Wu Mian snorted at Xu Fu in anger, then turned to look at the 'Qiu Wuzhen' on the ship opposite and said, "Wait for me, you have been waiting for hundreds of years, and it is not a short time..." While speaking, Wu Mian's body rose into the air and slowly flew above a sea without a large ship docking. Then, the white-haired man "sitted" on the sea, staring at the full moon that had just changed by the prison dragon, as if he had not figured out anything, and he was looking for a quiet place to think slowly.

At this time, Prison Dragon had been rescued from the sea by his fellow disciples. He was careless at the bottom of the sea and had woken up. Until now, he still thought that his magic was above this white-haired man, and was annoyed by the carelessness just now. When he saw Wu Mian appear again, he was staring at the moon above his head in a daze, and he couldn't bear the anger in his heart.

Fortunately, the Prison Dragon still knew the depth. He quietly walked to his master. Although he didn't say anything, he already wanted to ask his master for advice. At this time, "Qiu Wuzhen" was also wondering why Wu Mian, who had disappeared for a moment, seemed to have changed his person. What happened in that moment just now?

At that moment, "Qiu Wuzhen" nodded to his disciples. After the master's instructions, Prison Dragon sneered, and finally swung his arms to control the wind control technique, leading the dark clouds in the distance, covering the moon above Wu Mian's head.

"You are really bored..." Seeing that the moon was gone, Wu Mian was still staring at the sky. The prison dragon flew directly to Wu Mian with the help of the wind control technique. At the beginning, he did not dare to kill directly. He just tentatively activated the magic at the white-haired man sitting on the sea, and sprayed the magic that had just reached its peak, at Wu Mian.

Until this time, Wu Mian still seemed to have not felt it. He let the force hit him, and the skin hit by the magic was instantly burnt. Even the big ships of "Qiu Wuzhen" and Xu Fu could smell the burning skin.

"Pretending to be a ghost," Seeing that Wu Mian did not dodge and blocked his body's movements, Prison Dragon felt regretful. Just now, he just said that he had all his strength, and the two Wu Mian turned into a cloud of smoke. At this moment, he no longer hesitated to put the palms of his hands together, and pushed Wu Mian in the direction of Wu Mian, and a red light shot out from Prison Dragon's palm. As long as Wu Mian got a little, it would instantly turn into steam and dissipate into the air.

Seeing his magic being used, Wu Mian still had no intention of dodging. At that moment, Prison Dragon was secretly happy: Yes, this white-haired man was dead, but just now, the thought came out, and a sudden earth-shaking change occurred in front of his eyes. At this moment, the positions of Prison Dragon and Wu Mian were in the same direction. Prison Dragon stood at the position where Wu Mian was before, and the red light that had just been emitted hit him with a real and beautiful look. Prison Dragon made a miserable scream in his mouth, almost no Ren He struggled. Before the scream had stopped, he had already turned into a cloud of fog, and then the Prison Dragon had just used the wind control technique to blow the mist away.

At this time, not only the people on the boat of "Qiu Wuzhen", but even the alchemists on the boat of Xu Fu were shocked. Except for Xu Fu and "Qiu Wuzhen", there were a few people, they didn't know what happened. Wu Mian obviously did nothing just now, so why did the positions of the two of them instantly switch, how did the white-haired man do it...

"Moving the Phantom Technique..." Seeing his disciple turning into a fog, 'Qiu Wuzhen' jumped gently from the deck to the sea. He walked step by step towards Wu Mian, and while walking, he looked up at the white-haired man who was still looking up at the sky, continuing: "I don't know what Xu Fu did to you, but those are not important. What is important is that you keep your life and bury it with the prison dragon."

When he said this, 'Qiu Wuzhen' had already reached halfway from Wu Mian. At that moment, the huge figure of god-like body appeared again. At this time, Wu Mian finally came to his senses, turned to look at 'Qiu Wuzhen', and said, "Are you really that anxious? If you die, you will become a ghost. What will you become if your spiritual consciousness dies..."

"A person becomes a ghost when he dies, I will make you become nothingness directly." After yelling, Qiu Wuzhen waved at Wu Mian's position. The figure of the god behind him rushed towards Wu Mian. "Qiu Wuzhen" took action, Wu Mian was still saying: "Wait for another time..."

Before Wu Mian finished speaking, the God-Man Shadow had already arrived in front of him, raised his fist and hit Wu Mian's body. After a muffled sound, Wu Mian had not had time to hide, and his body was beaten out from afar. Before the white-haired man fell from the air, the God-Man Shadow had instantly moved to where Wu Mian was about to fall. At the moment when the white-haired man fell, the God-Man Shadow took action again and knocked Wu Mian, who had no resistance at all,

Several times in succession, the God-Shadow knocked Wu Mian out several times, making Xu Fu's alchemist who were waiting to see how the white-haired man shines very disappointed. It seems that the reason why "Qiu Wuzhen" did not kill immediately was torture Wu Mian and avenge his disciple named Prisoner.

Among all the people present, except Xu Fu still remained calm, there was only He Chong's big ship. Gui Bugui and the owner's appearance did not change unexpectedly. The two of them who had no magic could no longer see clearly what was happening on the sea in the distance. Apart from the vague look of his hand, Bai Wuqiu was telling the story of Wu Mian being beaten away by the gods and figures in the distance: "Uncle Xiao was beaten away... to fall down... and he was beaten away again. This time he flew away... and he was beaten away again. If you have the ability, you can let him fall down and beat him again. Isn't it okay?"

"If your uncle is left behind, it may not be who will be beaten," Gui Bugui smiled and glanced at Ji Lao, the owner of the poster who was also without any surprises. After pausing, he said to the poster: "I didn't expect how the poster would care about Wu Mian. If I had known this, I should have persuaded him at the beginning. Those who showed mercy to the other poster should at least keep his face."

"That is another fate for me. Even if Wu Mian doesn't take action, his face will not be saved." The poster turned his head and smiled slightly at Gui Bugui. Then he continued: "But Mr. Gui still misunderstood. Although I also care about Wu Mian, I still care about the spiritual consciousness of 'Qiu Wuzhen'. My spiritual consciousness is also wandering in the distance. Seeing it serving the body and putting my heart in mind, I am still a little worried about it..."

When the poster was talking, a sailor who was also standing on the deck watching the fun looked at him intentionally or unintentionally. However, after this glance, the sailor immediately turned his gaze to the distance and no longer had any contact with the poster in the form of Renhe River.

At this moment, the battle in the distance had new changes. Wu Mian could not count the number of times he was hit into the air by the god figure. At this time, "Qiu Wuzhen" seemed to be tired of this game. His mouth trembled slightly as if he had said something. At that moment, the huge figure was not rushing to the position where Wu Mian was about to fall, but watched the white-haired man fall into the sea, and then slowly walked towards Wu Mian's position where he fell. As the figure walked over, there were ripples like waves on its huge body. When he reached Wu Mian's landing four or five feet, the figure was already full of these ripples, and then began to gather on its hands.

At this time, Wu Mian had already crawled out of the sea. He looked at the figure of the gods getting closer and closer, and said in his unique tone: "Okay, it's almost done. I just said to wait a moment, but you didn't seem to have waited, right..."

When Wu Mian was speaking, the figure of the god came to him. It raised its fist full of ripples and fell down to the head of the white-haired man and waved it. At this time, Wu Mian walked over to the fist, and he raised his hand and made a tangled movement.

When Wu Mian's fist collided with the fist of the God-Shadow, there was no sound. Then the position where the ginseng fist and Wu Mian contacted began to dissipate little by little. Under everyone's gaze, the God-Shadow completely disappeared in front of everyone.
Chapter completed!