"On the 21st of mid-winter, I had sailed on the sea for forty-five days, and the whole day was endless blue, which made me feel so much vomiting... We didn't encounter any major trouble. The hurricane and the sea beast retreated sadly in front of the Miracle. This was a very safe trip, but it was also the most uncomfortable journey. Because it was too long, it seemed that there was no end. Today Yang told me that we had only sailed one-third of the journey. How long should I stay on the sea..."

Marceau turned his quill boredly, closed the blue navigation log, and lay down on the bed.

Boring, boring, boring!

She had ten thousand claws in her heart, and she was extremely irritated.

After a while, she bent down and took out a wine bottle from the bottom of the boat, shook it, and one-third of the liquid inside. She opened it and poured it into her mouth. The scorching and spicy liquid rushed into her throat. She bit her mouth tightly, and tears choked out of her eyes, but fortunately, she could finally bear it.

The heat flow rushed into her body, and her limbs and bones were filled with heat.

The red color spread on her skin. She burped happily and closed her eyes with dizziness.

The drunken and floating feeling finally drove away the irritability. She turned over on the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took.

A sharp cracking sound came from the deck.

Then there was a series of yells.

Marceau, who woke up from the sleeping sleep, sat up from the bed, sure it was not an illusion, so she quickly put on her clothes, picked up the dagger on the bow and ran outside.

As soon as the door was opened, a sharp light flashed in front of her eyes. She exclaimed and subconsciously lowered her head. The shining light fell on the wooden door, and with a click, the burnt smell filled with it.

Marceau's last bit of alcohol was scared into cold sweat. She looked up and saw that less than a foot above her head, a black charred hole had already formed on the wooden door. She quickly rolled back to the room, took a few breaths before looking out through the porthole.

Oh my god, what kind of monsters are those!

Snake-like monsters floated on the sea. Their heads and necks were covered with scales, their hair was wriggling poisonous snakes, wild boar fangs, iron hands and golden wings. The eyes were like lightning, and the lightning just now came from their eyes.

She was still thinking about rushing out, but the hatch door was knocked open with a bang.

A tall figure rolled in with a ball of things in his arms.

Marceau screamed and pulled out his sword.

"It's me." Yang Zheng's voice sounded in the dark room.

Marceau felt relieved and asked anxiously: "What kind of monsters are there outside."

"Little Lai said it was Medusa!"

"Simon?" Marceau gasped: "Where are they?"

Yang Zheng stood up at this time and let Marceau see clearly what he was holding in his arms. They were two stone statues.

"Rion Legolas!" Marceau looked at the man who turned into a stone and could move only his eyes. He was frightened and trembled: "How could this happen?"

"Their eyes can shoot lightning, and as soon as they see their eyes, they will be hit by lightning and turned into stones."

"Then...what do?" Marceau is okay to give advice, but she can fight, and her experience is zero.

Yang Zheng put two stone statues on the bed and said to Masuo: "You stay here, don't go out of the room. I'll go to the control room to see if I can kill these sirens."

"Yang...you, be careful!" Marceau saw through the porthole that the Siren around had begun to climb up the Miracle.

Yang Zheng made a gesture of confidence to her, tear off a tablecloth and tied it to her eyes, flew out of the door, and instantly disappeared in the darkness. Marceau could only hold the short sword in his hand tightly and wait in the darkness...

Yang Zheng relied on his keen sense to travel in the dark, his mental power spreading everywhere, and he always paid attention to the surrounding situation.

At this time, forty or fifty Medusa had already climbed up on the deck and kept running.

Yang Zhengdi's purpose was the control room. He moved along the cabin wall toward the control room. At the door of the control room, two Medusa were flashing with light bulbs. Yang Zheng pounced down from the air like a bat, and his body nimbled in the air. The dragon bone dagger cut a white mark.

One of the Medusa didn't even snort, and the ugly head flew out.

The other Medusa quickly turned around, and a flash of lightning flashed in her eyes, but Yang Zheng had tied his eyes, so Yang Zheng reached out to block the light and sent the dagger into Medusa's heart with his right hand.

The two Medusa were killed in the flash. Yang Zheng flashed into the control room. He pulled off the cloth strip from his eyes and came to the control table. The radar showed dense spots of light, with a total of thousands. Yang Zheng's left arm was still numb at this moment, and he could only rely on his right hand to operate in front of the control table.

The magic cannon extends from both sides of the hull.

Yang Zheng did the same thing, with four guns firing in succession, and the strong sound shock rages within a radius of one kilometer.

After a few shots came down, Medusa, who was on the outer side of the ship, was indeed shocked, but more than a hundred Medusa had gathered on the ship. They felt the danger and rushed towards the control room.

The control room was torn apart by several pairs of iron hands.

Medusa's snake body drilled in, and Yang Zheng hurriedly reached for the cloth strip. A flash of lightning had already shot, breaking the cloth strip.

At this time, more and more Medusa were gathered outside the control room.

Yang Zheng couldn't stop each person from lightning, because this kind of lightning was not ordinary magic, but an attack similar to a curse. No matter how strong Yang Zheng was, he could not resist it.

He retreated in despair, would he die from the hands of these monsters?

Several Medusa rushed in, and the lightning flashed wildly. Yang Zheng closed his eyes and dodged in the control room. He was so ill that he wanted to seek medical treatment. He grabbed the things around him and used them to block them. At this time, another lightning shot from behind him. He saw the magic mirror, waved it casually, and secretly shouted that the magic mirror was about to be finished.

It's just that things are beyond expectations.

The lightning flashed on the magic mirror and actually bounced back, hitting Medusa who fired it directly, and immediately stoned it.

Yang Zheng was overjoyed and hurriedly grabbed the magic mirror.

He used the magic mirror to reflect it a few times, opened a gap, rushed out of the control room, and Medusa screamed.

At this time, more than a hundred Medusa gathered on the deck. Considering the safety of Marceau and others, Yang Zheng ran towards the bow of the ship. At this time, he had to lead the group of Medusa out of the Miracle first. He rushed left and right on the deck of the Miracle, confirming that all Medusa were following him and jumped into the sea.

As soon as he jumped into the sea, he dived toward the seabed.

More than a hundred Medusa followed closely behind and chased after them wildly.

In order to lead them far away, Yang Zheng tried his best to swim into the deep sea, and turned back from time to time to counterattack the sirens, provoking them to track them unyieldingly.

Time passes minute by minute.

Yang Zheng took those group of Medusa to swim under the sea for a long time. He believed that Emasoe's intelligence would definitely understand his intentions.

Appears ahead

Pang Coral Reef.

Yang Zheng decided to get rid of Medusa here, and he swam towards the coral reefs and drilled into the dense reef caves.

He was like the most flexible swimming fish, making a deep-sea hide-and-seek with the group of Medusa.

The coral reef is very large, and he is confident that Medusa is dizzy here.

However, the facts seemed to be a little beyond his estimate. Medusa's tracking ability is comparable to the most sensitive hunting dogs. When Yang Zheng thought he was rid of them, he came out of a certain corner. He was very annoying.

You should know that although Yang Zheng has much stronger physical strength and an unusual body than ordinary people, he is still a human being after all.

If he continues to work like this, Yang Zheng may be exhausted by himself.

Just when he was sure to have a head-on conflict with Medusa.

A vast white color appeared in front of him, which was mist.

The fog spread in the firework-like coral reefs, making the already beautiful coral reef look even more dreamy. Yang Zheng quickly swam to the edge of the fog. When he got closer, he found that the fog was not pure white, but with a faint blue.

Moreover, these fogs obviously have boundaries, and are not becoming increasingly dimmed like ordinary fogs, and cannot distinguish boundaries.

Yang Zheng stood more than ten meters away from the edge of the fog and did not dare to go there again.

It was already incredible that this mist-like fluid appeared on the seabed. He was worried about whether the mist was poisonous, and the flow of the mist also gave him a strange feeling.

That's total intuition.

The fog was waving in vain. Yang Zhengdi heard Medusa screaming behind him. He raised his dagger and stabbed the fog. When the tip of the sword was about to touch the fog, the light blue mist suddenly contracted backwards and avoided the tip of the sword.

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment and took another step forward.

The fog spreads to both sides.

Yang Zheng was shocked and suspicious. The fog seemed to have life. He no longer hesitated and took another step forward. At this time, he didn't realize that he was about to enter the fog.

Mu Ran screamed again behind him.

Yang Zheng looked at it and his face changed drastically. He saw a Medusa swallowed up by the fog. Seeing her struggling, it was as if the fog was the mouth of a sea beast.

This vision made Yang Zheng quickly retreat.

The blue fog turned against the previous shrinkage form, rolling over like a huge wave, and suddenly turned into a bloody mouth in Yang Zheng's eyes. Yang Zheng was shocked. His reaction was extremely fast, but the huge mouth transformed into a fog was even faster. Before Yang Zheng could withdraw a few steps, he felt that his eyes were dark.

In the darkness.

Yang Zheng woke up.

In fact, he did not fall into a coma. The momentary devouring made him feel like he had entered another world, and there was no longer water around him, but the light blue fog still lowered his sight greatly. Yang Zheng tried to shout, but he found that his voice seemed to be like a water, and he couldn't reach much far away.

All of this was extremely strange, making Yang Zheng's nerves tense to the extreme. He groped carefully in the blue fog, his mental power dispersed with all his strength, and was always wary of whether there would be any terrible creatures in the fog. But to his surprise, except for the fog that swallowed him, Yang Zheng could no longer feel the breath of other life.

Even the devoured Medusa didn't know where they went.

It's like a pool of calm stagnant water.

And Yang Zheng became the only living creature to break into this stagnant world.

He tried his best to calm himself down and walk in the fog. Now he can't think too much about things, and he can't even think about what will happen outside.

Yang Zheng, who had no idea of ​​the situation outside, walked in the fog for a long time, forcing himself to calm down. In the strange world surrounded by fog and without any sound, he felt helpless to return to the astral realm, but he had to persevere. He tried again and again to walk out the road.

At this time, the magic mirror in his hand suddenly emitted a light.
To be continued...