He had seen seasickness, but he had never seen such a dizzy person.
As soon as he stepped on it, he fell on the raft with a plop. If Qin Tian hadn't held him, he would have fallen into the water.
"What a weirdo!"
Qin Tian shook his head and sighed.
Jiuhua River stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers, crossing the Kunlun Continent. Looking from the sky, it looked like a ferocious dragon, ferocious and turbulent.
Passing through the Jiuhua mountain range, he took a boat down the river.
It was very abnormal, so abnormal that it was not something that a martial cultivator could do. Instead of flying in a straight line in the sky and taking the main road, he took a detour around the mountains and changed his route. Now that he was close to Kunlun City, he changed to a waterway.
Qin Tian was very careful, taking a route that ordinary people could not imagine.
No one could guess what his next step would be.
Because of this, the original inescapable net disintegrated invisibly, which also bought time for Qin Tian and the others. However, it would not take long for the news that Qin Tian took the waterway to spread out. At that time, they might be greeted by an inescapable net that was denser than the inescapable net.
The Jiuhua River was magnificent, and the torrent was panting. The speed of going down the river was not fast. If no one stopped them, they could reach Kunlun City in two days.
But was it possible that no one stopped them?
How many people were jealous of ten billion sacred cores? Would they let them reach Kunlun City safely?
There were bound to be many hardships on the road.
Qin Tian stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the scenery on both sides. He frowned and thought to himself, "It's a narrow escape."
He glanced sideways at Meng Qi Yan 'er, who was in a coma. Under the black veil, the delicate face was enough to fascinate all living things. Qin Tian smiled bitterly and said lightly, "I don't know if it's right or wrong …"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Chen Liu hit two palms in a row, and the raft shot out like a rocket. Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will be okay."
"I hope so."
…
A few hours later, they had already traveled hundreds of kilometers downstream.
The river suddenly turned sharply, and the torrent was turbulent. The raft began to shake, and the water surface was turbulent, and the undercurrent was also surging under the water.
Suddenly.
Qin Tian frowned, the dragon knife came out, and screamed, "evil animal, get out of me."
Dragon-shaped Zhen Qi flashed and violently slashed out. A crack appeared in the torrent of water. The water stopped flowing and a nine-headed Jiao Dragon appeared.
"Hualala …"
The rain poured down from the sky, and the raft was as stable as a rock in the turbulent waves. Qin Tian looked shocked, and the dragon knife pointed, and the violent gas came out instantly. He shouted: "Get out of my way!"
The nine-headed dragon's cultivation had already reached the Saint realm, possessing the ability to turn the clouds and rain with one hand. Why would it be afraid of Qin Tian who was only a middle stage Saint realm cultivator?
Roar!
The nine heads opened their bloody mouths at the same time and roared at Qin Tian. The rain that filled the sky instantly turned into sharp swords and shot towards Qin Tian.
The rainwater turned into a sword and sliced through the air. The power it contained was extremely terrifying.
Qin Tian's eyebrows trembled, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. The cold light on the dragon knife rose, facing the sharp sword of the rain, his face sank, and he snorted.
"Courting death!"
"Boom!"
The power of hell shot out from Qin Tian. Black gas filled the air and his killing intent soared.
In an instant.
The rain sword arrived in the blink of an eye, and the dragon knife in Qin Tian's hand suddenly clenched. The endless power of hell was fully integrated into the dragon knife. A dull dragon roar came out arrogantly, overbearing, and the dragon knife trembled a little. Qin Tian suddenly screamed, "Nine levels of violent!"
"Booming!"
1024 times the attributes of power surged out, and the power of violence once again integrated into the dragon knife. The dragon knife trembled violently, and the power of the powerful shock almost flew out.
The power of hell combines with the power of violence, and the two forces are intertwined. At this time, the power contained in the dragon knife is almost bursting.
Between the electric flint, Qin Tian's eyes were stunned, his hands clenched the handle, and he slammed it toward the nine-headed dragon.
"boom!"
"Oh la la..."
A black dragon screamed at the sky, rushed out, directly bit the neck of the nine-headed dragon, and tore it up. The nine-headed dragon screamed in pain, and the giant tail slammed out, instantly strangling the black dragon.
The black dragon is just the dragon-shaped infuriating released from the dragon knife, but it is like a substance under the fusion of the power of hell and the power of violence.
At the same time as the nine-headed dragon swept out its giant tail, the dragon knife instantly slashed down.
A knife cut off the turbulent river, and at the same time cut off the three heads of the nine-headed dragon.
"Hey!!!"
The nine-headed dragon screamed in pain, and the rain sword disintegrated in an instant. Then the giant tail swung, and the wind raged. I wanted to directly smash the raft under Qin Tian's feet and shoot them into the river. As long as they fall into the water, it is absolutely impossible to be its opponent.
"Things that don't know life and death."
The giant tail was like a mountain, and it was heavy. The raft sank suddenly, and it sank and set off a huge wave of several feet high.
Qin Tian stood at the bow of the boat and turned his head: "Take care of her."
Chen Liu jumped steadily and landed beside Meng Qi Yan 'er, frowning, and his heart was anxious.
"God of Hell!"
The power of hell in Qin Tian's body rushed out and hit the rocks on both sides of the mountain and made a burst of roaring, then suddenly shrank, his feet sank, and he jumped into the air and slammed down...
"Honglonglong!"
The power of hell rushed straight to the sky, like a giant pillar.
The eighteen eyes of the nine-headed dragon suddenly widened, and it was terrified. At this time, it was too late to protect its tail, and it could only increase its strength to meet it.
"Puchi!"
"Hey, hey, hey..."
The God of Hell was extremely arrogant. How could the nine-headed dragon resist the immortal level?
With a slash of the saber, the giant tail was directly split into two. The pressure from the giant tail, which was as heavy as a mountain, was instantly disintegrated. The wooden raft suddenly floated up and directly jumped into the air. With a "bang", it fell heavily into the water.
If it were not for Chen Liu and the others who used their strength to hold the raft, I am afraid that it would have turned into a pile of sawdust.
"Ao!!!"
The nine-headed dragon screamed like a pig, and its blood splashed all over the sky. It endured the great pain and jumped into the water, causing thousands of waves, and was extremely embarrassed.
"Want to leave?"
"Leave the sacred nucleus."
Qin Tian glared and once again used the power of hell. "Sky blade" did not give the nine-headed dragon any chance to escape.
When the nine-headed dragon drilled into the water, the dragon knife hit its head again and killed its two heads again. The blood instantly dyed the river red. The nine-headed dragon was in great pain and looked at the sky and wailed. The cry carried a signal for help.
After losing five heads and a giant tail, the Nine-headed Dragon was like an arrow at the end of its flight. It would not be able to jump around for long. However, its pleading eyes made Qin Tian's heart skip a beat. His expression suddenly changed as he looked in the direction of the Nine-headed Dragon's gaze. His back was covered in cold sweat.
I don't know when the two old men stood coldly in the air, wearing a black robe. On the black robe, a lifelike dragon was faintly moving. The two men's bodies were flashing with golden light, and their faces were cold as they looked at everything that had just happened.
Qin Tian's law of breath was always sensing, but he did not find anyone approaching. There was only one reason, the old man had exceeded his sensing range.
“BOSS？！”
"No, it should be a super boss!"
The corner of Qin Tian's mouth curled up. He gave up on chasing the nine-headed dragon and turned to look at the two old men in the air. He could not help but feel excited. This was the first time he met a boss since coming to the sacred world. From the golden light on their bodies, it was obvious that they were a pair of super bosses.
The strength of a super boss was naturally not ordinary.
"Strange!"
"This brat is actually excited to see us, he can't be thinking that he can kill us, right?"
"Haha … …"
The two old men in the air laughed wildly.
They were the two old men, Feng and Yun. Their strength had reached the peak of the immortal king realm. The organization behind them was even stronger, one of the three great assassin organizations of the sacred world, "Dark". The black dragon robe they wore indicated their position in "Dark".
The founder of "Dark" used an eight-clawed golden dragon as his robe, while Feng and Yun used a flood dragon as their robe. Although there was a huge difference between a flood dragon and an eight-clawed golden dragon, their position in "Dark" was second only to the elders in the green dragon robe. Moreover, they had the bloodline of the dark flood dragon, so the flood dragon robe was the most suitable for them.
Before Qin Tian arrived, they stood there and waited quietly. During this time, they subdued the Nine-headed Wyrm hidden under the Jiuhua River with a single move and used it as the vanguard to test if Qin Tian was as powerful as the rumors said.
In the end, they were disappointed.
They could not even kill a nine-headed dragon that was only a saint realm expert. What could they use to fight against them?
"Hand over Meng Qi and Yan Er, destroy your own primordial spirits."
It was an understatement, sloppy, and ordinary sentence, without any imposing manner, like the words spoken by an old man.
As soon as he finished.
The wooden raft suddenly sank, and Qin Tian's mind felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. He was unable to move in the slightest within his sea of consciousness, and it was extremely uncomfortable. He had once experienced this sort of feeling in the Yao clan, and the pressure that was released when Yi Chen swallowed the 'wargod pellet' was exactly like this.
"Immortal war god?"
Qin Tian was startled. His legs bent continuously as if the entire world was pressing down on him.
"Putong!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
Chen Liu and the others endured for a few seconds, but they were unable to resist. Instantly, they knelt down on the wooden raft. Their faces were ugly as they stared at the sky. Their minds and consciousness were all suppressed by the powerful force. Their Dantian was dead silent. Facing an immortal king, they had no way to retaliate.
Gap.
It was a stark difference.
A middle saint and an immortal king. The gap between the two was not just a little. It was like a billion and eighty million miles.
"Eh?"
An old man's expression sank. Seeing that Qin Tian was actually able to resist their pressure, he frowned. The invisible pressure of an immortal king increased, pressing down on Qin Tian's consciousness. "Kneel down."
"Boom!"
The hundred kilometer wide Jiuhua river sank a few hundred zhang. The river that was originally calm became like the surface of a lake, not a single ripple could be seen.
This was the first time Qin Tian had encountered such a powerful pressure.
Powerful.
Old Feng and Yun's cultivation was too strong!
Qin Tian's legs bent again. His knees were only a few centimeters away from the wooden raft. "Making Laozi kneel to you? You can't bear it! "
Suddenly.
Qin Tian lowered his head and his lips curled up … …
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