The setting sun was as red as blood and the river water was crimson. The surging sound was like the wrath of the gods, drilling into one's heart.
Mengqi watched for a while before heading upstream to search for a place to cross the river. Just like normal rivers, the Nu River also had dangerous and non-dangerous areas. In the dangerous areas, strange and powerful monsters at the bottom of the river could occasionally break through the seal and float to the surface, quietly waiting for their prey or stirring up trouble. It was very dangerous.
Under normal circumstances, Mengqi would not be too afraid of them. Unlike the Great Sage, he could also transform into a Blue-blooded Man and evade the water. He could exert 70% to 80% of his strength underwater, making him a genuine all-terrain and all-environment combat machine. He had nothing to worry about as long as he did not encounter the best of the monsters. However, he was now sneaking across the river. If he fought with the monsters at the bottom of the river and stirred up a commotion, it would be game over for the enemy on the other side!
In front of the camp of the Revolutionary Army was a good section of the river where the monsters could hardly float. There were no more than three such places in the entire Nu River. They were the "checkpoints" that needed to be guarded, and so was the opposite side.
Therefore, Mengqi gave up crossing the river here and searched for a relatively gentle section of the river.
According to the information provided by Immortal Wanshi, Hu Zhigao, and the others, Meng Qi effortlessly found a section of the river not far upstream where he could cross.
He turned around and transformed into a silver-scaled fish. With a splash, he leaped into the river and swam to the opposite bank on the upper surface.
The Nu River was extremely wide and was disturbed by the residual breath of the gods and demons. Even a peak expert of the Exterior could not cross the river and activate his Heavenly Weapon. Mengqi swam for a long time before he vaguely sensed the opposite bank. The river was brightly lit.
The river was brightly lit! Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat. He slowed down his swimming speed and was almost swallowed by a fish.
The fish's eyes on both sides changed and flashed with a golden light as if they were condensed by countless rays of light. With the Third Eye, he could vividly see the scene in front of him!
The shallow waters near the embankment were pitch-black, and there seemed to be strands of black gas lingering in the water. Many fishes floated up with their white bellies turned upside down. Soon, they rotted into water, and so did the prawns, crabs, and shellfish. No ordinary creature could cross over.
Above the river, there were several medium-sized ships patrolling. Countless lanterns hung on the ships, illuminating the water as if it were daytime. Each ship carried many Enlightened Masters, commanded by a General of the Eighth or Ninth Rank of the Earth Rank. They repeatedly checked the shallow waters to prevent any fish from escaping the net. On the ship in the center, a general wrapped in black armor stood at the bow, looking around disdainfully as he sensed the surroundings with keen senses.
Only a pair of eyes peeked out from under the iron-black mask, but it was this pair of eyes that the three lower ranks powerhouses nearby did not dare to look directly at. They were cold and stern, as if countless hells were playing out in them. Just looking at them would cause one's mind to fall into them.
The Divine Lord of Plenitude is the only one who will inherit the Martial Monarch's mantle in the future … The three lower tiered experts and Human-rank experts could not help but have this thought when they glanced at the black-armored general from the corner of their eyes. At the same time, they shuddered.
Divine Lord of Plenitude possessed the bloodline of the Hybrid Demons. He was only twenty-eight years old, but he was already at the sixth grade of the Earth Rank. He was even stronger than the Martial Emperor of the past. He was almost the strongest of his generation and was often praised by the Martial Emperor, who said that he had a chance of reaching the upper three grades by the age of forty!
On the other hand, Mengqi was caught in a predicament. This place was heavily guarded as if it was specifically designed to counter the Art of Transformation. If he turned back and chose a milder place, according to Immortal Wanshi and the others, the nearest place would take him more than half a month to fly at full speed. Time waits for no man!
On the surface of the river where the two armies were confronting each other, the lockdown and security would definitely be even greater than here!
…
The camp was continuous, vast and mighty like a dragon. In a beautifully decorated tent.
A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow robe sat upright on a chair. Around him was a seemingly substantial Emperor's Qi that formed a five-clawed golden dragon. It was sacred, dignified, and lofty, causing people to unconsciously lower their heads.
"Won't such vigilance be too much? Won't it waste the soldiers' energy?" His voice was deep and had an extremely magnetic charm.
There were two people sitting opposite him. One of them was a tall old man. Upon closer inspection, one would find that his face was wrinkle-free, and his jet-black hair was neatly combed and meticulously combed. His aura was restrained, making it impossible to tell how strong he was. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his hands rested on his knees. He had the bearing of a true grandmaster. Even if he did not speak, he was filled with a majestic charm, which was completely different from the common characteristics of the gods and demons of the upper three grades.
The other person wore a black robe, and his hair was mixed with many silver strands. Not only did he not look old, but he also gave off a temperament that was full of vicissitudes of life and experience. His facial features were not outstanding, but his brows were relaxed, and his eyes were languid, which was exceptionally attractive.
Hearing the question from the man in the bright yellow robe, many white-haired languid men smiled and said, "Only when one is undefeated can one wait for the opportunity to win. I once met an enemy with the nickname 'Lord of Purity and Magic'. I suffered a great loss under his transformation technique and almost lost my life. From then on, I swore that I would never neglect this aspect again."
"Many unique bloodlines. Mister Wen Jing's worry is not wrong," the tall old man said calmly.
As soon as he said this, the solemn atmosphere in the tent suddenly strangely disappeared. Even the five-clawed golden dragon formed by the Emperor's Qi almost collapsed.
"Even teacher agrees, of course I have no objections." The expression of the man in the bright yellow robe did not change, and he was as steady as a mountain.
He called him teacher, but he did not address him as a disciple.
After saying that, he turned to look at the white-haired languid man. "Mister Wen Jing, is there any news from the spy who infiltrated the rebel army camp? How's the progress? Do we need to attack once to create chaos? "
The Revolutionary Army had not yet had internal strife. The camp was secretly connected, and there were many masters of the upper three ranks. It would be difficult to break through the camp directly if they launched an all-out attack, so they had to attack from two fronts.
Wen Jing smiled and said, "We will attack once in two days. Within five days, Your Highness will see the rebel army fall apart."
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If they caused a big commotion and attracted masters of the Grandmaster Level, all their efforts would be in vain. If they retreated and could not find the owner of the Gu Poison Bug, Du Huaishang could only hold on for a few days at most. Once he died, the Revolutionary Army would fall into chaos, and the mission would definitely fail.
Mengqi was submerged in the water, looking at the blockade line in front of him with his Penetrating Eye. Thoughts flashed through his mind as he analyzed the pros and cons.
If he wanted to attack, he only had one chance, and he could not give the enemy time to react!
If he attacked the others, there was a high chance that he would be discovered by the Black-Armored General!
In other words, he had to attack the strongest. Once he took him down, he would not have to worry about the masters of the lower three ranks noticing.
Taking a deep breath, Mengqi suppressed all kinds of distracting thoughts. His mind was clear, and he forgot about victory and defeat, life and death. He reflected the Immortal Primogenitor Form, perfect and flawless!
He turned around and transformed from a silver fish to a human. His skin was translucent, and blue blood flowed through it.
After crossing the first step of the Celestial Ladder, the number of changes increased to 18. Mengqi's imitation of the Blue-blooded People had reached a higher level. Although he had not reached the stage where he could completely merge with the water and was extremely difficult to detect, he could slightly turn into water!
His body faded and turned into water. Mengqi tried his best to control his breath so that the Black-Armored General would not be able to sense him. He carefully followed the water and approached the ship.
The river water gradually changed, and a strange, pitch-black aura entwined around him. Mengqi's mind was as still as water, and his mind was clear. The Immortal Primogenitor looked at the fearful thoughts that were rising and falling, and did not let them jump out.
As the darkness invaded, Mengqi's Vital Spirit suddenly felt dizzy. The Immortal Primogenitor sat down and visualized the Golden Buddha. Only then did he regain some consciousness.
"What a terrifying poisonous aura!" Mengqi felt his body, which had turned into water, rotting and his Vital Spirit "melting".
"Only ten breaths …" Mengqi set a time limit for himself. If he exceeded this limit, the influence of the strange black aura would become greater, and he would no longer be able to control it. Not only would he have to consume the Immortality Elixir of East Pole to recover, but he would also be easily detected by the fluctuations of his breath!
A drop of water merged into the river and slowly approached the ship. Divine Lord of Plenitude stood at the bow of the ship, pacing back and forth, patrolling all directions. His eyes were cold and devoid of any human emotions, causing his subordinates to tremble with fear.
"Waiting for an opportunity …" Mengqi was calm, neither arrogant nor rash, just like when he was waiting for Wolf King.
Three breaths passed … Divine Lord of Plenitude had yet to approach the side of the ship, which was covered by shadows.
Five breaths passed … A flying insect was shredded by an invisible Qi dynamic before it could land on Divine Lord of Plenitude.
Seven breaths, eight breaths … Divine Lord of Plenitude was still patrolling the other side. Mengqi was unmoved, so cold and indifferent that it was as if he was not the one who would die if he failed.
Nine breaths … Divine Lord of Plenitude turned around and walked to the other side.
Ten breaths … Divine Lord of Plenitude's Yimo bloodline suddenly gave him a premonition. He subconsciously looked at the water's surface and saw a hand glowing with blue light suddenly reaching out and grabbing his ankle. The hand's movements were fleeting, illusory, and real at the same time. It seemed to contain some mysterious Zen intent. It seemed to be there, but at the same time, it felt like it was anywhere else. It was not here, there, or somewhere else!
Divine Lord of Plenitude's eyes were cold and ruthless. He took a step back, leaving several illusory footprints on the deck. It was as if any of them could materialize into reality. It was an exquisite evasive movement technique.
However, the hand was waiting there like a hole in his heart. Escaping would not solve the problem!
Suddenly, Divine Lord of Plenitude saw his ankle being gripped by the other party. Just as he was about to unleash his aura to forcefully break free and attract the other party's attention, the five fingers glowed with faint spots of dark-yellow light, black and white clouds, and purple Fortune Qi.
Clatter! Clatter! The sound of flowing water mixed with the sound of something shattering. Meng Qi's five fingers pierced through the black leg armor and grabbed hold of Divine Lord of Plenitude's ankle. He sent his breath into Divine Lord of Plenitude, his spirit piercing like needles, and his sealing technique like a net!
Divine Lord of Plenitude's eyes became dull. He never thought that he would be subdued by his enemy without a sound!
What a terrifying gap this was!
Divine Lord of Plenitude saw Mengqi's transformation into a flea. He strode into the cabin as if he needed a rest.
His subordinates were slightly surprised. This was not Divine Lord of Plenitude's style!
Just as they thought about it, they saw Divine Lord of Plenitude walk out. His eyes were still cold and he was still fully clad in black armor. The only difference was that he was wearing a pair of boots that concealed his aura — the transformation of the Kunlun Daoist Robe!
Mengqi exhaled. One more breath and he would have to rely on the Immortality Elixir of East Pole to expel the poison. Fortunately, after his flesh recovered, the poison in the water was quickly neutralized by his strong body and did not have time to invade his Vital Spirit.
Standing at the bow, Mengqi patrolled the area, waiting for the change of guard at dawn.
…
Inside the camp of the Revolutionary Army.
Xu Wei entered and bowed to Mengqi's clone, Jiang Zhiwei, and the others. "The Lord of the Naval Conquests has asked you to transfer to the camp of the Subdued Sea Army."
"Alright." This time, it was Qi Zhengyan who nodded.
It was already late at night when they stepped out of the deserted tent. Lanterns hung high, illuminating the cardinal points everywhere. However, there were still many dark corners where the cold wind blew, sending chills down one's spine.
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