Chapter 890 Black Spirit Sea

There was not even a flying demon beast on the sea, let alone a cultivator.

The airflow here was a bit chaotic, and the demonic energy and spiritual energy intertwined and entangled, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, appearing very violent and unstable.

Song Rongdao's consciousness quickly swept across the sea, and he did not speak immediately.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the place you mentioned is not here, right?"

The cultivator surnamed Yan looked at Song Rongdao in surprise.

Although this place is far away from the Black Forest Villa, at their speed, it would only take more than a day to fly at full speed, but they flew around for several days before arriving here.

Song Rongdao did not answer his question, but turned his head to look at the young man with a green face.

"Brother Bai, did you find anything?"

The young man surnamed Bai had just retracted his consciousness, and he shook his head woodenly.

"After repeated explorations in the past few days, nothing was found wrong. Where is Fellow Daoist Song?"

The two of them were the most advanced cultivators in the team, and this conversation surprised the female cultivator surnamed Yang and the cultivator surnamed Yan.

"That's why we've been going around in circles. Do you two have any bad feelings?"

While the female cultivator surnamed Yang was speaking, she had already carefully spread her spiritual sense again and secretly gathered her spiritual power.

"It was because I had some bad feelings that I asked Brother Bai to confirm again and again. However, Brother Bai and I haven't found anything in the past two days. It seems that I am too suspicious and may be too nervous!"

Song Rongdao's expression was obviously relaxed. He smiled and answered the questions of the female cultivator surnamed Yang, and also expressed his meaning to the young man surnamed Bai.

He said this, but his heart was still full of doubts. He always felt like someone was secretly spying on him.

He called the cultivator surnamed Bai "Brother Bai", but his real age was much older than any of them here, but others didn't know it.

Song Rongdao stayed in the middle stage of the golden elixir for more than 300 years. If he were a human cultivator, his life span would probably be coming to an end.

If he hadn't been seriously injured before, he should have entered the false infant state long ago.

His experience is much more experienced than that of the cultivator surnamed Bai, especially his perception of death is more acute.

Looking at the three people beside him, Song Rongdao no longer hesitated this time, but directly pinched a "water avoidance trick", pointing to the dark sea below, and the waves that were dozens of feet high from time to time,

"Let's go down!"

After saying that, the spiritual power outside his body flashed slightly, and he fell directly into the waves like a stubborn stone, disappearing in an instant.

"It's really here!"

The cultivator surnamed Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out a sentence.

Then he heard two light sounds of "plop, plop". If it weren't for his high mana, the sound would really be difficult to distinguish under the angry waves.

The other two people beside him had already disappeared without a trace, and they didn't say hello to him at all.

The cultivator surnamed Yan narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the sea surface under his feet.

Although his cultivation here is higher than that of the female cultivator surnamed Yang, she is good at formations, and he seems to be dispensable.

In fact, this is the truth. However, after Song Rongdao encountered a "Dark Spirit Demon Bat", he predicted that there might be other "Dark Spirit Demon Bats" or even other kinds of ancient demon beasts.

He was more cautious and called a few more people with lower cultivation than himself to control the other party.

It would be very useful as a shield for him at that time. His sound wave attack could disturb the other party's mind.

If he attacked the people beside him by surprise, even the cultivator surnamed Bai would be temporarily absent-minded.

At the critical moment of life and death, even half a breath of time would allow him to escape and save his life.

Compared with the cultivator surnamed Bai, the cultivator surnamed Yan is undoubtedly easier to control.

The cultivator surnamed Yan has been friends with Song Rongdao for decades, but he has no idea that Song Rongdao's trump card has never been revealed to him. He still thinks he has mastered the other party's magical skills.

"After we break the restriction and enter the secret cave, it will depend on who has the ability to get more benefits.

Little bitch, I will give you more of my benefits, hehehe...

Just wait for me, after I strip you naked, I will reflect your lewd and ugly appearance in the jade slip, and then let all the cultivators in the world know what you look like when you are happy..."

The cultivator surnamed Yan thought viciously in his heart, and then he pinched the magic formula and plunged into the sea.

The entire sea surface then returned to its previous state, with the waves surging in the roar, but it seemed unusually quiet.

Just more than 400 miles away from where Song Rongdao and the others had just stood, under a Luo umbrella, the four Xingming were whispering.

"Fortunately, we reacted quickly just now, otherwise we would have been discovered by the other party, and they seemed to have sensed it.

It turned out that the place they were going to was in the 'Black Spirit Sea'. Jiang Baibi was too careful, and he took us around for several days!"

Feng Moru said with a smile. Just now, after Song Rongdao and the others stopped, his spiritual consciousness suddenly covered them.

Fortunately, they had been alert and knew that the other party was actually an old monster who had lived for nearly two thousand years and was particularly sensitive to death.

This is how they avoided the other party's detection, and Xuan Caijun touched his smooth chin with his hand.

"They have now entered the bottom of the 'Black Spirit Sea'. Because the demonic energy and spiritual power here are too turbulent, the spiritual consciousness is limited, so we don't have to worry too much about being discovered by the other party!"

After following Song Rongdao and the others for a period of time a few days ago, they discovered that the other party was constantly changing directions while flying, and that spiritual consciousness was frequently transmitted.

Among the Xingbo people, Xuan Caijun and a fake infant monk had to be hung behind him, while the other three once again distanced themselves from each other.

Then after a period of time, Mr. Xuan Cai will give a direction and they will rush there.

Among them, those who said they needed to be somewhat sure that the other party would not discover it almost all thought that only Xuan Caijun could do it.

Li Yan, who was almost outside, remained silent.

If it were him, he would even be 60% sure that he could get within a hundred miles of Song Rongdao and the four of them without letting the other party notice.

Of course, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask for it like this. He doesn't like to expose too much in front of anyone.

This time, when Xingbo and the others approached the direction given by Xuan Caijun again, they found that he did not continue to follow them, but stayed where they were and waited for them.

The "Black Spirit Sea" is a place where the confrontation between demonic energy and spiritual energy is very fierce. Not only the monk's own cultivation cannot be fully exerted, but the spiritual consciousness will also be greatly disturbed.

Therefore, the black and white demon sergeants are not happy to come here to fight, and the number of magical beasts in the sea is becoming increasingly rare.

Li Yan only felt the mixed demonic energy in the air being sucked in, and then jolting left and right inside his body. The demonic energy and spiritual energy seemed to turn his body into a battlefield.

"The various negative emotions in the demonic energy here are more direct. If I came here when I was a foundation-building monk, I would have to leave after a day at most."

Li Yan weighed it in his mind. According to his current cultivation level, he would probably be affected if he stayed here for more than ten days, so this was not a place to stay for a long time.

"What could be here that makes them treat it so cautiously?"

Xingbo looked at the other people.

"Although the 'Black Spirit Sea' is not a place where birds poop, it is not far away. Could it be that there are some unknown treasures growing on the seabed?"

Jun Caijun's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Haha, it's almost time. They should have dived deep enough to follow and have a look. This place is so inaccessible that it's hard to believe that some alien species from heaven and earth may have appeared here!"

Feng Mo entered the whisk and shook it lightly.

Xingbo and Xuan Caijun nodded, and immediately they released their spiritual consciousness. With careful induction, they immediately flew towards the place where Song Rong's knife fell...

At the bottom of the "Black Spirit Sea", Song Rongdao and four others dived all the way down to more than 6,000 feet. The water around them was pitch black and they could not see their fingers.

But for a monk with spiritual energy, he can still see clearly a small area around him, not to mention that the spiritual energy shield outside him is still shining slightly.

What's more, they mainly use their spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings, but their spiritual consciousness is also affected here, so they don't dare to spread out too wide.

In the dark sea water, occasionally some fish as thin as needles would pass by and dive in, but no monks or monsters were found.

There were more and more algae around, and they had to carefully avoid it. As a result, the sinking speed was much slower.

Although these algae pose no threat to them at all, they don't want anyone to cause trouble.

Several people were silent. At this level of cultivation, they all have the skills to nourish their qi.

Although it was dark and depressing all around, there was no

The person appears impatient.

Song Rongdao has been here before, and if he feels it is necessary to remind him of something, he will certainly say it.

Just like that, in the dead silence, four shields shining with spiritual power sank rapidly, like four meteors streaking across the night.

After the four people continued to sink another six to seven thousand feet, coral reefs appeared in front of them, and there were more and more coral reefs, becoming more and more dense.

Everyone can see that this is a steep mountain sunk into the sea.

At this point, Song Rongdao finally stopped sinking. He stood on a protruding rock on the mountain peak. The white spiritual light outside his body flickered slightly. He began to look around.

"Fellow Daoist Song, isn't the secret cave you mentioned nearby?"

The young man surnamed Bai's eyes flashed, and he began to scan around with his spiritual consciousness. Although the other two people did not speak, they were also exploring the surroundings.

But they did not find any aura that contained formation-restricted fluctuations.

"It should be nearby. I've only been here once. I'm looking for the mark I left last time!"

Song Rongdao said this, but his consciousness quietly shot above his head.

After a cup of tea, the other three people looked impatient and were about to ask again.

Song Rongdao suddenly became happy.

"The mark left was found!"

At the same time, he finally felt a lot more relaxed.

He did not hesitate to expend a lot of spiritual consciousness, and finally carefully searched three times within a range of more than a thousand feet, but found no abnormalities.

Even the monk surnamed Bai failed to detect his detection.

"Damn 'Falling Star Valley', when I give birth to a baby, I will be the first to destroy your sect. It has become a frightened bird after so many years."

He cursed in his mind.

Afterwards, Song Rongdao continued to sink along the wall on one side of the mountain without waiting for the urging of the other three people.

This time he no longer sank in a straight line, but from time to time passed through clusters of black corals, passing through bottomless mountain crevices and abyss, and kept going downwards.

In this way, about an hour later, Song Rongdao kept pretending to find the marks along the way amid the occasional inquiries of several people.

Finally, in the doubtful expressions of the other three people, he suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

"Okay, we are here!"

While speaking, he pointed diagonally downward.

At this time, they were standing on a sharp boulder that looked like a huge palm, and they were standing at the top of the tip of the middle finger.

This boulder was located on the steep side of the mountain, like a palm standing up to block part of the mountain.

The back of the palm faced the endless dark sea water, and the palm faced the mountain.

The location pointed by Song Rongdao was a stone wall somewhere on the mountain where their palms were facing.