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A group of disciples rushed to the sea.

See those ink dragons slowly retreating.

Didn't catch up to the surface.

All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a quantity is really scary.

Ning Meng quickly counted the number of disciples.

Found no one left behind.

Only then did he sit on the submarine with relief.

There are such large-scale black dragons under the sea.

It seems that it is not easy to pass directly.

We still have to discuss it with Mo Lian.

Ning Meng shook his head.

The proposal ended tonight’s sea diving trip.

Da Kong grabbed Bai Yu.

Listen to the other person's plea for mercy.

I really want to slap him.

This guy is not good at anything, but he is best at running away.

Why don't you teach him a lesson tonight?

Da Kong really couldn't swallow this breath.

Get out of the submarine.

Song Siming looked at Bai Yu who was begging for mercy again and again.

He looked away and landed on the ink-like sea surface in the night.

This trip is indeed dangerous.

It is difficult for a single skill to be effective under the sea.

Fortunately there were no casualties on this trip.

Otherwise, it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the next operation.

The disciples of Mo Jiao on the shore saw Ning Meng and his party in such a mess.

They all came forward to ask questions.

By the way, Qianzhou was pulled back to the underground stronghold.

Mo Lian was also on the shore at this time.

After listening to the entire story dictated by Ning Meng.

His expression gradually became serious.

"If I guess correctly, the one at the bottom is probably Beilong Palace.

Only Beilong Palace has such a large number of black dragons. "

Beilong Palace is recognized as the strongest among the four palaces.

Led by the Molong clan.

The strength of their ancestors is unfathomable.

I'm afraid this trip won't be easy.

"Why call them Molong?"

Bai Yu, who was beaten down and down, asked.

He couldn't think of the difference between Mo Jiao and Mo Long.

“According to them, our land dragons are not orthodox.

Therefore, since they are descendants of dragons, they call them dragons. "

This matter is not a secret.

Chun Chun is Mo Long, and he looks down upon the dragon snake that only lives in small rivers and large lakes on land.

When Mo Lian talked about this, his tone was somewhat mocking.

Descendants of true dragons?

Fortunately they dare to say it!

"Uncle Master, how can we enter the Beilong Palace?

Is Second Senior Sister here in Beilong Palace? "

Ning Meng was still concerned about whether he could reach the Dragon Palace smoothly.

Regarding the problem between dragons.

She had no interest at all.

Finding the second senior sister is the key.

“Beilong Palace has always been xenophobic, but they drove you away before you even dived under a thousand feet.

I have to think of another way. "

Mo Lian shook his head with a wry smile.

There is no good solution today.

But it will be easier if you know where the Dragon Palace belongs.

A huge southern border.

It shouldn't be difficult to find a way to get to Beilong Palace smoothly.

There are many cultivators in the southern region who are obsessed with the Deep Sea Dragon Palace.

Studying the way to the Dragon Palace.

Maybe start with them.

When Ning Meng heard this, a look of helplessness appeared on her face.

I have to wait here for a while.

If you go to sea rashly again.

I'm afraid it will completely anger those black dragons in Beilong Palace.

light or heavy.

Ning Meng knew the pros and cons.

Immediately let Juzhou's disciples disperse.

Go back and rest.

The disciples who were bored in the sea each left with smiles on their faces.

They were really afraid that Ning Meng would not give up.

Keep them diving.

That would be too much torture.

Song Siming heard that diving into the sea would be postponed.

The thought of visiting Fifth Senior Sister came up in my mind again.

No matter how.

He had to take a look.

With all kinds of thoughts on his mind, Song Siming returned to the place where the disciples of the Sword Sect lived temporarily.

They live separately from the disciples of Shanmen.

In order to reduce unnecessary friction.

But as soon as he arrived at the residence, Zeng Qing walked up with a serious face.

"Sect Master, the man you brought back has woken up."

Her tone was strange and somewhat unnatural.

Song Siming had never seen Zeng Qing like this.

Thinking of the man covered in bugs.

Song Siming couldn't help but become a little curious about it.

Then he nodded to Zeng Qing.

Follow her to the room where the man is.

"metropolitan!"

Two male disciples of the Sword Sect guarding the door.

Seeing Song Siming coming, they all came forward to greet him.

Song Siming did not dare to neglect.

They each said "Senior Brother" to them.

Fang Che, who was in the room, heard the noise.

He cast his gaze and met Song Siming's eyes.

At this time, Fang Che put on the Qinglian Sword Sect disciple uniform again.

There was unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

He just nodded silently to Song Siming.

And he also shouted "Sect Master".

When Song Siming arrived, he had already heard Zeng Qing's general remarks.

I didn't expect that Fang Che would do such bizarre things.

However, there are also many doubts.

Why hasn't the mayfly in Fang Che's body emerged as an adult after thousands of years have passed?

And what he said cannot be proven at all.

You can't just learn the Qinglian Sword Technique.

Are you a disciple of the Sword Sect?

Then Song Siming can't call Ximu "Master"?

Song Yantong also had such thoughts.

So Fang Che was temporarily placed under house arrest.

Wait for Song Siming to come back and make a decision.

"Senior Brother Fang Che, I have a lot of doubts about you.

I have no choice but to leave you here. "

Song Siming entered the room and took a look at Fang Che.

Not too much beating around the bush.

State your attitude directly.

Fang Che is already waiting to die.

All that awaits him is a belated fate.

Song Siming didn't want to cause trouble.

If Fang Che is really a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Then you can die next to your fellow disciples in the end.

It can be regarded as the last touch of tenderness given to him by fate.

"I want to go into the sea!"

After listening to Song Siming's words quietly.

Fang Che suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Song Siming.

He had a hunch that the junior sister who sank into the sea with him was not dead yet.

Fang Che wanted to enter the sea of ​​insects again to find her back.

I also heard from Song Yantong about his physical condition.

Anyway, his life is short.

With the insect alive, the sea of ​​insects will never pose a threat to him again.

So Fang Che wanted to trace back thousands of years ago.

That figure that he never caught.

“Senior Brother Fang Che, I cannot decide this matter alone.

You should rest here for some time first. "

Song Siming was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't expect Fang Che to make such a request.

But at this time, the black dragons in the sea were watching with eager eyes.

Going into the sea is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

And Fang Che couldn't leave their eyes.

Just in case Fang Che is really meticulous.

If you make this mistake, you will lose everything in the future.

After many considerations.

Fang Che can't leave here for the time being.

"Okay! But I think I don't have that much time..."

Fang Che heard what Song Siming meant.

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, he.

Understand all the decisions Song Siming made.

All for the Qinglian Sword Sect.

So he didn't go against Song Siming.

Just whispering about his situation.

Song Siming walked out of the room silently.

He glanced at the long sword in his hand.

It just feels very heavy.

"Senior sister, I will be going out to visit an old friend in the south these two days.

I'll leave it to you to take care of things here. "

Seeing Song Yantong walking over with freshly cooked vegetable porridge.

Song Siming said to him softly.

Song Yantong was about to reply, but she saw Song Siming holding his sword and turning around to leave.

He had no choice but to take back the words that came to his lips.

Zeng Qing, who was standing by, shook his head repeatedly.

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