Ye Qingyu came to the dock reef.

The strange bright red sea water rolled, and the splashed water fell on the clothes. A few low hissing sounds instantly came, and it was seen that the clothes were corroded and several holes were broken.

Ye Qingyu was shocked.

Someone next to him threw a golden shield into the sea of ​​blood.

Hissing!

With the light sound, the golden shield at the level of spiritual weapon instantly turned into a stream of white smoke and was annihilated.

Everyone's faces turned pale at this moment.

The power of blood-colored sea water is far beyond everyone's previous imagination.

Even the shield at the level of spiritual weapon can melt instantly. Although the people on the isolated island are of great strength, if they accidentally fall into the sea of ​​blood, their flesh and blood will not be able to withstand it for long.

This means that riding a boat crossing the sea is extremely dangerous.

And it's such a small boat.

Everyone hesitated a little.

"This is simply a world of death." The middle-aged swordsman was angry and slashed on a blood-red reef under his feet with a sword. With a clang, the light burst out, and sparks splattered everywhere. Several gaps were opened on the sword, but the reef left no trace.

Very hard!

Only then did everyone realize that even the reefs and islands they were stepping on were so extraordinary.

Some people repeatedly used their methods, but they could not leave any trace on the reef, and they could not even cut off a small stone.

Ye Qingyu also tried it, but it was unsuccessful.

When I looked at the bloody sea water again, I was even more surprised. Such a hard reef was washed away by the bloody sea water. I don’t know how many years have passed. Did the bloody sea and reef have existed since the age of gods and demons?

"This reef is so hard that it may be a material for refining tools..."

Ye Qingyu was a little unwilling to accept it.

He wielded a trace of the true meaning of the Dragon, and his right hand silently turned into a dragon claw, grabbed a reef slightly, exerted force suddenly, and finally the dragon claw pierced into the reef, breaking off a reef the size of a fist.

Success.

The power of the dragon is indeed terrifying.

Ye Qingyu was overjoyed.

He turned his head and looked around.

Most others were paying attention to the boat.

The old man with the iron armor discussed with the others, walked over, bent down and reached out, grabbed the broken cable like a straw rope, and pulled the broken boat over.

Ye Qingyu carried his body on his back, and used the sharp claws of the dragon to break down dozens of reefs in succession, and carefully stored them.

"Brother, come on the boat quickly. We are going to cross the sea." Ximen Ye said, jumping onto the boat and waved and shouting.

Ye Qingyu nodded.

This time there was no competition or killing. A total of ten people were all on board.

Someone took off the oars hanging on the side of the boat and began rowing.

Ten people happened to be sitting on the boat, which didn't seem too crowded. If two more people were added, they would probably have to stand and there wouldn't even be room to sit down.

"We take turns rowing." The old man in iron armor suggested.

No one objected.

Ye Qingyu sat behind the boat, Song Xiaojun sat side by side with him, and in front was Ximen Ye said with Qin Zhishui.

The other strong men didn't care much about Ye Qingyu, the "little white-faced" who came into the Divine Sect with a woman. Even the old man with a kind look always looked kind and kind, had never spoken to him. Only Qin Zhishui, who knew Ye Qingyu's true identity, would occasionally turn his eyes to Ye Qingyu, but would not say anything.

Ye Qingyu was too lazy to talk.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the wind and waves are not very big.

In less than half an hour, the island disappeared.

Every hour, everyone would change people to row.

Ye Qingyu was assigned to the fourth wave, and it was Ximen Ye who rowed with him.

The moment he held the rough red oar like rotten wood, Ye Qingyu couldn't help but take a closer look. He didn't know what material the oar was made of. He was as heavy as steel, but the tactile material was the same as ordinary wood. It was covered with mottled cracks and dense small holes like wormholes, just like the decaying wood pulp that ordinary fishermen had not used for many years.

When the red oars penetrated into the water, there was a faint mist surging, and gurgling bubbles emerged from the bloody sea water.

Ye Qingyu slides the oar.

Although everyone was suppressed by the power of the mysterious energy, they were all powerful people in the sea of ​​bitterness after all, and their physical strength should not be underestimated. When rowing, the boat sped like an arrow, cutting through layers of slight waves, breaking through the ocean, and galloping forward.

One hour later, it was the turn to change shifts.

Song Xiaojun's order has arrived.

Ye Qingyu looked at Song Xiaojun, and then said to others: "I'll take her class for her."

The old man in iron armor smiled and said, "It's all up to voluntary. If you want to take a slash, no one will stop you."

Ye Qingyu nodded and continued to scratch.

Song Xiaojun looked at him and did not speak, but sat quietly in place.

If she hadn't seen the invincible picture of the dark flame power when she took action, I'm afraid many people would regard this girl with a golden hollow mask as a noble family who is invincible. Wherever she sat quietly, the wind from the bloody ocean blew her dark red hair, like a jumping flame. Among everyone, Song Xiaojun's color is undoubtedly the most suitable for this dark red world, whether it is hair color or the color of her clothes.

It gives people the feeling that she originally belonged to this world and was the indigenous people of this world.

Everyone on the boat looked at the girl with a fearful look.

Because everyone understands that the strongest girl on this boat is probably the girl from the Dark Immortal City.

Just as she was competing for the qualification of the Divine Sect, she easily brought Ye Qingyu in. With a palm from afar, even the power of the Taoist weapon was shocked to fly backwards. Most of the people on the boat could not ask themselves about such power.

So when people looked at Song Xiaojun with awe, people also looked at Ye Qingyu with a look of contempt and envy.

Especially the fact that Ye Qingyu took the initiative to help Song Xiaojun row the boat just now was regarded by some people as trying to please and curry favor with this strong girl.

"Girls are easy to cheat."

"I didn't expect that handsome guy would have such a role. This kid is really a novice-faced person. Just by his face, he was infiltrated into the divine sect..."

Someone looked at Ye Qingyu with a strange look.

Some people also looked at Ye Qingyu, Song Xiaojun, and Ximen Ye said, and the expression in their eyes became even more obscene.

Song Xiaojun is a girl. Although her strength is terrifying, she is young and light after all, and it is understandable that she was deceived by some novice faces. But the problem is that Ximen Ye said that she was a sturdy dark scholar. Why did she protect that novice face so much?

Could it be...

Some evil thoughts surge into the hearts of some people.

The boat traveled through the sea like an arrow from a string for five or six hours.

There was still a rolling sea of ​​blood around. The dark red clouds in the sky made the whole world, filled with a heart-pounding dark red, as if it was a blood-stained world. Although no one said anything, everyone on the ship seemed extremely depressed.

There is nothing else to see except the sea and clouds.

In the sky, the huge word "天" seems to be eternal and still flashing with strange light? Mysterious power continues to spread out from the light of the handwriting, vast and magnificent, and do not hesitate to suppress the energy power in everyone's bodies.

The old man in iron armor rubbed his face and smiled and said, "The atmosphere is a bit too depressing. Why don't we chat, let's talk, haha, I rely on my seniority and make a living, let's talk about something... It's strange. Logically speaking, every time the Divine Gate is opened, there are twelve people in. Why are there only ten of us this time? If you look closely at this swoo boat, you will find that this swo boat should be able to accommodate twelve people."

"That's true, I'm thinking about this question too." Someone nodded.

The middle-aged swordsman sneered and said, "What is the number of openings every time? It's twelve, but there is no limit. It must be human. If someone insists on bringing a dog in, what's the solution? It's originally a human qualification and it's occupied by a dog."

In an instant, some eyes fell on Ye Qingyu and Daigou Xiaojiu.

Ye Qingyu smiled and said nothing.

Daigou Xiaojiu became angry: "Wang, what do you mean? What's wrong with dogs? Come on, come on, fight with Master Dog, I can't bite you to death, I will take your surname."

"Okay, I want to see your dog's teeth..." The middle-aged swordsman was also angry.

Someone immediately laughed.

It is absolutely not a good thing to have a dog take his surname.

The hooked nose, which controls the meteor hammer, quickly grabbed the middle-aged swordsman and said something in his ear.

The middle-aged swordsman realized that he was actually being verbally plotted against by a dog.

His slightly narrowed eyes were filled with unconcealed murderous intent: "If someone hadn't protected you, you would have chopped you up long ago."

Daigou Xiaojiu was not showing any weakness: "If my master hadn't let me kill animals, you would have only had a bunch of bones left."

"You..." The middle-aged swordsman was so angry that he smoked from his seven orifices, and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"Everyone, everyone, please calm down and calm down. Now is not the time for internal conflict," the old man in iron armor quickly stood up as a peacemaker and said, "We are now grasshoppers on a rope, and we must work together to save our strength first..."

Ye Qingyu pulled Daigou Xiaojiu back, not letting this guy continue to attract hatred.

It can be seen that the hooked nose and the middle-aged swordsman seemed to have joined forces secretly. One of them, one of them, was at a loss at Ximen Ye's hands, and the other offended Song Xiaojun, could be regarded as a shared hatred for the enemy and united with each other, which is reasonable.

This made Ye Qingyu suddenly realize that there were ten people sitting quietly on the boat, but who knew who was sleeping with whom, and who was planning something in secret. Even this seemingly friendly old man might be planning something in his heart.

Once the boat is docked, it is approaching the [Runish Emperor] palace, and then I am afraid it will be a fight immediately.

The bloody scene at that time will definitely be even more terrifying than when competing for the qualification of the Divine Sect.
Chapter completed!