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The eleventh day to the end of the fleet's docking day![]

"Emperor Yuan Wu, please!"

Brother Cialis seemed to want to make a sincere look.

Yuan Jincheng's face slapped in concealment, and slowly rose from the boat to hundreds of meters above the altitude. It was full of solemn sensing, as if it was unaware, and then he carefully floated out of the fleet.

In a vigilant way, he slowly leaned towards the outer periphery of the fleet. He came to the periphery, flew past, looked at the masts and sails below, and secretly radiated his true energy.

Yuan Jincheng's speed was not fast, but it didn't take too long to be far away from the fleet for about dozens of miles.

Seeing that he had nothing to do, the gods secretly relaxed and gave each other a wink, perhaps it was safe. Lian Ya'er said coldly: "Wait a minute!"

When Yuan Jincheng arrived about fifty miles away from the fleet, suddenly, a breath of Emperor Wu, full of murderous intent, instantly spread from the bottom of the sea and expanded. It seemed like an invisible air wall that collided with him.

It is Emperor Wu of Will! Yuan Jincheng's breath was suffocated, and he fought against it with awesome shape. He judged that the other party was indeed in the will realm. He secretly sucked and sucked in one breath and slowly retreated!

The sea water was boiling like a pot of boiling water. Di Mian sneered, and slowly rose from the sea with dryness, stepping on the waves for a while: "Wang Ce is right, want to escape one by one? Let's talk about it first."

"If we hadn't wanted nirvana, we would have been flattened these guys long ago!"

He soon sank into the sea, and everything seemed to be calm.

Yuan Jincheng retreated expressionlessly. Brother Cialis seemed to know the answer to this test, and slowly shook his head: "Wang Ce is indeed a hedgehog. If you want to evacuate alone, it will no longer work."

"Emperor Yuan Wu, how many are there?" Brother Cialis solemnly asked about the matter.

"One, Emperor Crown!" Yuan Jincheng looked expressionless: "I vaguely noticed that there seemed to be another one in the sky."

Lian Ya'er's eyes moved, one in the sky and one in the sea. Then, he took turns to monitor, which shows the minimum number of Emperor Wu brought to Wang Ce's side.

Brother Cialis said in a voice: "Four, at least four Martial Emperors, gold, and our lives will be successful at least one time. But he has been slow to take action for Lord Nirvana. For Lord Nirvana's life, Wang Ce can give up gold and give up us."

Everyone was silent. A supreme martial emperor was priceless. The God's grace would be willing to exchange ten immortal martial emperors for another supreme martial emperor.

It should be noted that Ji Qianbai has only seen and heard of four supreme martial emperors in his life. According to Ji Qianbai's speculation, although the nine continents are large, it is estimated that there are only about five or six supreme martial emperors.

Under the God of Martial Arts, there is only the supreme. The supreme Emperor of Martial Arts is almost invincible!

Apart from the God of Martial Arts and Feixian, the only person who is qualified to fight against the Human Emperor is the Supreme Martial Arts Emperor.

As strong as Ji Qianfa, even if he has the reputation of being undefeated, once he encounters nirvana, he will at most be able to fight against nirvana.

Although Yuan Jincheng felt embarrassed, he was also honest: "A general will-Martial Emperor needs at least six or seven to surround Nirvana." What he said was definitely not included Ji Qianbai.

The so-called general willful martial emperors often refer to monsters who are not honored. Although many martial emperors were obscene when they were young, it is undeniable that some martial emperors could not reach the point where they were obscene.

Muye was very unknown when he was young. Even if he became Emperor Wu, he was not a famous Emperor Wu. Wu Qilin and Zhuqueer were the same. One of them was the will realm and the other was the immortal realm. Even if they had their own set of combined attack skills, they would probably be equal to Ji Qianfa.

The martial artists in the martial arts world are slightly stronger than the sectarian warriors. The sectarian warriors are slightly stronger than the aristocratic warriors. The warriors in the aristocratic families are often slightly stronger than the dynasty warriors. This is a very interesting rule.

Of course, the martial artists in the martial arts world are the largest number, with dragons and snakes mixed together, and there are those born in the year of the dragon and tigers and grass chickens. What we refer to here is naturally the best among martial artists in the martial arts world.

Although once we reach the deification, the gap gradually narrows. After all, those who can cultivate to the deification and become the Martial Emperor are often dragons and phoenixes among people, and it is hard to say that there will be too big differences. But there will still be differences, but they are not as big as before.

It’s like Ji Qianbai. When he was a Martial Master, one could beat six Martial Masters. When he came to Wuzong, one could beat three or four Martial Masters. When he came to Wuzong, one could beat two or three Martial Masters was good.

If Wang Ce is not used as a standard, it is because his cultivation is very sloppy. At first glance, he only has five energy cultivation, but his heart gives him the combat power of Wuzong.

In an embarrassing silence, someone suddenly said, "We have three Wu Emperors Yuan Wu, plus Lord Nirvana, Wang Ce has fewer people... Maybe he can eat him in reverse?"

Brother Cialis almost vomited. Someone couldn't understand this sure thing? Fortunately, Lian Ya'er scolded him: "Don't forget, Dalu's man!"

I really think that Wang Meng and others of Dalu are idiots. It would be fine if Nirvana did not appear. Once they appeared, there was no need for Wang Ce to hook his fingers. Wang Meng would definitely join forces with Wang Ce to take the lead in killing the Supreme Martial Emperor.

Lian Ya'er's faint gaze rippled: "No matter what, we must first try to send people with cultivation below Wu Zun away!"

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"Beware of the evil spirits below Wu Zun escape!"

Wang Ce gave a suggestion: "Be sure to do something before the fleet docks, otherwise it will be difficult to find out once it gets mixed in with the crowd."

Wang Ce seemed not worried about the other party being able to escape under his nose as a god of cultivation. He simply said that there were only so many people with the martial arts cultivation, which was easy to identify.

Xiao Zuoyun hesitated: "There are many crew members on the fifty boats, so it's hard to tell who is the evil spirit and who is not."

"Why bother to arrest them together. Then tell me that it is not a god's evil, just compensate for some gold." When Wang Ce said this, he found that he had become very conscientious. As a powerful person, he still compensated if he caught the wrong person. This is so conscientious.

After looking at the chart, Wang Ce Youran drew a circle on the chart with his fingernails. He measured the distance approximately and pointed it out: "A few hundred miles later, there is an island. It will be a temporary escape point."

Wang Ce shook his fingers casually: "Who, you have many people, send Wuzong to take turns to monitor the sea. Strictly prevent the other party from slipping away from the sea. The eight tribes will also trouble you to take turns to move out."

The masters in the Northern Tang Dynasty turned red, what was that person and what did that person mean? He glared at him, and I wondered how many people were complaining about Wang Ce’s success.

The Babilong nodded, and the King of Gun said lightly: "Killing the God is the responsibility of the people of the world."

The eight dragons nodded to the King of Spears, led several Emperor Wuzong of the Northern Tang Dynasty to the sky, and came to a place dozens of miles away from the fleet, and quietly sank into the sea.

It was also at this moment that Brother Cialis also pointed at the chart: "There is a small island hundreds of miles away. People below Wu Zun will escape for the time being, and then we will come to rescue after we escape."

"Walking from the bottom of the sea. We have tried that a Dougang Realm can rely on the Gangqi to protect two or three people from walking under the sea for about dozens of miles."

Lian Ya'er nodded in agreement and waited for the fleet to arrive dozens of miles away from the island. It seemed that when it was beyond the reach, figures quickly sank into the bottom of the sea.

Guangyuan is the most important source of wealth and the most confidential stronghold of the Divine Glory Association. There are many masters. All the gods who can be in it are good players above Gangqi, and they are now sneaking into the sea.

Slowly spread the qi, and in rapid consumption, he quickly dived from the seabed to the island.

After a while, seeing that it seemed that it was about to arrive at the island, these gods were ecstatic. But suddenly they stiffly discovered that the eight dragons appeared like ghosts and issued an order: "Catch it!"

Several Wu Zongs who were hiding in it changed their stern expression and took the lead in rushing forward. He shouted: "Go, go back!" Although in the sea, as long as you have enough cultivation, relying on the qi to isolate the sea water, speaking and breathing are not a problem.

What surprised these evil monks was that the Ba Du Long did not seem to have much intention to fight. After several waves of fighting, they stopped.

When these evil spirits returned to the ship in a mess, Brother Cialis looked a little ugly, but he was not too surprised: "Sure enough, Wang Ce was prepared."

This is the seventh-last day when the fleet shores.

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Somewhere, in the snow and ice, a white thatched hut stands tall.

Liu Qin flew in the sky and finally saw this place. She swooped down and shouted: "Tan Jiru!"

The door of the thatched hut opened with a creaking sound: "Emperor Liu Wu? Please."

Liu Qin entered anxiously and restrained her emotions and said, "Tan Jiru, I have found you. We need your advice."

Tan Jiru, dressed in a simple white and elegant outfit, wrote a big word on the white paper, looking up and smiling: "Please speak!"

While Liu Qin was telling, Tan Jiru's expression remained unchanged, and she seemed to smile gently, while gently sucking a piece of paper, staining ink on the next piece of paper, writing the next word!

"sly".

Seeing this word vaguely clearly, Liu Qin paused and continued to tell the story. When she finished speaking, the room fell into silence.

After a while, Tan Ji Ru smiled softly: "What Emperor Liu Wu means is that people want, money, and Emperor Nirvana wants."

His voice was very soft and he would never be mocked. But Liu Qin felt an indescribable embarrassment. Yes, he wanted money, people, and nirvana. Is she making things difficult for Ji Ru? Or did she regard Wang Ce as an idiot?

"I have a solution. It's a pity that you're late." Tan Jiru smiled softly: "If I could be ten days earlier, there would be a solution."

Liu Qin was stunned and extremely upset.

Tan Ji Ru's eyes remained unchanged, and nothing seemed to move him. She just smiled femininely: "Wang Ce is determined to win this time, and your only way to survive is to give up gold."

He took a piece of paper, moved his wrist, dipped it ink and thought for a little, and wrote a line of small words on the paper. Then, he folded it in half and melted it into a wax ball.

"When Wang cultivates the force to kill people, leave it to him."

Liu Qin frowned: "Is it useful?" She didn't like to talk about Ji Ru. Perhaps because Tan Ji Ru was too unfathomable, the smile seemed like a mask that could never be seen through.

"If you are willing to give up gold, this will save your life." Tan Jiru smiled faintly and femininely, buried her head again and continued to practice calligraphy!

"Thank you." Liu Qin turned around and fled into the sky.

Tan Jiru's deep expression as if she was as deep as the starry sky, she focused on writing four words again!

"Steal the sky and change the sun"!

A young man ran over from the snow and mountains with a prey, stomped his feet and shook off all the snowflakes, entered the hut, and smiled and said, "Uncle Tan, I'm lucky today!"

Tan Jiru looked up and looked at the boy for a while before suddenly saying, "Wang Jian, do you really don't want to see your father and brother?"
Chapter completed!