Chapter 948: Sea of blood
Qiu San issued several orders decisively. ===
"Let all the watchmen come out, release all the watch pigeons, and be sure to find out exactly what happened within a hundred miles. At the same time, all the swordsmen and spearmen are ready to stand by at any time! What is the danger, I ask everyone to fight back all the enemies who come in the first time!"
Hearing this, a young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly walked around the ship, screaming and calling everyone to be fully alert.
Sensing the smell of rain in the air, the sailors, servants, soldiers, etc. on the steel building did not dare to neglect, and they began to execute orders in an orderly manner. Shidu turned into a huge war machine, exuding a strong smell of killing and bitterness.
The monks on the deck were completely at a loss, looking at each other one by one, waiting for the development of the situation.
And more and more monks in the cabin heard the wind and squeezed onto the deck. What happened to the bottom? !
After the many sailors were fully on guard, just a few breaths later, Liu Xuan, headed by the small servants, separated them and ran back to Qiu San with the fastest speed, and he reported to Qiu San with a nervous expression.
"Guild Master, a faint red mist suddenly appeared 100 miles ahead, and nothing can be seen clearly inside, covering the entire sea!"
"Ok?"
Qiu San nodded calmly, he thought for a moment, and a flash of extreme fear suddenly flashed across the deepest part of his pupils, as if thinking of something.
Gritting his teeth slightly, Qiu San forcibly maintained a calm expression on his face: "What is the range of the fog? How much visibility? Can you go around?"
"It is boundless. The entire sea area in front is covered by the red fog. Although the fog looks very light, there is nothing in it, and there is no way to go around!"
Liu Xuan's voice already trembled slightly.
In fact, Liu Xuan didn't know what the fog was, but he instinctively felt fear and despair.
"I know……"
Qiu San just thought for a few breaths, and a smile appeared on his face. He smiled and said, "Then turn around. Since I don’t know what’s in the mist, it’s probably not a big deal. We don’t need to get closer. , After all, there is a whole ship here, there is no need to take risks...pass my order, turn around on the spot, let's go back!"
Qiu San's smile was the same as usual, but Chu Chen could feel the coldness and despair in his spiritual sense. At this moment, his spiritual sense had fallen into an endless abyss.
He smiled, just calming everyone on the boat. This feeling is like knowing that the big ship is going to hell, but he doesn't want to panic everyone before entering hell.
"President, are you sure we want to return to the same place?"
At this moment, a tall and strong figure walked out of the cabin. This man was dressed in red armor with a heroic face. He was in his early forties, tall and tall, with a stubble face, emitting a smell of war. It is the captain of this steel ship.
He strode to Qiu San with a solemn expression, "Really want to turn back?"
"My purpose is not to turn back, but to avoid the red fog!"
Qiu San smiled faintly, "Who knows that those red mists are unlucky things, let's avoid them first."
Chu Chen faintly felt that he already knew the nature of red mist!
Seeing that the captain was still hesitating, Qiu San spoke again.
"It's like this... The entire sea area ahead is blocked, and you can only retreat. You have heard a lot of the legends of the West Sea... There are many messy things? Let's not try to risk it. It's nothing serious. Just avoid the red mist!"
Qiu San said lightly, and the captain nodded first, but suddenly he conquered, as if thinking of something suddenly.
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times. What he wanted to say was stopped by Qiu San's eyes, and he bowed his head sadly.
"I understand."
The captain nodded his head again, and walked back to the cabin control room in despair.
Chu Chen's heart also became more and more disturbed. What kind of person Qiu San was, he probably knew better than the other monks on the ship, the super power of the Meteor Chamber of Commerce guarding the heavy land of Yinshan Mountain.
You can imagine how terrible the red mist is now that you are in desperation!
Chu Chen looked at the sea. At this moment, the blue sea horizon ahead was occupied by a light red halo. The red mist was light and elegant, and was blocked by a strange wave. The entire sea area can already be clearly seen with the naked eye.
After a few breaths, the young servant Liu Xuan returned to Qiu San's side, and stopped talking tremblingly.
"Talk." Qiu San's smile became more and more far-fetched.
"Boss of the boat asked me to tell the guild leader, hide... I can't avoid it... It seems that the fog is affected by the sea breeze, and our rear is also blocked by the fog... We are trapped by the fog!!"
Chu Chen found Qiu San's eyes darkened ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seemed that his heart was finally broken. He took a few deep breaths, and the smile on his face faded a little bit.
"Trouble... we actually encountered this kind of thing, we are afraid that we will not be able to avoid this legendary'sea of blood'!"
A calm voice came from behind everyone, and Chu Chen looked back and saw a young and long figure standing beside Qiu San with a solemn expression.
He was dressed in white, with yellowish skin, dragon eyebrows and tiger eyes. He was the second strongest member of the team in this trip to the Western Desolation Region, the Sect Master of Pure Sun Fang Rentang.
Qiu San didn't say a word, he understood that the paper could not contain the fire at this time.
A charming female nun next to her heard the word "blood sea", her face paled, "Sect Master Fang, is this really the legendary "blood sea"?"
"Yes, this is the legendary'blood sea'."
Fang Rentang nodded solemnly, and sighed faintly, "This kind of thing is so weird, I didn't expect us to run into it. President Qiu, what are we going to do?"
Qiu San still did not speak, with a dull expression on his face, as if speechless.
Fang Rentang's pupils contracted and his tone was low, "Blood Sea...that is a legend, a legend that only circulates in the West Sea, and is a nightmare-level legend for all monks."
Among the cultivators, there were obviously many people who had heard of the legend of the West Sea, each of them became dull, and their bodies trembled unconsciously.
"It is said that since ancient times, once every 100 years, a sea of blood will randomly appear on the boundless West Sea. The sea area covered by blood mist is the sea of blood. Once any ship or creature enters the area of the blood sea, no monk can survive. , The sea of blood can be said to be a sea of monks’ graves, a sea of death belonging to hell.
