I just want to stay at home in peace

Chapter 234 This Is God's Will (Part [-])

The old man continued rowing.

It's just that the closer to the center, the more gloomy and cold the old man's expression became.

The center is the most dangerous area of ​​Wangchuan. For more than 3 years, no one has been able to cross it.

No matter how strong Ren Moyun is, he will fall here.

The speed of the boat was very fast, and in a short while the boat crossed to the center of the river. At this moment, the old man coughed lightly, stopped the boat, stretched out his hand to look at Mo Yun and said with a slight smile, "Young master, please pay the boat fare."

"Oh?" Mo Yun laughed, this old man still takes money?
Really...not afraid of death!
Ha ha.

If it weren't for the special nature of this river, the old man would have been dead long ago.

Mo Yun's perception was sharp and tyrannical, so he could tell that the old man in front of him had a special spirit. Once he died, Wang Chuan would also collapse.

If not, Mo Yun would have beaten the old bastard to death long ago.

However, it has reached the center of the river.

It is not impossible to cross to the opposite side.

Sneering twice, Mo Yun finally stopped sitting cross-legged, stood up, and walked towards the old man.

"Is it not only the underworld coins that the boatman collects, or the gold coins from the underworld?" Mo Yun looked at the old man and asked with great interest.

"The guest officer was joking, this is Wang Chuan, and the collection is naturally Ming coins." The old man said with a smile.

"Mingbi, I don't have one." Mo Yun shook his head.

"Oh?" The old man looked at Mo Yun with interest and said, "Since the guest officer has no money, please get off the boat over there."

"You want to ask me to get off the boat?" Mo Yun frowned, and an extremely terrifying breath erupted from his body.

"Young master, please go ahead." However, the old man stiffened and said coldly.

Seeing this, the corners of Mo Yun's mouth twitched, his spirit trembled, his eyes shone with golden light, and he swept towards the old man violently.

After a while, Mo Yun turned around and walked towards the side of the boat.

I guessed right.

"Farewell." After saying that, Mo Yun jumped into the bloody river.

The old man was startled, his expression changed slightly, but he said with a sneer: "Young master, be careful."

However, before the words fell, the old man was startled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

At this moment, Mo Yun was standing on the rolling river, floating on the surface of the river, his white clothes fluttering like an exile.

The bright red blood, like boiling magma, is extremely terrifying, and the long black snake is like a ghost running across the river, extremely frightening.

However, Mo Yun stood here calmly, completely motionless, his clothes fluttering like a painting, giving people an obvious sense of incongruity.

"Young Master, you have such a skill, I admire you." Seeing Mo Yun standing calmly on the river, the old man stroked his beard and laughed.

"Old man, your head is temporarily stored on your neck. You have to take good care of it and don't break it."

Mo Yun smiled and didn't say any more. His expression became concentrated, and a light blue aura floated towards the river at a surprisingly fast speed, disappearing after a while.

Seeing Mo Yun's disappearing back, the old man's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"How is this possible! How can it be possible to display spiritual power in the center of the Wangchuan River? This is impossible!"

The old man's eyes were tearing apart, and he really couldn't figure out why Mo Yun could do this.

After seeing how powerful Mo Yun was, the reason why the old man dared to show his cards was because the boat had already sailed to the middle of the river.

In the middle of the river, the old man has never been afraid of anyone.

In the middle of the river, his strength will increase several times, while Mo Yun will become weaker and weaker.

However, Mo Yun's actions were beyond his expectation.

After a while, the old man sighed softly and murmured: "The old man underestimated his strength, so let him pass this test."

"Devil Lord, I'm sorry for my incompetence." The old man concentrated his attention, bowed to the east, and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha, young man, I hope you can successfully cross the river, so that the old man won't have to stay here any longer!"

On this side, Mo Yun continued to rush towards the river. Every time he took a step, the river surface would be covered with a thick layer of frost.

The long black snake and the ferocious giant insects all dispersed one after another.

Mo Yun's firm back was reflected in the blood-colored river.

At this moment, Mo Yun was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface. He was very fast, but he had to be so fast. If he slowed down a bit, he would sink into the river.

With his feet on the river, the spiritual power in his body became less and less. In this ghost place, Mo Yun's spiritual power consumption was hundreds or even thousands of times higher than usual.

As soon as Mo Yun reached the center of the river, his strength declined inexplicably. At this moment, the consumption of spiritual power was so terrible that even Mo Yun was not absolutely sure that he could persist to the shore.

Of course, even so, with Mo Yun's abnormal physique, it is not difficult to cross half of the river alone.

However, this water of Wangchuan is not ordinary, it is the legendary weak water, even if a feather falls into it, it has to be immersed, let alone a person?

When the spiritual power is exhausted and no more frost can form, Mo Yun will probably sink.

But fortunately, Mo Yun's attribute is tyrannical, even under such circumstances, he still has a poor resilience, allowing him to persist for a while.

It's just that the river is too long. Even if the old man took him halfway through, it would still be difficult to cross it now.

Mo Yun had already seen that there was something wrong with the old man, but he still boarded the old man's boat for this half of the journey.

Mo Yun even thought about snatching the ferry, but later he found that the ferry was a bit special, and he couldn't control it at all, so he had to give up.

Fortunately, the old man carried him so far, otherwise, Mo Yun alone would not have been able to cross such a wide Wangchuan River.

Mo Yun exhaled lightly, the tiredness in his eyes disappeared, and the spiritual power in his body gradually recovered.

……

Sure enough, after leaving the river, his spiritual power was no longer affected.

Suddenly, Mo Yun looked intently at the stone bridge on the bloody river, and was taken aback for a moment.

The originally illusory stone bridge was completely transparent at this moment.

Mo Yun shook his head, looked at the rolling bright red river behind him again, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Mo Yun's expression was fixed, as if he had a feeling in his heart, and he went to the north, where the breath of Qian Kun Seal was located, not far from here.

Moreover, not far away, Mo Yun also sensed a strange but somewhat familiar aura.

In the center of the Wangchuan River, a small boat was moored in the middle of the blood-red river. An old man sat cross-legged on the bow, his eyes slightly squinted, and there was a strange red glow around him, as if he was practicing a certain mysterious technique.

At this moment, the aura of the old man was completely different from the aura Mo Yun had seen. At this moment, his whole body was filled with a wild and domineering aura.

Suddenly, the old man's expression was fixed, his eyes slowly opened, and he looked towards the void, revealing an inconceivable look.

"Have you crossed over?"

"The old man is free?!"

"Cultivation...is back?!"

"Hahaha, it's God's will!"

(End of this chapter)