Chapter 322 Half a Year

It can suppress thousands of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas...

Such a thought arose in Xiao Chen's mind and could never be extinguished. At this moment, he looked carefully at the hexagonal stone plate and the blood jade, but he could not see any clues.

But how to explain the shadows of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas just now? If it is just the shadows of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas tens of thousands of years ago, then why is that breath so real?

What is hidden in this strange hexagonal stone plate? It can transform into so many shadows of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas, and it can make two peerless strong men in the last era fight to the death...

And the blood jade that the master gave him at the beginning can suppress this stone plate and suppress thousands of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas. What is this blood jade?

A group of confusions spread in his heart, but it was always difficult to solve. It was just that when he recalled the scene of the immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas just now, he was still shocked.

In the past month, he was pleased with himself for realizing the state of immortality, but he never thought that there had been so many powerful people in this world. What was he now? If those powerful people were reborn, they would probably be able to turn him into ashes with just a breath. Strength, strength...

At this moment, Xiao Chen looked at the bright moon over the vast sea, as if he had a new understanding. He had never thought about what kind of cultivation realm he wanted to reach before, but just at that moment, he saw the sky full of immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas. He saw countless powerful people surrounding him, and suddenly he felt so small, like a drop in the ocean.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to explore the realm of the real powerful, the realm of the powerful that could be proud of the ancient and modern immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas.

After a long time, Xiao Chen's mood slowly calmed down. He put the stone plate and blood jade into his sleeves and looked at the calm sea again.

Although he couldn't guess about the hexagonal stone plate and the blood jade, he could conclude that the spiritual power on the seabed before was leaked from the Eastern cultivation world. Somehow, it gathered towards the five realms of Xianyuan. Also, in the ancient realm of Xianbei, the spiritual power of the Tianling Sect had problems. It seemed that the spiritual power also flowed towards the five realms of Xianyuan, which caused the spiritual power connection of Lingshan to crack.

What is going on?

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, but he couldn't care so much at the moment. He could only wait until he found the Eastern Continent.

Another month passed unknowingly. It was already late September. It must have fallen leaves outside, but the sea was always the same every day, and no changes could be seen.

After noon that day, Xiao Chen came to the deck. The sea breeze was cool. After two months at sea, he saw that a circle of beard had grown around his mouth. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

"Two months..."

Every day, he counted the days. Now two months have passed without him noticing. Shen Jing and Madam Xianshu should have escaped danger, right? I wonder how Wei Yang is doing now...

Looking at the boundless sea, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel a little sad. Two months have passed, but he still hasn't seen the shadow of the Eastern Continent. I wonder when the ship will sail to the Eastern Cultivation World.

Is it really like Shen Jing said, maybe three years, five years, ten years, or even a sixty years, before he can bring the Hibiscus Flower back? By then, the world may have changed.

No, he has to speed up!

Thinking of this, he leaped up to the sea, rolled up his sleeves towards the boat, immediately put it inside, and then took out his flying sword and flew away.

However, no matter how fast he was, every time the sun set below the sea level, he still seemed to be in the same place, surrounded by a vast sea, no land, and even no island.

Another month passed, it was early winter, and the sea gradually became a little cold. Xiao Chen would stand on the deck and look into the distance every day after noon, but he could not see land.

"Is it really impossible to cross the East China Sea..."

He didn't believe it, he put the boat into his sleeves again, and continued to fly forward with the sword. In this way, another two months passed. One day, it suddenly snowed heavily on the sea, making it much more difficult for him to move forward. The boat became much more dilapidated under the erosion of sea water and occasional reefs.

He went out to sea in the hot summer, but now it is the middle of winter, but he still can't see the eastern continent. If he didn't see the sun rising from the east every morning, he would almost despair.

Five months have passed, and the beard on his chin makes him look like a mortal entering middle age. During this period, he also encountered several abnormal surges of underwater spiritual power, but because he was concerned about Weiyang's injury and the Fusang flower, he didn't pay much attention.

During this period of time, in addition to flying forward and comprehending the artistic conception every day, he would play the piano in the cabin in his spare time to dispel the loneliness in his heart. Occasionally, he would think of the past when he played the piano and flute with his master at Zixiao Peak, or practiced swordsmanship with Qianyu Nishang in the bamboo forest.

Now all these past events have turned into piano sounds that no one listens to, floating alone on the sea and passing away with the wind.

In the past, Su Ye also listened to him playing the piano, but after the incident in the Xianbei Ancient Realm last time, although the soul-devouring curse was finally solved, Su Ye also fell into a deep sleep and has not woken up since then.

Another month passed, and the weather on the sea gradually became warmer and no longer snowed. On this day, Xiao Chen was still playing the piano in the cabin. After half a year, it seemed that his piano skills had improved a lot. If Wei Yang woke up, the two of them would have another piano duel, but no one knew who would win.

Just as the sound of the piano was getting deeper and deeper, a wave suddenly hit the side of the ship, causing the ship to sway slightly. Xiao Chen didn't care and continued to play the piano, but the waves became faster and faster, causing the ship to shake.

Finally, he seemed to notice something wrong, and immediately stopped the music and swept his consciousness out. However, when his consciousness reached dozens of miles away, it seemed to be suddenly blocked by something and could no longer move forward.

At this moment, his expression immediately became solemn. In the past six months, nothing had ever been able to block his consciousness. What was ahead?

Without hesitation, he immediately put away the piano and went to the deck outside. He saw huge waves in front of him, and even a storm rolled up, causing the sea water to form a column flow and lead it to the sky. Mortals call this "dragon sucking water", but at this moment, he clearly felt an extremely powerful force, and that force was not the flow of underwater spiritual power he had encountered before.

The waves ahead were becoming more and more fierce. At this moment, Xiao Chen did not dare to fly his sword into the air rashly, nor did he dare to easily send out his spiritual sense, because he did not know what was ahead. At this moment, he could only stabilize the boat and use his strength to make the boat ride the wind and waves and move forward quickly.