Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 948: Blood Sea

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Qiu San gave several orders decisively.

"Let all the watchmen come out, release all the watch pigeons, and be sure to find out what happened within a hundred miles. At the same time, all the swordsmen and spearmen are ready to be on standby! No matter what dangers you encounter, I ask everyone to fight back all the enemies who come in the first time!"

Hearing the words, a young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly walked around the ship, calling out for full alert.

Sensed the smell of mountain rain in the air, and the wind filled the building, the sailors, servants, soldiers, etc. on the steel building did not dare to neglect, and they began to execute orders in an orderly manner. At this time, the ship was transformed into a huge war machine, exuding a strong smell of killing and bitterness.

The monks on the deck were completely at a loss, looking at each other, waiting for the development of the situation.

More and more monks in the cabin heard the wind and squeezed onto the deck. What happened to the bottom? !

After many sailors were fully on guard, just a few breaths later, Liu Xuan, headed by the small servants, separated them and ran back to Qiu San with the fastest speed, and he rushed to Qiu San with a nervous expression on his face. .

"President, a faint red mist suddenly appeared a hundred miles ahead, and nothing can be seen clearly inside, filling the entire sea!"

"Huh?"

Qiu.(). San quietly nodded, he thought for a moment, and a flash of extreme fear suddenly flashed across the deepest part of his pupils, as if thinking of something.

Gritting his teeth slightly, Qiu San forcibly maintained a calm expression on his face: "What is the range of the fog? How much visibility? Can you go around?"

"Boundless, the entire sea area in front is covered by the red fog. Although the fog looks very light, there is nothing in it, and there is no way to go around!"

Liu Xuan's voice was already trembling slightly.

In fact, Liu Xuan didn't know what the fog was, but he felt fear and despair instinctively.

"I see..."

Qiu San just thought for a few breaths, and a smile appeared on his face. He smiled and said, "Then turn around. Since I don’t know what’s in the mist, it’s probably not a big deal. There is no need to get close, after all, there is a whole boat here, there is no need to take risks... Send my order, turn around on the spot, let's go back!"

Qiu San's smiling appearance is the same as usual, but Chu Chen can feel the coldness and despair in his spiritual sense. At this moment, his spiritual sense has fallen into an endless abyss.

He smiled, just comforting the people on the boat. This feeling is like knowing that the big ship is going to hell, but he doesn't want to panic everyone before going to hell.

"President, are you sure we want to return to the same place?"

At this moment, a tall and strong figure walked out of the cabin. This man was dressed in red armor and had a heroic face. He was in his early forties, tall and tall, with a stubble face, emitting a war-torn flame. The taste of it is the captain of this steel boat.

He strode to Qiu San with a solemn expression, "Really want to turn back?"

"My purpose is not to turn back, but to avoid the red fog!"

Qiu San smiled faintly, "Who knows that those red mists are unlucky things, let's avoid them first."

Chu Chen faintly felt that he already knew the nature of red mist!

Seeing that the captain was still hesitating, Qiu San spoke again.

"It's like this... The entire sea area in front of you is sealed off and you can only retreat. You have heard a lot of the legends of the West Sea... There are many messy things? Let's not try to risk it, it's okay. Yes, just avoid the red mist!"

Qiu San said lightly, the captain nodded first, but suddenly he conquered, as if thinking of something suddenly.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. What he wanted to say was stopped by Qiu San's eyes, and he bowed his head sadly.

"I understand."

The captain nodded his head again, and walked back to the cabin control room in despair.

Chu Chen's heart has also become more and more disturbed. What kind of person Qiu San is, he may know better than the other monks on the ship, the super power of the Meteor Chamber of Commerce guarding the heavy land of Yinshan Mountain.

Now that you are in desperation like this, you can imagine how terrible the red mist is!

Chu Chen looked at the sea. At this moment, the blue sea horizon ahead was occupied by a light red halo. The red mist was light and elegant, carrying a strange air. The wave blocked the entire sea area, which was already clearly visible with the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the young servant Liu Xuan returned to Qiu San's side, and stopped talking tremblingly.

"Speak." Qiu San's smile became more and more far-fetched.

"The boss of the ship asked me to tell the guild leader, to hide...I can't avoid it...It seems that the fog has been affected by the sea breeze, and our rear is also blocked by the fog...We are trapped by the fog! !"

Chu Chen found Qiu San's eyes darkened, and it seemed that his heart was finally broken. He took a few deep breaths, and the smile on his face faded a little.

"Trouble...We actually encountered this kind of thing, we are afraid that we will not be able to avoid this legendary ‘sea of ​​blood’!"

A calm voice came from behind everyone, and Chu Chen looked back and saw a Xin-long figure standing beside Qiu San with a solemn expression.

He is dressed in white, with yellowish skin, long eyebrows and tiger eyes. He is the second strongest member of the team in this trip to the Western Desolation Region, the Sect Master of Pure Sun Fang Rentang.

Qiu San didn't speak, he understood that paper could not contain the fire at this time.

A charming female nun next to hear the word "blood sea" ~ IndoMTL.com~ Huarong pales, "Sect Master Fang, is this really the legendary "blood sea"?"

"Yes, this is the legendary'blood sea'."

Fang Rentang nodded solemnly, and sighed faintly, "This kind of thing is so weird, I didn't expect us to run into it, President Qiu, what are we going to do?"

Qiu San still did not speak, with a dull expression on his face, as if speechless.

Fang Rentang's pupils contracted and his tone was low, "The sea of ​​blood...that is a legend, a legend that only circulates in the West Sea, and is a nightmare level for all monks."

Among the cultivators, apparently many people who have heard of the legend of the West Sea became dull and their bodies trembled unconsciously.

"It is said that since ancient times, once every 100 years, the sea of ​​blood will randomly appear on the boundless West Sea. The sea area covered by the blood mist is the sea of ​​blood. Once any ship or creature enters the area of ​​the blood sea, there will be no The monk can survive, and the sea of ​​blood can be said to be a sea of ​​monks’ cemetery, a sea of ​​death belonging to hell."