A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue immediately removed the fishtail's blindfold, dodged to hide behind the corner of the narrow street, and took the opportunity to see the pursuer.

It was a tall and strong merman, with four shining scales hanging on his chest, and a fierce scar on his cheek, which spread from the brow bone of the left cheek to the cheek.

His status seems to be very high, and everyone around him obeys his orders.

This is the real leader who led the patrol, named Zhiyu.

Zhiyu was holding a sharp trident with a ferocious look. When he found that the target he was following had disappeared, he stopped, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated on sensing Meng Xianjue's position.

The mermaid family has existed since ancient times, and because they have lived in the deep sea for a long time, they have not been greatly influenced by the outside world, so many secret arts have been handed down within the family.

Tracking is one of them.

Numerous bubbles suddenly gushed out around Zhiyu's body, and each bubble was stretched, thinned, and turned into thin threads. They seemed to be endowed with life, and suddenly condensed into a huge beam of light, with a majestic momentum , rushed straight in the direction of Meng Xianjue.

This is the tracking technique of the merman race. As long as the caster has an impression of the target being tracked, then this tracking technique can track the target until death.

Naturally, Meng Xianjue knew how powerful this tracking technique was. He immediately took a deep breath, lowered his body, found the best angle, and flew away by taking advantage of the dead angle of his sight.

Even if his movements temporarily escaped the tracking of the tracking technique, such a big movement would still arouse Zhi Yu's vigilance.

Sure enough, Zhiyu noticed Meng Xianjue's figure, he frowned, and immediately beckoned, all the mermaid soldiers chased after Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue's figure is agile and vigorous, even though the ground inside the dead coral palace is uneven, he still looks like flying, but he is a land person after all, even if he has the effect of avoiding water droplets, he is still no match for groups of sharks , coupled with the fact that there are tracking skills to correct their direction at all times, Meng Xianjue is in extreme danger.

Every merman was vicious, the tridents in their hands gleamed coldly, their fingernails were sharp and sharp, and some of them almost grabbed Meng Xianjue's back.

Injury underwater is extremely dangerous.

The underwater creatures include not only mermaids, but also some dangerous creatures without spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, Meng Xianjue reacted quickly, he quickly pulled out his long stick, swung it violently, and cut off the merman's fingertip.

And Cheng Weiwan took the opportunity to make a formula, and had no time to worry about how to crack the tracking technique, so he could only use powerful spiritual power to directly force the tracking technique to fail.

This method is more like a kind of contempt for the weak by the strong, and only Cheng Weiwan can use this method without any psychological burden.

The spiritual power condenses into a square formation, rotates and presses down, invades the talisman array of the tracking technique brutally and domineeringly, destroying the neat talisman formulas wantonly.

But being invaded by this talisman array in large numbers, the tracking technique began to lose its effectiveness.

Sensing the failure of the tracking technique, Meng Xianjue raised his eyebrows slightly.

He naturally knew that Cheng Weiwan extended a helping hand to him, and he used such an extremely powerful method, and he was even more curious about Cheng Weiwan in his heart, but he suppressed this curiosity, and said softly: "Thank you, senior."

The fox will only reveal its tail when it is comfortable, and he still needs to wait for the opportunity.

Cheng Weiwan responded to him with a faint smile.

In these short moments, the merman screamed in pain, and was trampled under by the merman who was chasing up from behind, and it fell silent in an instant.

But Meng Xianjue didn't have an advantage here either. The long stick lost its meaning the moment it took effect. After all, it couldn't exert its full power, but instead became an obstacle in the unfathomable water.

Meng Xianjue frowned, put away his long stick, and ran away at high speed. It is not a wise choice to go head-to-head in a place like this underwater. Dark alleyway.

The alleyway is dark and narrow, and these mermaids are obviously lacking in organization. They all want to make meritorious deeds and catch Meng Xianjue, but the scene where they squeeze into the narrow alleyway at the same time and get stuck at the entrance of the alley is really funny and ridiculous. Can't get in.

Those mermen screamed and charged wildly, like fierce ghosts from the underworld, wanting to grab at nothing, this level can be compared with the purgatory scene in the Tianmen Sin Tower.

Within a few short breaths, those mermaids crowded the intersection to give Meng Xianjue some breathing space, and Meng Xianjue felt that he could look around.

But he found that this was a dead end with no way out.

Finally, a few mermen rushed into the alleyway. They opened a mouth full of sharp teeth, as if they wanted to tear Meng Xianjue into pieces.And once the gap is opened, sharks will continue to squeeze in. They are like beasts that have lost their minds. They have only one goal, to bite Meng Xianjue to death.

Cheng Weiwan looked at these sharks and was extremely shocked.

In the world he lived in, the sharks were very beautiful and dreamy creatures. They had beautiful faces, and they shed tears like pearls. They were beautiful existences in legends.

But here, the mermaid looks so dirty and ugly, which is really hard for him to accept.

The mermaids kept pouring into the alleyway, Meng Xianjue was trapped in a dense encirclement, the surrounding floating water and the strong pressure under the deep sea caused unimaginable oppression to Meng Xianjue, and the long stick could not be swung smoothly at all. This made him restrained everywhere, but he barely managed to bear it.

But in a flash.

Zhiyu suddenly rushed into the sea of ​​people and attacked Meng Xianjue, but Meng Xianjue was fighting with three mermaids at the same time, and couldn't tell the difference at all. Seeing this, Cheng Weiwan reminded him that Meng Xianjue was out of skills, so he had to Can barely escape Zhiyu's attack.

But Zhiyu's attacks were so tricky and fierce that Meng Xianjue was hard to resist. There were many wounds on his body, and the salty blood permeated the sea water, arousing the ferociousness of those mermen, and their eyes glistened with blood. ...

The roar of ferocious beasts in the distance seemed to be attracted by the smell of blood.

And Zhiyu, staring at the right moment, his eyes were full of fierceness, he suddenly raised his trident, and stabbed fiercely at Meng Xianjue's back...

In desperation, Cheng Weiwan exploded with spiritual power and hit Zhiyu directly.

Cheng Weiwan witnessed all this with his own eyes, Zhiyu's strength was not low, and he stubbornly withstood Cheng Weiwan's spiritual coercion, but when Cheng Weiwan saw this, he was so anxious that he focused on his fingertips, trying to grab the ground. That unowned trident.

Even if only one hand is transformed!

He squatted down and tried hard to touch the trident. He tried for a long time, but it didn't work, but Meng Xianjue groaned, and the smell of blood in the sea became stronger.

Meng Xianjue was obviously about to lose his hold.

Cheng Weiwan was anxious, but suddenly felt a cold fingertip, and he touched it.

But it only lasted for a brief moment.

Tianmen, even Mount Everest.

Xuan Wei silently watched the sleeping Chijin Beast.

He tried lightly pricking it with a needle and smoking it with herbs, and the little beast's body could respond as it should in a normal state, which proved that there was nothing wrong with the little beast's body and it was very healthy.

All that's missing is the soul that doesn't know where to go inside the shell.

He tried many methods, but he couldn't find the trace of the little beast's soul. He promised to find a way to awaken the red gold beast for the prophet, but it has been delayed until today, and all the methods have failed. He can only think of one that can't be regarded as a method. Methods.

call spirit.

This is the ghost cultivator's soul-seeking technique. Although their Jianzong is not ashamed of Guizong, they secretly learn from each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses, which has made Jianzong develop a lot.

Summoning is one of them.

Summoning the spirit is only used to call back the dead soul, so that he can return to life for a short time, and tell future generations the unfulfilled wish in his heart, so that he can enter reincarnation without regret.

But Xuanwei decided to use spirit summoning on the Chijin Beast, also treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

But just after Xuanwei used Spirit Summoning on the Chijin Beast, he found that the front paws of the Chijin Beast trembled slightly.

Xuanwei's eyes were sharp, and he immediately noticed the change of the Chijin Beast. There was a gleam of joy on his face. This time, he had confidence in his heart, and he was much firmer when he made a move...

Meng Xianjue struggled to fight his way out, but fell to Zhiyu.

Zhiyu smiled ferociously, and the sharp point of the trident was aimed at Meng Xianjue's heart.

Cheng Weiwan frowned and concentrated, he desperately gathered all his mental energy on his fingertips, and suddenly, he felt a warm flow all over his body.

At this moment, Cheng Weiwan staggered, and while falling forward, he actually touched the uneven bottom of the seabed.

He has materialized!

He was startled, and he didn't have time to think about anything. He just grabbed the trident. He didn't know how to use force to exert the greatest power of the trident, but he swung the trident horizontally and smashed this cruel cold weapon. Huhushengfeng.

Zhiyu didn't set up defenses at all, only heard a loud "bang", the cold iron rod hit Zhiyu's neck straight, Zhiyu's eyes widened, and he was swung away by the trident amidst unwillingness and disbelief .

The sea water quickly washed away the large scarlet blood.

Until Yu's neck bone is broken, even if he hangs his life with spiritual power, it won't last long.

Cheng Weiwan rubbed the tip of her nose with air.

Sometimes, physical violence is much more effective than legal attack.

With his back turned to Meng Xianjue, he was about to turn around and give some advice to Xiao Baihua, but the illusionary entity suddenly failed, and he only had time to shout "Xianjue" before he disappeared into the muddy sea water.

Meng Xianjue was sitting beside a dead coral tree covered in blood. He slightly raised his head and saw the man covered in light.

He wanted to see what this person looked like, but they were too far apart. He wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that his hand was covered with blood, which might stain the clear white.

But when he tried to wipe off the blood and mud on his hands, this person disappeared from his sight so abruptly.

He couldn't grasp it firmly, and he couldn't see it clearly, which made him feel restless and restless out of thin air.

Only the "foresight" that was still lingering in his ears gave him a slight sense of reality.

The familiar voice sounded in my ear again: "How are you?"

Meng Xianjue felt that he relaxed for a moment after hearing this voice, and he said softly, "It's okay."

Cheng Weiwan frowned in disapproval, staring at Meng Xianjue who was covered in bruises, doubting his eyes for a brief moment.

Meng Xianjue had several wounds on his body that were deep enough to show the bone, and was still bleeding. He might not even be able to stand up, but he held on, saying that he was fine.

Cheng Weiwan felt distressed and angry in an instant, and quickly clicked on the interface of the mysterious store. Whenever he saw medicine for wounds or pills for restoring physical strength, he would buy them without hesitation, and waited until he felt that it was almost enough before turning these pills into real objects. , threw the heavy stack in front of Meng Xianjue, and said fiercely, "Eat."

Meng Xianjue imagined a young boy with a clean face, pouting lips, and fierce breasts.

He looked at the pile of pills, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and he couldn't help laughing.