Look at the dock again.

Mo Zun and others stood on the Mo family warship, squeezing the boat gang with both hands, and in the waves that had been raised more than ten meters, their faces were pale and their eyes were indescribable.

"What's going on? In the fairyland, such a terrifying wave could appear? What's going on?!!!!!!!!!!"

Mo Zun opened his mouth wide and let out a roar of roar.

They have never seen such a terrifying natural ocean changes in the South China Sea fairyland.

This is simply a power to destroy the world!

In addition to the shock brought to him by the ocean storm, what made him feel that his soul and soul were broken was that there had never been such a terrifying natural scene in the South China Sea fairyland.

His thoughts at this moment were exactly the same as those of Mr. Long and Bu Yingjiu.

Could it be that the innate formation has failed and the South China Sea fairyland will no longer exist?

"Look, even God doesn't let you go, where are you going?"

Ming Fang, who knew the truth of the formation, stood on the dock with a smile on his face, and looked at the crowd of Mo family masters who were swayed by huge waves and absent-minded on the boat.

As a monk at the bottom, he always bows his head when he sees these people, and wishes to kneel on the ground to pay his respects.

When did you see these powerful men who are always arrogant and look so embarrassed?

And, in front of yourself.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Mo Zun couldn't stand it anymore. The attack of natural disasters and the fear deep in his heart made him completely abandon his identity at this moment, staring at Mingfang with red eyes: "Don't tell me that you made this wave! This is impossible! You can't deceive me!"

Such a terrifying natural disaster can occur in the South China Sea fairyland protected by the innate magic circle.

How is this possible?!

Mo Zun could not believe it, and was even more unwilling to accept it.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin. Since you insist on leaving, then leave. I have to go back and call some people. There are so many people on your boat and so many corpses in a while. It's not easy to catch up with us..."

Ming Fang laughed at him, turned around and walked out.

"Stop it! I will give you all these goods!"

"But only if you can let the storm stop! Can you do it?"

Mo Zun roared.

He didn't believe that the casual cultivator who lives at the bottom of the island in front of him, who is not even considered ant in his eyes, could control such a terrifying sea storm.

But now, he has to give it a try.

Otherwise, this storm would not only tear his body apart, but also destroy his nerves.

"Are you sure?"

Ming Fang stopped and looked back: "There are a lot of goods on this ship. Just give it to me like this, aren't you afraid that Mo Wanqian will cause trouble for you when you go back?"

After all, Mo Zun is just a manager under Mo Wanqian. He is only responsible for transporting and handing over these goods, but he does not have direct rights to deal with them.

If he throws all the goods on the ship on Longhu Island, he will inevitably be punished by Mo Wanqian when he returns.

"You don't have to worry about this. I have followed Lord Mo for decades. I can still do this, but if you dare to break your promise..."
Chapter completed!