Mu Xingqiu's purple-patterned sword was gone. It was a magic sword assigned to him by the Grandmaster Ning Qiwei of Pangshan. It was higher than the magic weapon refined by many Taoist priests. It was because of this magic sword that he could fly on the sword.

From the third level of inhalation to the present, this purple-patterned sword has been with him for nearly a year, but it has disappeared when he needs it the most.

Looking around, there was sea water all around, endless, without Xuanwu's back, without rootless island, without Fangfang and purple sword, and even the lightning magic whip in his hand was gone, only a piece of something like a boat board floated a dozen steps away.

"Fangfang!" Mu Xingqiu shouted loudly and swam towards the board. When he got closer, he found that it was a turtle shell, nearly two meters long and ten meters wide, with incomplete edges, and some places seemed to be connected with flesh and blood.

Mu Xingqiu didn't remember how this turtle shell was taken down. Seeing that there was nothing on it, he dived underwater again and used his eyes to search everywhere. There was a strange light in the depths. Mu Xingqiu calmed down and finally felt relieved.

That was his lightning whip, which was being held in Fangfang's hand and was swimming towards him.

The two of them held their hands and rose together, returned to the sea, looked at each other, and smiled at the same time. Mu Xingqiu pointed to the hard shell of Xuanwu that was floating further and further away, "We still have a boat."

After a while, the two stood on the hard shell. The first problem they faced was that their clothes were soaked and very uncomfortable. Fangfang remembered that she had seen a spell that made fire out of nowhere, but it was very mana-consuming. She was recalling the trick, and Mu Xingqiu gently knocked on her forehead, "I can make fire spell."

This is a typical mantra of the mind, with dozens of words, first a prayer word like a poem, and finally ends with "As soon as the command is executed."

A bonfire appeared in front of the two of them, and there was no flammable underneath, but it burned very vigorously. There was only one disadvantage: the fire was not hot enough, but it was a little warm. Mu Xingqiu even reached in. He was a little embarrassed, "Reciting the heart mantra is mostly similar to illusions, and can only be used to scare people."

Fangfang felt it was very novel, and even walked into the flames, used the little heat to dry her clothes, and said with a smile: "It feels good."

Mu Xingqiu then chanted the mantra again and raised a fire. He walked in and found that it was indeed interesting, like a warm wind blowing upwards, but it was even more uncomfortable to wear half-dry clothes. "Let's turn around and open the clothes."

The two of them unbuttoned their blue robe so that they could dry faster.

Mu Xingqiu asked: "Where are we?"

"I don't know, it seems to be very far from Qi Mountain."

"What's going on? Xuanwu threw us out of the sea. When he returned to the sea, he changed his position."

"Maybe it is a water escape method. I remember a saying, "Xuanwu leaps, one step is a thousand miles away." We are thousands of miles away."

"Qianli? But where did Xuanwu run?" Mu Xingqiu looked around, but didn't look back.

"It probably leaped again after spitting out a whip." Fangfang also looked around, except for the hard shells on which the two of them were riding, there was nothing on the sea.

The clothes were dry and the flames disappeared. The two of them turned around and didn't feel scary. Instead, they were a little excited, as if the two children suddenly discovered that there was a different world in the house and couldn't wait to explore.

But they still have many things to do, the first is to determine the position. Fangfang is more aware of this kind of thing. Based on the time and the height and direction of the sun, he calculated the leap of Xuanwu toward Qishan. As for the distance, it was about one thousand to three thousand miles.

Soon after, night fell, Fangfang looked up at the astrological signs, re-estimated and confirmed that the two were indeed in the northeast of Qishan, with their hard shells drifting with the waves and floating towards the continent to the west.

They had to adjust their direction. Neither of them had any experience in driving a boat. Mu Xingqiu came up with an idea to whip the sea water with a whip and push the hard shell to sail southwest. But doing so was too troublesome and he had to cast spells constantly. Fangfang thought of a few spells, fixed the whip handle on the hard shell, and then let the whip dangle in the water, sway left and right like a snake, and could also push the boat forward. He only needed to cast spells once every hour.

Mu Xingqiu knows a lot of spells, and Fangfang has read more books, so you think of one move, I think of one move, until midnight, and finally can control the hard shell freely, and remove all the dirt on it, so you can sit down and rest.

"Do they think we two are dead?" Mu Xingqiu suddenly remembered this question.

Fangfang thought for a while, "It shouldn't be." She took out half of a copper ring from her arms and looked at the moonlight for a while. "This is the teacher's ring. The disciple has half of his hand, and the first one has another half. If the disciple dies, the first one can feel it. Qishan has its own way to contact Pangshan, and the left one can prove that I am still alive."

The treasure bag that Mu Xingqiu tied to his waist was still there, and he took out a complete ring from it, "I can't even send my other half of my teacher ring."

Fangfang smiled, "Congratulations, you are not only a disciple of the Minxin Department, but also the first person in the Minxin Department."

Mu Xingqiu also smiled, "Yes, I am the only one, who should I be the leader? When I reach the realm of Gu Xia and can be the master of the Ministry of Education, I must encourage a few disciples to join the Minxin Department and not be the only successor."

The two of them chatted like this and talked about the hard shell they were riding. Mu Xingqiu guessed that it might have been pulled off by the lightning magic whip, while Fangfang thought it might be the price of Xuanwu Water Escape.

"It is said that there are only three Xuanwu in the world." The night is getting heavier and darker, and neither of them is sleepy. Fangfang's words begin to increase, mostly what they see in the book, "Destroy the world, Youliao, Feixiao, Destroy the world's Xuanwu is the smallest."

"The smallest one?" Mu Xingqiu shook his head, "Fortunately, there are only three Xuanwu. If you come a few more, the whole ocean can't hold it anymore. After all, Xuanwu doesn't seem to be very powerful."

"No, the Xuanwu power is extremely powerful, and the hard shell on the body can even resist some of the magic of the Shentao Priest. We chose a cheap one. The Destroying Xuanwu was determined to destroy the rootless island and could not distribute the power to deal with other enemies. The neck was its weakness, but even if we hit it, it could only make it feel pain and could not kill it."

"Then it still wants to escape from water?"

"Exotic beasts like Xuanwu have existed for at least tens of thousands of years, and it is extremely difficult to grow to this extent today. They are all very cautious, even a little timid, and unwilling to conflict with Taoist priests. Xuanwu, who actually attacked Qishan himself. This is a strange thing. It is also strange that if you destroy the rootless island, you will run away."

"I guess it's related to the chaos of Jingshan."

"Um?"

Mu Xingqiu sat upright and used his fingers to slash the hard shell. Since he heard that nine masters gathered in Luan Jingshan to discuss plans to deal with the sirens, he often thought about this matter. "Lunjingshan is located in the southwest of the Holy Fu Dynasty, very close to the South China Sea, and is about 5,000 miles away from Qishan. If the rootless island is sent to the middle of the two mountains, it can form a line of defense. The world-destroying Xuanwu destroyed the rootless island, probably to prevent Qishan and Luan Jingshan from joining forces."

"I am really worthy of being the first in the Immortal Science and I think so far."

"Are you kidding me?"

Fangfang shook her head seriously, "You should tell the Grandmaster these ideas."

"The masters must have thought of this a long time ago and are ready." Mu Xingqiu looked southwest and sighed, "I hope I can go back to Qishan earlier, and maybe I can catch up with the battle with the sirens."

"Don't worry, even the Destroying Xuanwu was invited out. Will this war end in a short time? If you want to fight, there is still a chance."

The two chatted casually. After Fangfang casts spells on the whip again, Mu Xingqiu suggested that they take turns thinking and take a rest. After dawn, the hard shell still floats on the boundless sea, and there is no island in sight. Mu Xingqiu had to admit that it would take a few days for them to go back to Qishan, and it was useless to be anxious.

The next problem is food and water. After years of practice, both of them can still tolerate hunger and thirst for several days, but it will consume a lot of energy.

Mu Xingqiu took a dagger and went into the sea to catch a few safer fish. He didn't dare to eat too much after packing it up, for fear of becoming more thirsty afterwards.

The sunshine at the sea is also a problem. Mu Xingqiu took off his outer robe and Fangfang cast a spell to make it bigger. His sleeves were tied to the edge of the hard shell. When the sea breeze blew, the clothes were expanding, enough to block the sun.

Three days later, there was a heavy rain. The two collected a little rain, but lost their way. They did not regain the southwest until the rain was clear.

On the fourth day, the two met a group of iron-bridged dragons, more than thirty, which seemed to be the one that attacked Qishan a few days ago. They did not turn into flying fish, appeared in the form of dragons themselves, jumped up and sneaked back, like wheels of different sizes rolling forward rapidly in the ocean.

The dragon was more than ten miles away from the two Taoist priests of Pangshan. They were not malicious or guarded. They seemed to be simply playing and disappeared soon.

"It's really strange, is the iron-bridged dragon not participating in the war?" Mu Xingqiu watched the dragon disappear from a distance. He was ready for battle, but the result was a redundant move.

"I remember that man named Hong Futian said that the dragons were going to deliver messages. It seems that their messages have arrived."

"Is Jiaolong going to betray the squad?"

"I think the demon race is like humans, everyone has their own ideas."

Mu Xingqiu was still a little alert and stared at the direction where the Iron-Ring Dragon left for a long time before finally convinced that this was not a battle of encounter.

On the fifth day, Qishan was still missing, and Mu Xingqiu was about to welcome the young demon again.

When she was in Pang Shan, observing Zhenhuan was Zuo Liuying's privilege. Fangfang never had the opportunity to participate, so she was very happy and found a place to sit early and looked at him intently.

Mu Xingqiu was a little embarrassed to be stared at, and he also started practicing boxing early. He quickly calmed down and stood on the hard shell, and did not dare to have too much movement.

The second update of the night, the young demon appeared on time. He did not practice boxing with humans for the first time, but rushed directly to Fangfang and looked at her in a daze. There was no sound of clicking in his mouth, as if he had been looking forward to this moment.

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