Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 199: Blood Vein Steel Seal (3/3, thanks to the leader of Zhuoyao for the reward!)
The exploration ship adjusted its direction again and headed towards the southwest sea.
Yin En opened the vision horizon from time to time, and with the help of the instrument, he fine-tuned the direction of the captain.
The gloomy and dense rain clouds were stirred by the strong wind, and the dark clouds and mist began to press down layer by layer. Between the clouds and the strong wind, dazzling cyan lightning intertwined into intricate structures, floating on the other end of the southwest sea area, illuminating half of the sky. A distant sea sky.
The storm is getting bigger.
The survey ship sailed towards the southwest sea at high speed, but there were still sea beasts chasing after the ship, which made the original crew feel a little uneasy in addition to being puzzled.
"It's those bloodstains."
Yin En didn't make a move, and Esengard discovered the reason. He noticed that some blood on the ship hadn't been cleared by the storm. It was obviously some kind of dark hands of the natives: "We were locked by the local natives."
The blood was swept away, but it was obviously too late.
"Not just Aboriginal."
In the captain's room, Yin En calmly said to Master Goser: "There must be a traitor inside us—he has something like a signal on his body, otherwise, with our detection speed, the natives would not be able to detect it so quickly. Start encircling and chasing so quickly."
The captain was a little uneasy. Of course he was not a traitor, but except for those professionals, the rest of the crew were his buddies.
It is precisely because he knows his crew that he is uneasy: it is not surprising that those lazy sons of **** were bought by others!
He doesn't want to be linked!
"Did you find anything?"
Since Master Gesai's expression was unexpectedly serious, Yin En asked.
The old man was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "The thunder of this storm... is not right. Yin En, your observation ability must not be able to touch the clouds in the sky, but I can."
"Normal thunder is a natural discharge phenomenon, which will only appear when conditions are met."
Looking up his head, Master Gesai looked at the continuous thunderbolts in the sky, and slowly said: "But these thunderstorms... are all induced by the special spiritual energy field of a certain creature."
Yin En's eyes widened, and he understood the meaning of this sentence almost instantly.
"Yeah."
The old man nodded slowly, and there was no need to say the next thing.
The look of Yin En looking up at the sky also became dignified.
——There is no doubt that the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon at the peak of the first energy level is probably advancing!
At the same time.
Yeguang sea coast.
The huge crocodile stepped on the reef, and the six crimson dragon children stared at the direction of the impossible ship in the far sea.
Rainstorms and thunderstorms criss-cross the luminous sea.
The great shaman Animu...or in other words, the crocodile dragon Animu, is meditating.
Inherited in the secret method of the Sequoia natives, through the highest level of pure sacrifice, the shaman of the second level can be combined with the "totem master" who has received the sacrifice, and become one with human wisdom and magic beast power The 'beast shaman', gain a long life and great strength.
Theoretically, this is true... Shamans can indeed use secret techniques to control the powerful bodies of monsters, almost like seizing a house. The totem master advances to the third energy level and obtains the resources of his own soul and wisdom.
This is an exchange, a purer ritual - the shaman temporarily controls the body of the monsters for several years or more, and the monsters accept their souls, and use these voluntary sublimators as fuel to shape themselves soul and spirit.
The current Animu is both a great shaman and a crocodile... In his mind, there are memories of several past shamans who also integrated themselves into the swamp crocodile, and he also has the strong instinct of the crocodile.
He can still restrain that stupid, savage, utterly ignorant killing and hunting instinct. But in a few years, he will not be able to control his entire body, and in a few years, he may even forget his name.
But that doesn't matter.
"Holy place..."
The crocodile let out a deep roar, and the surrounding mud and sea waves churned in response to the humming of this huge beast.
The 'key' inside the Crocodile Dragon was also churning.
The four keys of the holy land of the ancestors, the key of water, the key of forest, the key of earth, and the key of fog.
Now, except for the water key in the hands of the imperial people, all the keys have been gathered.
The three keys vibrated in his body, it was definitely not just a physical vibration, but also a resonance in his blood—an ancient memory was being revived from the shaman's soul, and he felt a kind of The lofty sense of mission seems to be residing in the depths of his soul like the light tearing apart the dark age.
That's... their mission.
"Find the Holy Land, open the Holy Land..."
He whispered to himself, repeating the words that reappeared in his blood: "The Holy Land is the supreme holiness, the endless wisdom, the belonging and the end of our life longing..."
"The Holy Land...is our salvation."
However, the Holy Land is gradually turning into a labyrinth.
It's part of the natural cycle. He is well aware of this truth.
But the formation of the labyrinth also meant a change in the Holy Land, which he could not accept.
Without any reason, his blood is angry, the will in the deepest part of the body is roaring, the circuit inscribed by the ancient ancestors in the bottom of their soul and body told him...
——No.
—Absolutely not.
——You guys must take out the 'Core Design Drawing' from the 'Land of Inheritance' before the 'Heterogeneous Ecosystem' takes shape.
——We engrave such memory and thinking stamps in our blood, just to preserve the 'fire'!
——Failure is not allowed... Absolutely not allowed, if even this cannot be done... then all descendants of Sequoia Base, and even all creatures in the ecological circle around Sequoia Base, should not exist !
"Failure is not allowed, absolutely not."
Repeating the words and sentences in memory, the great shaman's mind gradually returned to clarity: "The spirit of the ancestors... I understand. No matter what means, I will take back the key from the imperial people."
"This time...as long as the person on that ship can be caught...that noble boy, Grant, no matter how reluctant he is, he must return the key to me."
The Sequoia people and the foreign nobleman did not reach any agreement...the other party only informed some information and was willing to pay a price to ask them to take action.
But from the start, the Sequoias didn't need a price.
This is what they have to do...at all costs!
"And... more than that."
Closing the three pairs of eyes, the great shaman was immersed in his past foreknowledge.
——That boy...the white-haired boy back then, now the Bai Zhimin boy...
In the forecast brought by Futaba of Foresight, there is no such boy. Never before, he never appeared, as if he didn't exist in this world at all.
But he exists - and can, and will, keep sabotaging his plans!
Whether it was the shelling six years ago, or the raid not long ago... this is true.
As expected, none of the troops I sent would encounter them. They were confused but returned safely to the camp.
But the reality is that the reappearing boy of Bai Zhimin killed all the fighters and destroyed his cooperation plan with Fei Yandi... everything went wrong.
The great shaman couldn't understand this matter at first, he didn't know at all why Futaba gave a wrong prediction in the foresight of the holy object...but just before going to sea, he figured it out.
Similar things have happened in history—two big shamans competed for power and profit, and they ate the foreseeable Futaba at the same time, but neither of them could predict the other's actions.
"That child...maybe, is a prophet."
"Only true prophets, those who can see the future under the protection of prophecy, can't be predicted, can't be predicted-as if they don't exist in the future at all!"
"Only a true prophet can make all the preparations, and with the strength of the first level, destroy the entire firearms hunting team!"
Opening their scarlet eyes, the old man and the crocodile let out a low growl at the same time.
—A prophet who wants to hide his identity? Ridiculous... Your enemy is not me at all, but all your compatriots!
Wait, Prophet... Regardless of whether this attack succeeds or not, your identity will be known to everyone in Port Harrison!
Yes, they may not believe it... But how can a prophet who has been suspected and guessed to be a prophet show his strength?
Moreover, he really wanted to see how the Prophet would fight against absolute violence—a mere number one energy-level Wavesinger would never be able to defeat the net that he had set up!
The crocodile no longer controls the mudstone, and it slowly sinks into the water.
A deep shadow lurks in the sea and begins to swim rapidly towards the distant place where the smell of blood comes from.
More than that.
Around the Odell Reef, two huge and slender eel shadows also swam towards the southwest like a spiral, staggered and staggered.
After a lapse of six years, the aborigines once again came out in full force.
At the same time.
West coast of Port Harrison.
Scott came to the seaside, he followed Yin En's instructions, opened the wooden box, and then threw the contents inside into the sea.
Placed in the wooden box was a strand of white hair, containing slight fluctuations in the source quality... He felt that it felt unexpectedly smooth, like some kind of fine silk.
Not long after he threw down his hair, the sound of noisy water came quickly.
It rides the wind and waves with its metallic silver dorsal fin.
An armored shark appeared in front of Scott.
The young city guard and the Iron Shark looked at each other, and both sides seemed to be somewhat familiar... It was the aura of choosing to follow someone.
——It’s amazing, when did Yin En subdue an armored shark?
"Although I don't know if it's reliable, but take it and give this sword to him."
Thinking so in his heart, saying so in his mouth, Scott threw the long sword wrapped in oilcloth to the armored shark, and the giant shark also jumped up, holding the long sword in its mouth.
Plop -- it even wagged its tail as if to say goodbye before returning to the water.
Under Scott's watchful eyes, the Ironclad Shark rides the wind and waves, chasing the breath released by Yin En along the way-it is located in the far southwest sea, in the center of the Thunder Net.
Similarly, on the other side of the sea, a pirate fleet from the east has also set sail... Through the news conveyed by the internal response, their voyage goal is also accurate.
But Yin En raised his head and frowned, he had a premonition of an inexplicable crisis.
"Are you coming? It seems that both the natives and the pirates are going to go."
Although he has known the news for a long time, because the young man can only sense the crisis itself, but cannot know the specific content of the crisis, he is a little worried.
But soon, he loosened his brows.
—In any case, he has made all the preparations.
Even in the worst future, even the future that even the prophets cannot avoid, he has the confidence to survive with his strength.
The wind howled.
Many parties are converging, and a web of conspiracy and mission has been intertwined and formed.
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Updated with 8000 words today, thanks to the leader of Zhuoyao for the reward! There are only so many today, and there will be more changes tomorrow!