Thick fog like milk, eerie light accompanied by bizarre chanting echoes.
The tone is strange like rfolk crying blood, mixed with the harsh sound of dragging iron chains. Xian Ashui’s Damin’s conical hat hangs at the edge of the altar, a half-blood-stained ribbon drooping under the brim, while the other two sailors have turned into withered corpses, their flesh clinging tightly to their bones, eye sockets sunken like dry wells.
Li Yan crouched behind the reef, his fingertips gripping the handle of the Duan Chen Blade, not rushing forward.
Outnumbered and outmatched, moreover, these "Sea Monks" exuded a sense of evil, encountering them would lead to marine disasters, likely difficult to handle.
And this scene vaguely made him sowhat uneasy...
"At least three hundred!"
Well-inford Situ Hua, at this mont, his voice also trembled slightly, "According to ’Foreign Miscellaneous Chronicles,’ they eat human spirits, gathering resentnt into Evil Qi. Young Hero Li, Mr. Xian can’t be saved, let’s not act recklessly, lest we invoke disaster and everyone on the ship won’t survive."
"By the way, I heard an old Liuqiu fisherman say that during Han and Tang, whenever they went out to sea, they would offer boys and girls as sacrifices for safe sea routes. During each sacrifice, Sea Monks would appear; later it beca taboo, and no one did it anymore, probably related to this..."
"Han and Tang?"
Li Yan’s brows slightly furrowed, not feeling surprised.
From ancient tis to now, countless things have been subrged in the tide of history.
Just like the ruins he saw in the Daluo Law Realm, guided by Immortal Master Erlang, the statues of deities enshrined within he had never seen before.
The sea is boundless, with all sorts of bizarre things, not surprising.
But after thinking for a mont, Li Yan still shook his head and said, "Mr. Xian has been devoted all along the way, and we don’t have the habit of abandoning companions."
Saying this, he looked at Situ Hua again, saying seriously, "If Brother Situ encountered difficulties, we would save him too; it is a principle."
Situ Hua wanted to refute but was stunned by the words and did not stop, instead nodding and saying, "We need to co up with a surefire plan!"
Seeing Xian Ashui already dragged onto the altar, Li Yan said solemnly, "There’s no ti to waste, make so commotion from afar, draw away the monsters on the outskirts. I’ll use Water Escape to rescue the person, quick and decisive."
With that, he perford a Mantra and spell, rging into the water mist and disappeared.
"Ah... this..." Situ Hua saw it and was imdiately anxious.
This commotion thod hasn’t been discussed yet, how did he just leave.
Looking again at Lv San, he was already pushing the reef with a paddle, letting the small boat leave.
"Don’t act recklessly!"
Situ Hua quickly grabbed Lv San, urgently saying, "This thing is hard to deal with, close, you can’t escape, far, you can’t hit. We need to think of a surefire plan before taking action."
He was already starting to complain.
How did the Twelve Primordial Spirits, with such a reputation, act so recklessly, how have they survived till now?
Lv San stood at the edge of the ship, glanced at him, then took out a fire thorns wrapped in oil paper from his backpack, "This thing is made with new-style gunpowder, Thunder God Ink, vermillion, and other materials, highly effective against evil."
Saying this, he also looked at Eagle Falcon Lidong perched on his shoulder.
Situ Hua suddenly understood, giving a thumbs up, "Clever!"
Soon, the small boat slipped into the misty white waters like a fallen leaf.
Situ Hua silently rowed, while Lv San always stayed ready.
Seeing they had already gone far, he imdiately lit the fuse; Eagle Falcon Lidong clasped the fire thorns tightly in its talons, soaring into the sky.
Amidst the fierce wind and dense fog, the fire thorns fuse hissed loudly.
Then it was accurately thrown three zhang above the altar.
"Boom——!!!"
A loud noise tore through the sea mist, while the glowing minerals embedded in the altar shivered violently when the firelight exploded.
The sacrificial ceremony was disrupted, and the originally orderly "Sea Monk" formation instantly descended into chaos.
These creatures, humanoid heads and turtle bodies, emitted sharp screeches, rushing around like startled sea turtles.
Apparently, despite their human appearance, they were demons; once frightened, they reverted to their beastly nature.
But among them, there were exceptions.
The three "Sea Monks" presiding over the ceremony, their figures were even larger, like sea elephants.
Their bodies were blood-red, adorned with necklaces and crowns made of bone beads and seashells, their eyes showing more intelligence.
"Roar!"
In extre anger, their skin beca even deeper red, raising their heads in fury.
Many of the previously chaotic Sea Monks halted, bending deeply again.
About one-third of the demon Sea Monks rushed toward the source of the explosion.
In the water, they moved clumsily yet swiftly, slicing through the water with their turtle bodies, stirring up murky waves.
With Evil Qi surging all over, they actually stirred up fierce winds and white mist.
From afar, it seed like a white dragon swiftly traveling across the sea.
Li Yan had already positioned himself on the outskirts; at the instant the explosion bood, he kicked his legs, diving rapidly.
The North Emperor Mysterious Water Escape and the Dragon and Snake Card on his waist simultaneously ca into play.
His form completely vanished into the water, darting like a fish, without causing a single ripple.
Around the altar, the chaotic Sea Monk demons were astonishingly oblivious.
In the span of less than three breaths, Li Yan had already subrged at the base of the altar.
Up close, its abnormal nature was even more evident.
It was entirely constructed of reef and shipwreck bones, fused into a whole by so sort of adhesive.
And the glowing minerals seen previously were not embedded but actually "grew" from the gaps in the bones.
The entire surface of the altar was covered in honeycomb-like holes, flickering along with the rhythm of the ceremony.
In his chest, the Hook Paper was scalding hot, full of thirst and desire.
To avoid alarming the demons above, Li Yan had to forcibly restrain himself.
He weaved through the crevices in the altar’s reefs, quickly reaching beneath the altar.
Through the seawater, he could see above the altar, Xian Ashui bound in chains, eyes tightly shut, complexion ashen.
Perhaps due to being a cultivator, this "Sacrificial Offering" was still relatively intact.
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