Black smoke flowed from the mouths and noses of the Ghost Mother Cult prisoners of war. The black smoke was heavier than the air. Instead of floating upward, it gurgled downward, spreading like a layer of thick black oil on the bottom of the ship. Seeing that the sergeant's hands were withering and shrinking along with the prisoners of war, the nearest martial artists jumped into the river, fearing that they would be contaminated with bad luck. Among the many people fleeing, only Liang Qu stepped forward against the black smoke, grabbed the believers by their collars, and threw them into the water, not afraid of the strangeness of the black smoke. This was also true. The strange black smoke had no effect on Liang Qu. When it touched it, it was like melting ice and snow, making a tingling sound and only generating a little burning heat in his palm. Became lighter. There was nothing unusual about throwing the first cultist, but when Liang Qu threw the last few prisoners of war, they didn't look like the weight of a normal martial artist at all. At least a third lighter. After all the dozen prisoners of war were thrown into the water, the river was covered with a layer of black. The martial artists who had jumped off the boat hurriedly swam to the other side and climbed back up, dripping with wet water. "Torches, torches!"
Xiang Fangsu stretched out his hand and shouted. Several sergeants who were far away reacted quickly, blowing torches soaked in kerosene with torches, and the flames ignited. Xiang Fangsu took the torch and stood on the bow of the ship, holding it high. The orange fire illuminated the surrounding area. As the source was cut off, the black smoke at the bottom of the boat quickly faded, and a thick black water emerged from the water, as if someone poured a large amount of ink into it. The ink was invisible and spread in all directions, but when it got close enough to the Ark, it spread out out of thin air, revealing a circle of clear transparency. Something invisibly prevented the spread of the black mist. There is no doubt that it was Liang Qu's contribution. The martial artists on the ship were safe, but the finless porpoises that had been clinging to the ship were in bad luck. They howled in dissatisfaction and swam further away to avoid the spread of the black mist. The two boats next to them were not so lucky. Without Liang Qu's help, the martial artists had to all jump into the water. At this time, the entire ship was filled with black mist, which overflowed and flowed down the ship's hull, like a pot of hot water being poured outside in winter. "A water!" Xiang Fangsu shouted. Liang Qu actually practiced the method of warding off evil spirits, and it seemed that he had achieved certain results, which was really rare for him at his age. "clear." Liang Qu understood. He jumped onto the other two ships and threw the lifeless prisoners far away. At this time, the difference in feel was even more obvious. The weight was half lighter, and something flowed away from the bodies of the Ghost Mother Cultists along with the black mist. The black mist on the ship stopped spreading and gradually dissipated over time. The martial artists around the ship returned to the ship while clawing their way back into the ship. The ominous black mist did not affect the other party at all, and there was an inexplicable awe in everyone's eyes. Liang Qu stepped back along the edge of the boat and asked what the black smoke was.
"The 'residue' after the death of the Martial Saint" Xiang Fangsu's words are concise and concise. "evil?" Liang Qu remembered what Ran Zhongshi once said to him. The realm of the Martial Saint is extremely mysterious. Even if the physical body is destroyed, it is still possible to leave the will to survive. However, the will after losing the physical body is easily disturbed by foreign objects. The strange things that form in the end are collectively called 'evil'! Ran Zhongshi nodded when he heard this: "The effects and intensity of evil are mostly related to the strength and obsession level during life. The 'evil' of the Ghost Mother Sect spreads very widely, including almost all members of the sect, but it just hides it and does not reveal it on weekdays. We previously thought it was because a key condition was not triggered. " "The key condition..." Liang Qu looked at the island under the night, "Zhen Xiang or Hunting Tiger?" Ran Zhongshi nodded in acquiescence, obviously ordinary believers were not enough to trigger the special conditions. Xiang Fangsu took a pole and moved the corpses of the Ghost Mother Cult members floating on the water. He pressed the tip of the pole against one side and pushed one over with force. The face was withered, the cheeks were sunken, and the eyes were shriveled and shrunken, completely losing moisture, as if they had been sucked dry. He then grabbed the hand of the soldier who first came into contact with the congregation. It was dry and cracked, full of wrinkles, and not shiny at all. If you don't look at the thick beard on his face, it looks like an old man's hand, at least seventy or eighty years old. "The energy and blood are very weak, and the life force in the hands has been drained." A fine layer of oily sweat appeared on the soldier's forehead, and his life force was drained. It was not a good thing to hear. Xiang Fangsu waved his hand: "It's okay. I'll give you two bottles of Qi and Blood Pills when I go back and you'll be able to recover without damaging your roots." The ghost mother taught people to be too deeply involved, and the impact was so severe that they could not die anymore. Sergeant, if you are slightly contaminated, go back and take some healing medicine and have a good rest. It will not be difficult to regain your strength. I think it will take more than a month. Ran Zhongshi held his chin: "Such a large-scale drain of life force must have flowed to other places..." As soon as he finished speaking, the ship trembled, ripples appeared on the water again, and violent roars came from the island chain again, confirming Ran Zhongshi's conjecture. The battle is not over yet! "Will my master and the others be okay?" Xiang Fangsu patted Liang Qu on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we borrowed the Martial Saint Xuan Weapon just to consider the unexpected situation. No matter how weird the remaining 'evils' of the Ghost Mother Sect are, their promoters are only the Grandmaster at the highest level. The qualitative gap is insurmountable!" The surging power once again crisscrossed the night sky, and the vibrations lasted for a quarter of an hour. As a participant before, I only felt that I was a flower in the great tide. Now, as a bystander, I can feel the power of the big waves, and the invisible wall of air makes everyone breathless. The whole island was calm again.
"Pull the boat across!" Xiang Fangsu stood on the bow of the ship, holding a torch high, and issued an order. Several broad-bellied boats rushed to the other end of the island under the control of military officers. As the long oar rocked, the ink-like black waves were pushed away. Oil pollution seemed to have occurred near the entire island, and the water turned completely dark brown. Walking along the island, Liang Qu saw many martial arts masters encountering the same situation. There were corpses of prisoners of war lying inside the ship, black air flowed out, and the entire ship suffered. They were not so lucky. There was a "evil-breaking" martial artist like Liang Qu, and they were all submerged in the water at the moment. Only a few places ended late and did not have time to clean up the battlefield. They escaped and huddled on the boat. "Ke Wenbin, why are you drowned?" Xiang Fangsu stepped on the bow of the boat and laughed at Ke Wenbin in the water. Ke Wenbin spit out a mouthful of water, swam to the side of the boat, grabbed the edge of the boat and climbed onto the boat, wrung out the water stains from his hair, and said with disheveled hair: "Damn, why are you okay? Didn't you bring the prisoners on board?" Ran Zhongshi pointed to Liangqu next to him: "Thank you for the blessing of water." When Ke Wenbin saw the impenetrable black water around him, he suddenly thought about what was going on and slapped his thigh. "Fuck, if I had known earlier, I would have asked Ah Shui to join my team!" There are very few exercises with evil-repelling properties, and those that are found are quite difficult to practice. The most important thing is that the price-performance ratio is not high. Who would deal with the "residues" of the Grandmaster and the Martial Saint all day long? But it’s especially important when needed. At the moment, Liang Qu is simply the most dazzling kid in the audience, a torch that lights up the darkness, and a whole piece of cake. Everyone wanted to get closer to him to avoid being contaminated by that weird black aura. After everyone gradually brought the martial arts masters who had fallen into the water, the size of the fleet expanded to twelve ships. Finally, they reached the halfway point of the entire island chain and saw a very spectacular scene. The high black cliffs plunge straight into the swamp, and the water waves hit the cliffs and roll back down. A straight passage appeared out of thin air in the center of the entire island, allowing a boat to pass through it. The cliffs on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, and occasionally wisps of black air drifted down. Countless broken logs floated on the water and were knocked away by the fleet of people. Liang Qu raised his head and looked to both sides: "Is this passage originally there?" Xiang Fangsu took out the map from his waist, thought about it, put it away without unfolding it. Such a striking terrain, he was sure that it was definitely not on the previous map. In other words, just show up. Some distance from the ship into the passage, Xu Yuelong and other eight great tiger-hunting martial arts masters came to the cliff in a rather embarrassed state. Five of them were standing and three of them were lying down, all of them still had energy left. Liang Qu saw Yang Dongxiong among them, covered in blood and with messy hair, but standing and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just lie down, it's not a big deal. Seeing Liang Qu on the boat, Xu Yuelong and others jumped into the boat with their companions, while Wei Lin and others waited for a while and jumped onto another boat. "Damn, what a bad luck. Those two grandmasters were already dead, but somehow they came back to life!" Sui Hongyan, the deputy commander of the Demon Hunting Department, took off his blood-stained clothes, revealing his muscular upper body, and leaned against the edge of the ship, breathing heavily and complaining. Resurrection from the dead? Everyone present was breathless. Xiang Fangsu and Ran Zhongshi asked hurriedly: "What next?" "We had to kill them all over again." Xu Yuelong cursed.
