Witch Wind

Chapter 103 Quiet Night (Part )

Giant Clam Harbor.

There were more than 500 ships of various sizes, including the "Prince Frederick" with an equivalent of more than 15,000 tons. Dense bubbles continued to emerge from the bottom of the ships, large and small.

Along with the muffled sound of bursting watertight compartments, ships, along with the ordnance that had not been removed from the ships, including large and small caliber artillery, countless shells, explosives, guns, bullets and other items, continued to sink.

The White Clam Port is a natural deep-water port. Outside the port, after more than thirty miles of flat shelf, there is a steep slope that sinks suddenly. The water depth here reaches an astonishing three thousand meters.

Moreover, there are turbulent undercurrents in the deep waters here, and two major ocean currents converge here. The situation on the seabed is extremely complicated and extremely dangerous.

After these ships sank, it was impossible for normal people to search for traces of their wreckage.

Xing Tianli performed water escape, quietly floating at a depth of more than 100 meters from the sea surface. Every ship that remained intact sank, and he waved his sleeves, and the entire ship and the supplies on it were all collected by him.

There are five hundred ships of various sizes, with an average equivalent of more than six thousand tons, which means more than three million tons of high-quality steel.

Beside Xing Tianli, bronze witch flames were burning quietly. While collecting these sunken ships, he put all his efforts into smelting steel, and bit by bit refined the Purple Ribbon Taoist Robe, Tongtian Magic Bamboo, and Tongtian Imperial Spirit Banner, consolidating his own cultivation bit by bit.

Dozens of bloodthirsty sharks approached the Xingtian Carp cautiously. They were very interested in this luminous body in the seawater. But when they approached the Xingtian Carp about a mile away, a strong blood aura was released from the Xingtian Carp. These sharks, which were more than six feet long, were like seeing a ghost, and they shook their tails and ran away.

flood.

ancient.

Sharp.

Chill.

The blood in his body was condensed bit by bit, and his life energy level was rapidly increasing. Xing Tianli's heartbeat became stronger and stronger. In this deserted deep water, he briefly released the restraint and suppression of his breath. In the perception of those great sharks, it was like an ancient monster with a body length of more than 100 feet, suddenly breaking into the deep sea.

Xing Tianli quietly sensed the great fear emanating from the bodies of those great sharks, which was deeply rooted in their hearts.

This primitive and pure feeling of fear triggered the blood power of Xing Tianli. He squinted his eyes, and blurry images flashed before his eyes - those burly figures wearing animal skins, unarmed, with long hair, shouting and laughing wildly, running wildly in the boundless wilderness, and easily piercing the heads of giant beasts with their fists!
The fist broke the wind.

The fist tore the ground.

When thunder fell from the sky, the fist covered with calluses easily blasted the thunder into pieces.

The essence and blood were collapsing and condensing, and a more primitive and wild aura slowly seeped out into Xing Tianli's bone marrow.

He looked down in all directions with a more detached and superior attitude, at the countless marine creatures of all sizes - the ancestor of the "Wu" had once conquered all creatures between heaven and earth with the purest power; and he, the descendant of the "Wu", was now taking back the power that belonged to his ancestors.

All living beings between heaven and earth should, of course, kneel at the feet of the descendants of the "witch" Xing Tianli, just like "their ancestors".

The body is being strengthened and the blood is being improved.

Xing Tianli's mentality, no matter he was the 'celestial being Xing Tianli' in his previous life, or the 'witch Xing Tianli' in this life, his heart, his soul, his spirit, are inevitably infected by his blood.

The "elegance and transcendence" of the "immortals" is being washed away and washed away by the "tyranny and tyranny" of the "witches". This kind of replacement is slow, like a drop of water wearing away a stone.

Xing Tianli was aware of this change, but he was powerless to change it, and he... had no intention of changing it!

This kind of 'domineering' mentality is not bad!
The largest ship, the Prince Frederick, slowly sank from the sea surface with the sound of gurgling bubbles.

Xing Tianli grinned and smiled silently. He opened his arms, and all the old blood in his body burned out instantly. The power of his soul was almost exhausted in an instant. In the nine small tripods, the golden light also burned to the end instantly.

The transparent bronze witch flame expanded to a radius of one hundred feet, completely enveloping the giant ship.

Xing Tianli gave a light shout, and the nine small tripods shook in unison.

On the small tripod, countless patterns of mountains, rivers, mythical beasts and birds lit up one after another, and countless fly-head-sized symbols flew out of the tripod like fireflies, circling rapidly around the small tripod.

Nine small tripods formed a strange formation, which enhanced the smelting power of Xingtian Carp hundreds of times.

The 15,000-ton equivalent of the Prince Frederick was being melted layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye. Two hours later, the entire battleship disappeared, melted and reversed by the Xingtian Carp, and transformed into the majestic Primordial Qi that was absorbed into the body.

Brand new blood and essence spurted out from the bone marrow with a ding ding sound, and the bones and flesh all shook, and the five internal organs all spurted out a five-color torrent. The blood and essence circulated eleven times, and the body had a force of 512,000 tons!
Xing Tianli grinned and laughed, his laughter was like thunder, shaking the surrounding sea water and causing three-foot-high waves on the sea surface.

Terrifying power surged within his body, and at the moment when the condensation of his essence and blood was completed, Xing Tianli even had the illusion that he could tear a hole in the sky and earth.

The way of cultivation is so mysterious.

The bloodline of the witch is even more magical.

"This is the Tao!" Xing Tianli muttered in a low voice with bronze light in his eyes. He counted with his fingers and found that the total amount of gold, silver, copper, iron and other metals he had consumed since he started practicing was only over a million tons of metal, but he gained over 500,000 tons of physical strength!

Such a 'tiny' body can actually burst out with such extraordinary power!
"But what's so strange about that? A high-explosive shell from a five-inch cannon weighs only a few dozen pounds, but it can flatten a small reinforced concrete building weighing hundreds of tons. Even a tiny ant can lift a hundred times its own weight with its tiny body."

"Even ants are so magical, let alone witches!"

The power of the soul envelopes the whole body.

Xing Tianli saw that his bones, tendons, and even the smallest muscle fibers had all undergone a huge mutation at the most subtle level, becoming completely different from that of a normal mortal. The smallest muscle fiber in his arm was a hundred times stronger than the toughest steel wire, and its speed of contraction and expansion was more than a hundred times higher.

If the fibers in the muscles of the Xingtian carp could be taken out, the smallest muscle fiber would be able to lift several tons of weight. Muscle fibers of this strength weigh very little and can be easily blown away by the wind.

His skin, his muscles, his tendons, his bones, and all the body structures in his body, while not changing in volume and only increasing in weight slightly, have increased in strength several times over, and possess incredible power properties.

Xing Tianli secretly calculated that the defensive power of the thin layer of skin on his body was probably equivalent to the main armor plate of the "Prince Frederick", right?

Nothing but a large-caliber battleship's main gun can break his skin!

"This is the Tao!" Xing Tianli sighed again.

On the sea, all the captured Saint Ross ships had sunk and were put into the purple ribbon Taoist robe by Xing Tianli. He slowly floated to the surface, stepped on the sea water, and moved forward with a graceful figure, taking a few dozen feet at a time.

It took a whole day to collect the sunken ships and smelt the steel for training under the sea.

The moon was already high in the sky, and the blue moonlight was extremely bright, illuminating the world. In Baiqiu Port, large groups of Dongyun people were busy silently. They carried corpses, washed the streets, and sprinkled lime powder everywhere to prevent the spread of plague.

What's more, the people of Dongyun, under the protection of the descendants of Xingtian, cut down trees in the jungle to store materials for rebuilding the destroyed port buildings.

In the sky, dozens of eagles driven by the Xingtian brothers were circling, their eyes flashing with cold light, overlooking the earth from a height of more than a thousand feet above the ground. After being trained by Xingtianli with witchcraft and contracted with the Xingtian brothers, the originally sharp eyesight of these flat-haired beasts increased several times.

From high in the air, they can easily capture the movements of a small mouse on the ground.

Any ship appearing from the open sea within a radius of 100 miles cannot escape their sight.

Several large eagles keenly discovered Xing Tian Carp. They flapped their wings very intimately, suddenly descended hundreds of feet from the sky, and after circling over Xing Tian Carp's head for a few circles with soft chirping sounds, they flapped their wings and rushed into the sky again.

Xing Tianli stood on the dock of Baijiao Port, and his spiritual power quietly swept around. Those corpses and those Dongyun people who collected the corpses were fine.

Xing Tianli looked towards the towering lighthouse at the port. There was no navigation light on the lighthouse tonight. The entire lighthouse was dark. It stood quietly on the hill, bathing in the moonlight.

"Actually, not three people?"

Under the moonlight, Tata walked leisurely to the towering lighthouse. He pushed open the iron door on the ground floor, followed the spiral staircase inside the lighthouse, and walked step by step to the top floor of the lighthouse.

This is a very rare thing.

Ever since they first met Tata in Nanxun Town, the followers of 'Amité' always traveled in groups of three, no matter where they were. Xing Tianli often maliciously wondered if they also had to stay together in groups of three when they went to the toilet or took a bath.
Even, cough cough...

If they got married...

But tonight, with such beautiful moonlight, Tata actually left his teammates and ran to the top of the lighthouse alone.

Xing Tianli became curious, so he carried the bamboo and walked towards the lighthouse.

On the top floor of the lighthouse, Tata circled around the huge crystal silver-plated spotlight, carefully closed the iron door leading to the top floor from the lower floor, and sat down on the guardrail on the top floor. Her legs hung comfortably from the railing, swaying gently in the night breeze.

He looked at the sea.

He was blowing the wind.

He raised his head, looked at the half-moon in the sky, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed bathing in the moonlight.

He opened his arms and unbuttoned a few buttons, exposing his bronze chest. He let the moonlight shine on his body, and there was a faint blue, almost light purple light pattern flickering between his eyebrows.

The watery moonlight gathered on him, little by little, thread by thread, and gradually the moonlight fell on his forehead and chest like dew, seeping into his body little by little.

After a full quarter of an hour, Tata breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and took out a small, beautifully crafted sheepskin-covered notebook from his sleeve. He looked around again and took out a fountain pen, writing on the notebook in very neat handwriting.

He didn't realize that Xing Tianli had silently fallen behind him.

Xing Tianli's pupils shrank slightly.

Damn it.

Tata was writing in his diary, recording the massacre that happened last night.

Writing a diary is not a serious activity. Which serious person would be so bored as to record his or her thoughts in a notebook? If the things recorded are good things, it's fine; but if they are embarrassing, shameful things that cannot be told to others, or even messy things that violate the law... Isn't it a bit improper for you to write a diary?
Tata was writing his diary in a frivolous manner, but the characters he used were the 'ancient witch language'!
Xing Tianli's face twitched.

"Writing a diary?" Xing Tianli suddenly spoke, startling Tata.

With a strange cry, Tata suddenly turned over and jumped up. A faint light lit up between his eyebrows, and his eyes emitted a dark blue light. He waved his arms, and a streak of light echoed. On his left and right wrists, two three-inch wide bracelets made of dark blue crystal changed at the same time.

The bracelet flowed like mercury, and the bracelet on the left wrist penetrated into the skin, turning into a gorgeous, magnificent silver-blue full-moon pattern.

In Tata's mind, extremely pure spiritual waves poured into the round-moon pattern on his left wrist. With a humming sound, a transparent light shield with a diameter of three feet, as thin as a cicada's wing, and crystal clear, burst out from the round-moon pattern.

On Tata's right wrist, the bracelet turned into liquid and seeped into the skin, transforming into an exquisite crescent pattern.

A stream of pure spiritual power also surged into the crescent pattern. Tata put the five fingers of his right hand together, and a four-foot-long lightsaber spurted out from the edge of his palm. As the cold light flickered, Tata gently swung his right hand and slashed the sword towards Xing Tianli's waist.

"This sword is quite good!" Xing Tianli took a step back.

Tata was unable to hold back his strength, and the lightsaber slashed through the metal guardrail next to the spotlight, easily cutting off the solid steel column guardrail that was as thick as an arm. When the lightsaber slashed through, there was no sound, and the steel column was torn apart easily like a piece of paper.

"Sir Li Li!" Tata, who was in an extremely embarrassed state, saw the appearance of Xing Tianli and he quickly withdrew his hand.

The moon patterns on both arms glowed, the light shield and lightsaber disappeared, and the mercury-like liquid flowed out from under the skin and condensed into two wrist guards. Tata smiled bitterly at Xing Tianli: "I almost hurt you by mistake, it's my fault. But how did you appear behind me without a sound?"

Xing Tianli did not answer Tata's question, but looked at the two bracelets on his wrists curiously.

Tata had been following him for so many days, but it was the first time that Xing Tianli discovered that these two bracelets had such a wonderful change: "What kind of treasure is this? It looks extremely interesting!"

Just when the bracelet turned into liquid and combined with Tata's body, Xing Tianli's soul power forcibly invaded it and saw through some of the mysteries in it - there were actually some structures in this bracelet, which clearly took the path of fusion of "Taoist magic tools" and "Witch family magic tools".

The 'Taoist magic weapon' gives this bracelet the magic of 'change'.

The 'Wu family's magic weapon' makes this bracelet 'flesh and blood'.

However, this bracelet is definitely not any kind of 'Taoist magic weapon' or 'Witch weapon'. It is quite specious and feels like it has undergone some 'not very sophisticated' 'magic modification'.

The moonlight fell on the two bracelets.

Xing Tianli noticed that a tiny bit of moonlight seeped into the bracelets. The two bracelets were absorbing the moonlight and charging themselves.

"This is the 'Moon God' bestowed by Amitābha!" Tata raised his head proudly: "Only the most pious, bravest warriors who carry out the most dangerous missions can receive the grace of the Moon God."

Xing Tianli raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger. The notebook that had just fallen to the ground flew up by itself and fell into his hands.

"Diary?" Xing Tianli shook the notebook in his hand.

Tata pursed his lips tightly. He glanced at his notebook, his eyes flickering slightly. Xing Tianli felt a hint of nervousness from him. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "No, I'm just calculating my merits."

Xing Tianli smiled.

He flipped through the notebook seemingly casually, his eyes quickly scanning it, and in an instant he had read the contents of the notebook in detail.

It is definitely the "ancient witch language", but how to say it?

The "Ancient Witch Script" is actually a simplified version of the "Ancient Witch Pattern". The origin of the "Ancient Witch Pattern" is that the most primitive witches observed the heaven and earth, felt the great way, and extracted the traces of the great way of the operation of the heaven and earth from the heaven and earth.

'Ancient Witch Script' is derived from 'Ancient Witch Pattern'. It is a note-taking tool specifically used to record and explain the mysteries of 'Witch Pattern', record the wonderful principles of the great Dao, pass on knowledge, pass on civilization, and pass on the wisdom of the witch clan from generation to generation.

Therefore, the "Ancient Witch Script" has a very strict grammar. The arrangement and combination of just a dozen "Witch Scripts" can even deduce hundreds of different meanings. This is an extremely profound and profound knowledge. When the Witch Clan was rampant in the world, the only ones who could master the "Ancient Witch Script" were those old antiques in the tribe who had spent their entire lives studying and comprehending it.

Xing Tianli, of course, is proficient in the "Ancient Wu Wen". This knowledge comes directly from the indoctrination of the "Original Wu Jing", which is the purest, most original, and most authentic "Wu Wen" inheritance.

So when Xing Tianli saw Tata's diary, he almost threw the notebook away.

In Xing Tianli's opinion, the grammar in Tata's diary, the order of the witch text, etc., are just like a poor elementary school student using his empty brain to forcibly explain the principles of "relativity".

The article is full of errors and omissions and is unbearable to read.

What made Xing Tianli even more troubled was that these Wuwen were missing some parts, and most of them had missing strokes. If Xing Tianli did not have the complete inheritance of the "Ancient Wuwen", he really would not be able to finish reading these diaries.

(End of this chapter)