Even the foundation-building monster seemed to have encountered something terrifying. He twisted his body and drilled into the water.

Zhao Yang looked up and saw a few sails floating around at the intersection of water and sky.

At first there were three or five pieces, then seven or eight pieces, then - countless pieces!

The sails quickly approached, and a huge fleet appeared in front of Zhao Yang.

The first three golden tower ships were thirty feet high and hundreds of feet long. There were towers hanging on them and countless flags.

The long horns flashed with cold light, and the spiritual lights flashed, which was clearly a powerful magic weapon.

Runes flashed everywhere on the ship, and teams of sergeants were arranged neatly.

After three large ships, one by one, fifty and twenty-foot fast boats rowed the waterline and broke through the waves.

A fleet of hundreds of sailboats formed, setting a long line of more than ten miles.

Still thousands of feet away, Zhao Yang felt a huge pressure coming to his face.

On the big ship, an old man in a purple robe glanced at Zhao Yang, then nodded slightly.

Like thunder and fire, Zhao Yang's sword intent rose into the sky without being controlled, and knocked the flowing clouds in the void into petals and scattered them.

The fleet did not stop and went upstream.

"Great sends you to the county magistrate, Lord He returns triumphantly!"

All the soldiers on the river bowed and blew.

"Is this the power of the Golden Pill Ancestor..." Zhao Yang murmured to himself, and infinite light shot out from his eyes.

One person walked forward, thousands of scenery followed, hundreds of thousands of people shouted, and millions looked up.
Chapter completed!