Defending the Nine Heavens

After sailing on the bottom of the sea for about six or seven days, when the old Wang woke up, he saw that the scenery outside the glazed window had changed from the bottom to the surface.

　　 Is this coming?

Pharaoh has been bored for the past few days. When he walked to the deck, Winnie and others were all there. De Broglie and Mermosang had also left the customs, standing at the bow of the ship. Overlooking.

　　 "Captain Wang Feng, the Dark Demon Island is in front of him." Mo Mo Sang pointed to the hazy white mist ahead.

At this time, the speed of the ship has obviously dropped, and the fog on the sea is scary. The thick white fog makes it impossible to see ten meters away. The four huge soul crystal searchlights make the thick beam of light look like a sharp light. Inserted into the white mist like a sword, and swept back and forth, judging the location of some hidden reefs ahead.

After slowing down for about ten minutes, the hull shook slightly, as if hitting the shore with thick cushions. The soul-refining puppet sailors quickly threw the anchor down to hook the ground, and then jumped vigorously. Going down, busy for a while, quickly fixed the Bone on the shore.

The fog here is slightly smaller than the sea surface, but it still affects everyone's sight. Winnie and the others have already carried their burdens. At this time, looking at the hazy shore of the white mist, Winnie said: "Leave away, hurry up to finish the fight and flash people, saying, after the fight, you are responsible for sending us back, right? Don't give up if you lose then..."

　　 She was about to jump off as she said, but a dark figure stopped in front of her like a ghost.

"Regardless of the result, wherever the White Bone picks up, they will naturally be sent back." Mo Mo Sang appeared in front of her in a cloak, and the dark shadow of the cloak completely covered his gloomy and ugly face: " However, you don't need to get off the boat, Wang Feng can go in alone."

　　 "Scared? What do you mean?" Winnie was startled, and the rest of the Lao Wang team also looked at Mo Mo Sang unknowingly.

　　 "It's nothing, it's just that the island owner wants to see Wang Feng." Mo Mo Sang said lightly without explaining much.

"I'll rub..." Winnie's face is black. This bit of Sakuman is still shameless. No matter how Sakuman is better than Thunder Road, it is still five to five. Dark Devil Island is a few. meaning? Is it going to be five to one?

　　 "Isn't the challenge six-a-side? The Dark Devil Island can't be so blatantly speaking, right?" Keila frowned.

　　 "Yes! No such rules, I protest!" Winnie added immediately.

　　 But Mo Mo Sang stopped talking, just looked at Wang Feng faintly.

　　 "Okay," Old Wang smiled. He knew that Dark Devil Island would not play cards according to common sense, but he didn't know how they wanted to play.

　　 But the opponent's arrangement made Lao Wang more at ease. If everyone in the Lao Wang team is called in, then we must be careful about whether the opponent will actually kill people.

　　 As for the name of the Li family or the Rose Lei family, to be honest, they are useless on Dark Devil Island.

　　 "Just wait for me here." Lao Wang said as he got off the boat: "It shouldn't take too long."

　　 Mo Mo Sang and De Broglie disappeared into the thick fog on the shore with Wang Feng, leaving the other five members of the Lao Wang team staring at each other on the beach.

　　 After the three of them had walked inside for a while, Marpel spread his hands slightly, and a cobweb quietly stretched out, digging into the depths of the mist... But soon it came out again.

Unable to explore, Marpel felt that after the spider silk entered, he felt like he had entered a maze. Without talking about bumping into walls, he could not detect the direction at all. The thick fog not only blocked the line of sight, but even had the effect of blocking the transmission of soul power. Nothing can be done with spider silk.

Winnie next to her was still concentrating on controlling something. She also threw out a soul card just now. As a soul beast master, she obviously controls more than one soul beast, except for the main soul beasts used in combat. Small things are more practical in many cases.

Just now she released a little soul beast that looks like a Shar Pei, still wearing green clothes, wearing a green sun hat, dressed up in a splendid fashion, quite eye-catching, and then plunged under Winnie's control. In the mist, the speed is fast, like a green light.

Winnie kept her eyes closed, her expression serious and focused, as if she was connecting with the spirit beast, feeling everything the spirit beast saw, but she did not hold on longer than Marpel, taking the spider back in Marpel. After about half a minute, she suddenly opened her eyes, gasped out, gritted her teeth and cursed: "Fuck!"

"what happened?"

"There is a monster!" Winnie's small face was a little pale, but she refused to talk about what she had found just now, and only said: "The green hat was almost killed just now, but luckily he escaped back to the soul card seal in time... Not very strong, but it is much faster than all of us, even it just barely escaped..."

　　 Everyone looked at each other.

　　 Facing an ignorant mist, a maze that even Marpel’s spider silk can’t explore, a monster that almost lost his life even the fastest soul beast in Winnie’s hand... follow it in? How to get in, I'm afraid I can't get in if I lose my life.

"Then you can only wait, huh?" Fantasy swallowed and rubbed his shoulders. He always felt that the mist was gloomy. If he really wanted to let him in, he would really rather just be here with the enemy. step.

"You can only wait here." Winnie looked unhappy, but she was a little helpless. This is the Dark Demon Island, not the back garden of the Li family, but after the depression, her eyes turned stubbornly. "Why don’t we take the opportunity to study and study the Bone? Huh, I am so upset. When we go back, we will **** the Bone from him. We will keep doing everything and take all the other people on this ship. Get rid of it all! Huh, it's just a matter of administering some medicine. Even the ghost class is also overhauled. No one is better at doing this than the old lady!"

As soon as 　　's words fell, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, the ghost-level puppet on the deck looked at Winnie with a pair of hollow but scary eyes.

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　　 "I'm just kidding... Didn't you say that these puppets were unaware?" Winnie was startled and lowered her voice, but after all, she didn't dare to mention the bone robbing.

　　…………

　　 Not to mention the Lao Wang team on the beach, the Lao Wang and others in the mist, but it was another scene at this time.

　　 As he got into the fog, Mo Mo Sang seemed to be following a certain pattern three steps left and seven steps right. After walking like this for about four or five minutes, Lao Wang only felt that his eyes suddenly became bright.

The surrounding fog has completely dissipated, and I can even clearly see the whispering mouths of Winnie and the others on the beach not far away, but obviously they can't see themselves... This is a super large enchantment. There is also a top-level blindness technique, I am afraid that it can't be done by a few simple rune formations, tusk tusk, cowhide glass!

This is a large island that looks quite peaceful on the outside. There are dense trees in front, and the sound of birdsong can be heard. It is completely different from the dark magic island that should be like purgatory in the old Wang’s imagination. The fog is a blinding trick, it’s peaceful. Will the appearance be the same?

　　Open...

　　 A golden light flashed in his eyes. With the existence of the two Sky Soul Orbs and the practice of this period of time, Lao Wang could already open the worm eyes quite skillfully without being discovered by others.

　　 At this time, the worm's eyes opened, and the eyes suddenly changed.

　　 The roads are real, the trees are real, and the sounds of birds are real, but under the observation of the insects' eyes, the state they show is completely different from just now.

The gravel road that looked like a sunny avenue turned into a small path full of mud pits in the eyes. The lush trees around were also withered. The trunks were brown and dry, and the bare forests were bare and there were no branches or leaves on them. The crisp bird song has turned into a variety of frog calls and strange sounds.

This is just a superficial change. When the worm-eye experience reached its extreme, Lao Wang felt that the entire island was like a huge lid, and under the lid, there was a terrifying dark red swirl, deep and pitch-black inside. In the end, it contained dark power that shocked Lao Wang. It was like an extinct volcano, with a calm surface and undercurrent surging inside.

　　 And in the distance, in the depths of this island, there is a very pure power of holy light rushing into the sky, together with this lid-like island, firmly suppresses the dark red vortex below, making it impossible to move.

　　 It smells like Dinghai Shenzhen... Then what is suppressing it?

　　 Old Wang narrowed his eyes, and felt that this dark magic island became more unusual.

　　 Mo Mo Sang and De Broglie did not intend to follow him further. After taking him through the fog, they stood in front of the dignified avenue.

　　 "The rest of the road is up to you." Mo Mo Sang said lightly, "Go straight along this road."

　　 Wang Feng nodded, and if he comes, he will be at ease. The power of the holy light that suppresses evil in the center of the Dark Demon Island is quite pure, but it makes Lao Wang feel a sense of peace and harmony, and he becomes more and more curious about the most mysterious place in the rumor.

　　 He didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the road.

　　 Behind him, Mo Mo Sang and De Broglie watched until Wang Feng was already far away, and De Broglie finally felt that he could get rid of the ban, and said happily, "Brother, do you think he can survive?"

Mo Mo Sang glanced at him and didn't say a word. He thought it was the end, but he didn't expect that De Broglie didn't wait for him to answer, and then said to himself: "Tsk, I don't know! What do you think, this guy looks pretty and flexible, but what a pity... Oh, Brother Mo Mo Sang!"

　　 Mo Mo Sang took a deep look at him, and finally decided to draw him ‘a period’, he hummed.

It’s okay if this is not a response. As soon as he responds, even if De Broglie’s chat box is opened, the talk is greatly increased: "This road, even if we are from the Dark Devil Island, must follow the designated route, otherwise it will all Is there death or no life, such an outsider, why should he live?"

　　 "……"

"If you walk in a straight line, you will have to pass seven levels. I heard that this guy walked the road of thunder in Sakoman before. Hey! The road of our Dark Devil Island is comparable to the road of thunder...Huh? Brother? Wait for me, brother, I always remember the wrong way! Okay, OK, can I stop talking? How about... one last sentence?"

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　　 In front of Chongshen's eyes, the illusory blindness is almost meaningless.

　　 Old Wang walked along the tattered path and bald trees all the way, feeling that the sky was getting darker.

　　 The fog started to start again, but this time it was not a vain psychedelic, but a real thick fog, which became bigger and bigger, and soon reached the point where it was difficult to see.

The air humidity here is amazing, and there are many puddles on the ground under your feet. From time to time in the bald woods on both sides there are some shocking and strange sounds, which seem to be the temptation of ghosts, monsters, or just some unknown monster. .

As someone else, in such a dense fog that can’t see things, as long as you are slightly affected by the strange sounds in the woods on both sides, I’m afraid you will lose your sense of direction immediately, but who is the old king... The effect of is no longer great, Lao Wang simply closed his eyes, and just walked straight forward, the ghost sounds on both sides seemed to have no effect on him, and he could not even make his straight footsteps appear to be deviated.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, half an hour, an hour? Suddenly, there was the sound of water flowing in my ears, and a gust of fishy wind blew on my face.

　　 Lao Wang opened his eyes and looked around, only to see that he had walked out of the bare tree forest unknowingly and came to a small river beach.

　　It seems a bit inaccurate to say that it is a river, but it is more like a river, a blood-red river! The other side was a thousand meters away, and what was rolling in the river was not ordinary water, but crimson blood! It gurgled and rolled in the blood river, and the screams of ghosts and wolves howl came from the river surface, and occasionally I could see dry arms sticking out from the blood river, or another The horrified head, half rotten, wanted to escape from this **** river. But soon, there were more withered hands in the blood river, grabbing the guys who wanted to flee, pressing them back, and sinking into the bottom of the river...

There is no end in sight on the upper stream of the blood river, but the lower stream seems to lead to a crypt. A truncation appeared about hundreds of meters away, like a waterfall, with endless blood engulfing Naxi’s frightened bones and dead souls. Heigulongdong crashed straight down below, not knowing where it would end up.

　　啧啧, it seems that Winnie and the others are right not to follow. The environment here is really not conducive to the growth of children.

　　 On the other side of the blood river, a faint light can be seen, as if illuminating Wang Feng and giving directions.

　　 It seems that I want to cross this blood river.

　　 Lao Wang searched around for a while, but the river was empty, except for the stones on the ground, there was nothing else.

He pondered for a while, picked up a stone and threw it out into the blood river, and saw the stone drew a beautiful arc in the air, puffing~ it fell to a hundred meters away, but there was no change. .

　　 Is it not far enough?

　　 Lao Wang picked up a bigger stone again, and tried again. If it still didn't respond, Lao Tzu would summon the ice bee to fly over.

　　 He took the stone in his hand, and was about to throw it, but he heard a gloomy song from the river surface: "Throwing stones, asking for directions...throwing stones, asking for directions..."

　　 Old Wang narrowed his eyes, and saw a boatman swaying toward this side holding a narrow canoe.

The boatman was wearing a black hat, a cloak of the Dark Devil Island, and a long pole. On the bow of the canoe, a clear light that flickered and dimmed brightly, which looked really good. The posture of the two-point ferryman was that the singing was really unflattering, sounded quite mechanical, like a block of sputum in his throat, and the old Wang was anxious for him.

The boatman stopped one meter from the shore. The black hat and the shadow-like cloak had a special spirit-isolation effect. Even with the eyes of the insect god, he couldn’t see what he looked like at all, but he just felt the voice of speaking. It seemed a little weird: "Do you want to board this ship to hell?"

　　 Old Wang smiled: "Do you want money?"

　　 "No money." The ferryman's boatman's voice was as rigid as ever: "Death."

　　 "Say it early!" When Lao Wang heard it, instead of being frightened, he jumped up happily: "Just don't need money!"

　　 The ferryman seemed a little surprised. Under the shadow of the black cloak, a pair of weird green eyes blinked: "Then sit down."

　　 Wow...

The long bamboo pole in the hand of the ferryman is quite mysterious, with green patterns shining on it, and it is actually a very good Horcrux. He kept the long pole up to the bottom of the river to sail with it. Green pole Wherever he went, countless ghosts under the blood river dodge trembling immediately.

　　 At this time, I saw the blood and water around me churning out, and there were skeletons crawling out, struggling, wailing, and then being dragged back by countless withered hands.

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Lao Wang found that the course didn’t seem right. It didn’t go to the other side, but went all the way down the river. At first, Lao Wang thought it was a natural downward rush of the river, but it was slow. Slow, but the more you look, the less it is.

　　 "Isn't it to the other side?" He asked.

　　 The ferryman smiled miserably: "Those who have spent their lives crossing the river, don't take that path."

　　 "Which one should I go?" Old Wang didn't panic in his heart. If Dark Devil Island wanted his life directly, then there is no need to be so troublesome. To put it more generously, this is just a game.

　　 The ferryman didn't answer, but just put away the bamboo poles, let the canoe quickly descend under the stream of the river, and then pointed his finger at the broken section of the river.

　　 Actually, he doesn’t need to point anymore. Under the turbulent river, the canoe is so fast that the old Wang just leaned forward and took a look, and then he felt the canoe rushing over his head, flying in the sky, and following...

　　 "I wipe it, it's so exciting to play?" Lao Wang was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid of heights.

　　 And the next second...

　　 Boom! Pharaoh, the ferryman, and even the canoe, fell straight into a dark red whirlpool.