the Longevity Mountain. Not only are the holy warriors afraid of Longevity Mountain, but even if you throw Tianwu there, he will be so scared that he will pee his pants.
Dozens of raptors skimmed through the thick fog and rushed towards the face. A large number of sea beasts fled on the bottom of the sea and on the surface of the sea, all panicked and terrified. They didn't seem to see Qin Ming, and they flew back and disappeared.
A giant warship shrouded in black mist braved the wind and waves, and appeared in the depths of the black mist, like a giant black dragon soaring across the ocean, roaring like a rock, with a metal-like killing momentum, Trembling between the sky and the sea, disturbing the dense fog. Behind the Black Flood Dragon Battleship, a white 'long line' can be faintly enlarged rapidly, and a desolate and magnificent aura permeates the space.
"Roar!" Baihu woke up Qin Ming, so why was he so startled at this time. It almost gave Qin Ming a paw. It's not easy for me to grow up so big, and I don't want to go back to the baby state.
Qin Ming was frightened and gasped, and drove the Skylark to flee far away. A voice roared in his heart, never enter Longevity Mountain, never!
"Ho Ho." Bai Hu urged Qin Ming anxiously, looking back and forth, he was about to catch up, he was about to come up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
However, how could the Skylark be faster than the Black Flood Dragon? Qin Ming has already pushed the Skylark with all his strength, but the Heijiao warships are still getting closer to each other. Looking back, Longevity Mountain has appeared at the end of the line of sight, the white mist is vast, boundless, intertwined with the dark mist, like a dream, like drifting in reality and dreams. Looking from a distance, this scene is actually very beautiful, but thinking of the legend of Longevity Mountain, Qin Ming never has the mood to appreciate it, unprecedented despair, and even more unprecedented panic.
"Take it!" Qin Ming recalled the skylark, spread the golden wings suddenly, picked up the white tiger and galloped forward. He was covered in injuries, but compared to being sucked into the time-space turbulence of Longevity Mountain, these were nothing, escape was the most important thing.
"what!"
"Roar!"
The screams continued between the tides, and the sea beasts and raptors were submerged by the white light of Long Live Mountain, screaming like ghosts. In the face of this kind of disaster that is close to the law of heaven, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how big you are, you can only Can 'resign themselves to fate' and accept the judgment of time and space.
The continuous screams were like a low death knell, constantly ringing in Qin Ming's ears, urging to go faster, faster.
He galloped so fast that he even broke into the group of raptors in front of him. These usually ferocious guys didn't have the mood to pay attention to him at all, they didn't even dare to look at him. There was real fear shaking in his eyes, his wings fluttered violently, and he couldn't help but suck. It worked out.
"Black Flood Dragon Battleship!"
"Long Live Mountain!"
There was a team of hunters in front of them. There were three to five hundred people scattered in different places. At this moment, they were all alarmed. Many people wailed and knelt on the wooden board, wailing hoarsely: "No..."
Long Live Mountain!
The sacred mountain that guards the long river of time and space.
Legends of legends.
Once involved in Long Live Mountain, it will be shrouded by the power of time and space there. Will it age rapidly and turn into bones? Or suddenly degenerate into a baby, crushed by the energy of the turbulent current? No one is sure, and it's irresistible. Once you go in, don't even think about coming back, it's completely involuntary death, and there is the real Jedi of death.