Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Zhang Tianzun's eyes were extremely cold, just like the frost condensed in the cold winter, and the coldness seemed to freeze everything around him. He stared at the guy holding the big sword in his hand, without any warmth in his eyes. The man was approaching him step by step with extremely slow steps, and each step seemed extremely heavy, as if carrying a thousand pounds of force. The heavy footsteps resounded in this silent space, and each sound was like thunder, shocking. Zhang Tianzun's heart tightened involuntarily, and it felt like being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, almost suffocating him. His heart was beating violently, as if struggling desperately to get rid of this invisible pressure. The tension was like a shadow, always lingering in his heart, making him feel like he was falling into the abyss, unable to extricate himself.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, and that arc was full of disdain and contempt, as if the other party was just an insignificant speck of dust in his eyes, not worth mentioning at all. There was a bit of undisguised sarcasm in his expression, and his eyes seemed to say how ridiculous and stupid the other party's behavior was. He said coldly: "Boy, you are quite arrogant!" These words seemed to carry a trace of chill, spreading in the air like cold mist. The chill seemed to have substance, and people couldn't help but feel a piercing chill coming at them, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly. The voice echoed in the empty field for a long time, as if announcing its majesty and inviolability to the other party.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Tianzun's eyes condensed instantly, and his eyes were as sharp as cold stars, cold and deep. There was an invisible pressure in his eyes, which made people dare not look at him, as if they would be frozen by the cold eyes if they just looked at him. Then, he swung the flying sword in his hand without hesitation. Under his control, the flying sword instantly shone brightly, and the dazzling light illuminated the surroundings. The light was so dazzling, as hot as a small sun, illuminating everything around like daylight. The light turned into three extremely sharp rays of light, like lightning that cut through the darkness, rushing forward at an astonishing speed. The speed was so fast that people only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the three rays of light flew out like an arrow from a string, with an indomitable momentum, and went straight to Wang Xunhai. Wherever the light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making bursts of piercing whistles.

Wang Xunhai saw this, but his face was still as calm as water, without showing even a trace of panic. His eyes were deep and calm, as if everything in front of him was within his expectations. His eyes were like a bottomless lake, calm and mysterious, making it impossible for people to peek into the mystery. His expression was calm and composed, as if nothing in the world could shake his heart. He steadily and forcefully inserted the heavy sword in his hand into the solid ground. The moment the sword entered the ground, the ground trembled slightly and raised a small piece of dust. The dust spread in the air, like a thin layer of smoke, adding a touch of mystery to this tense scene. Then, he gently waved his hand at the sword, muttering something in his mouth. The low voice seemed to contain some mysterious power, flowing slowly in the air. Although the voice was low, it seemed to have a special rhythm, like an ancient spell, which made people involuntarily attracted and immersed in it. The voice seemed to be a call from ancient times, carrying a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

A magical scene happened. Under his spell, the sword suddenly grew larger. The speed of the change was so fast that it was jaw-dropping. In the blink of an eye, the sword turned into an indestructible iron wall, exuding a cold and solid aura. The iron wall was tall and majestic, standing there like an insurmountable mountain. Its surface flashed with a cold light, which made people afraid, as if no force could destroy it. The light was like a cold moon in a cold night, cold and majestic, making people dare not approach easily.

Zhang Tianzun's flying sword fell fiercely on the big sword like an arrow from a bow, and there was a loud "clang" sound that resounded through the sky. The sound was like a huge bell, deafening, as if it would break a person's eardrum. The whole space seemed to tremble, and the strong sound waves spread out in all directions, like surging waves, making people's bodies tremble slightly. The flying sword seemed to hit an extremely hard rock, and the powerful reaction force caused the flying sword to be directly bounced out. The flying sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, and instantly disappeared in the distant sky, leaving no trace, leaving only a bright light that gradually dissipated in the air. The light was as gorgeous as fireworks, but with a hint of tragic color.

After seeing this unexpected scene, Zhang Tianzun was stunned, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. His eyes were full of astonishment and shock, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were about to fall out, and his mouth was wide open, as if an egg could fit in. He subconsciously took a step back, his steps slightly staggering, and the original confidence and determination in his eyes were now replaced by astonishment. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start for a moment, and just stood there blankly, motionless. His body seemed to be frozen, and only the rapid breathing showed his inner restlessness.

At this moment, there were bursts of unbridled laughter from the back, and the laughter reverberated in the air, which was particularly harsh. The laughter was like a sharp blade, piercing Zhang Tianzun's heart fiercely, causing him to surge with an unknown anger. The laughter was so arrogant and reckless, as if the whole world became small and insignificant in this laughter. The laughter echoed in the open field, like thunder, making people's ears buzz. Zhang Tianzun frowned and turned his head with an angry face, only to see Nezha holding his stomach with both hands, laughing. His laughter was so arrogant and reckless, as if the whole world became small in his laughter. His body was shaking constantly, and tears were about to come out of his laughter. The laughter seemed to fill the entire space, leaving people nowhere to escape. His face was filled with a smug look, as if he was extremely excited about the scene he saw.

Zhang Tianzun glared at Nezha, who was laughing so hard, in exasperation. His teeth were chattering, and his angry eyes seemed to be spewing flames. His chest was heaving violently, and his breathing became rapid. It was obvious that he was very angry. His face turned red, as if he would explode at any time. But Nezha didn't care about it at all. He still did his own thing and made a playful face at Zhang Tianzun. The face was very lifelike and very naughty, which made people angry and funny. Nezha's eyes were full of teasing and provocation, as if he was demonstrating to Zhang Tianzun and telling him that he was the master of this contest. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile, which was full of confidence and pride.