Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai stood straight like a pine tree, like an ancient pine tree that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, standing proudly in front of the Bull Demon King. His upright figure exuded an aura of unwavering determination and perseverance, as if no force in the world could shake him.

His body is like a majestic mountain towering into the clouds, firmly rooted in the earth. No matter how the wind howls like a demon or howls like a ferocious beast, he remains as steady as a rock, motionless, showing an extraordinary concentration.

He exuded an incomparable aura, like a surging, overwhelming wave, and the majestic power made people feel awed and afraid to approach. His eyes were filled with a strong doubt, and the doubt was like a deep, boundless, mysterious whirlpool, which seemed to contain endless mysteries, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it mercilessly, and once people fell into it, they could not extricate themselves.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice steady and powerful, resounding like a huge bell, each word seemed to carry a thousand-pound force, shocking people: "Those guys are as disorderly and chaotic as bees and butterflies. In such a complicated and unpredictable situation, do you think anyone would dare to easily set foot here?"

The Bull Demon King has a heavy face and a solemn expression, like an ancient and mysterious statue, exuding an awe-inspiring majesty. His solemn expression seems to carry thousands of years of history, telling countless unknown stories, which makes people have endless reverie about his inner world.

He nodded solemnly, his voice as low as thunder, echoing in the air, that voice seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and reach the deepest part of people's hearts: "Nezha has successfully escaped. In my opinion, he will definitely rack his brains to find a way to get help. Given Nezha's character, he is very likely to ask his father, Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, to lead everyone to rush here to avenge this deep hatred."

When Wang Xunhai heard this, his brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and he looked like he was facing a problem that could never be solved, which made people worried. His brows were wrinkled like the ups and downs of mountains, and the deep ravines seemed to hide endless worries and determination. He snorted coldly, and his tone was not only full of disdain, but also revealed an unparalleled arrogance: "If his father dares to come here, I will mercilessly kill him with my sword. No matter who comes, don't think of changing this destined outcome! The sword in my hand will definitely let them deeply appreciate my power and let them know that I, Wang Xunhai, am not someone to be trifled with!"

A cunning look flashed across the Bull Demon King's face, just like a ghost quietly appearing in the dark night, fleeting and elusive. At that moment, a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes, as if he was carefully planning some conspiracy. Then, he spoke in an orderly manner: "He not only has the powerful backing of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, but his network of contacts in the heavens is intricate, entangled, and extremely extensive. He has many immortal friends, and each of them is by no means ordinary. Take the Eight Immortals who crossed the sea, for example. Each of them possesses unique and extraordinary magical powers, and their magic power is unfathomable and powerful. The gourd of Tieguai Li contains endless mysteries and can hold all things in the world, as if it is a miniature universe. The mysterious power in it is unimaginable; Han Zhongli's banana fan can stir up strong winds and huge waves with a light wave. The surging power is enough to destroy everything. All things in the world seem insignificant in front of this power; Lu Dongbin's sword is extremely sharp, flashing with a cold and cold light, which can cut off all evil in the world, as if it is a symbol of justice; and the lotus of He Xiangu blooms with charming brilliance and can emit The charming fragrance makes people intoxicated, as if they are in a fairyland, and the beautiful scene makes people intoxicated; Zhang Guolao's donkey, seemingly ordinary, can travel thousands of miles a day, as fast as lightning, and its magic makes people amazed; Lan Caihe's flower basket is filled with rare treasures, each of which exudes a mysterious light, as if it contains endless magic; Han Xiangzi's flute, the music played can make people intoxicated, as if it can touch the depths of the soul, and the beautiful melody makes people immersed in it; Cao Guojiu's jade plate has even more magical power, containing endless mysteries, which makes people full of curiosity and awe. Moreover, there is Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earthly immortals. My lord, you must not forget that you killed Zhen Yuanzi's friend Zhang Tianzun in a fierce battle before. With Zhen Yuanzi's temperament, he will certainly not give up easily, let alone sit back and watch. "

Wang Xunhai's eyes revealed a look of contempt, and that contempt seemed to be an extreme disdain for everything in the world. He suddenly raised his hand, which was firm and powerful, as if it contained endless power, and pointed directly to the north where Zhen Yuanzi was. His fingers were as hard as steel, and seemed to be able to penetrate the void, showing an unparalleled domineering aura. He said loudly and domineeringly: "Then let him come, I will make him deeply understand that coming here is stepping into a desperate situation, and there is no return! I want to see what he can do to me! What do I, Wang Xunhai, have to fear?"

At the same time, in Zhen Yuanzi's Taoist temple, the group of sword immortals looked miserable. Their clothes were torn and ripped everywhere. The rips were uneven, as if they had been torn by ferocious beasts, which was shocking. The clothes were covered with dust and blood. The dust seemed to be the traces of time, deeply imprinted on them, telling of endless vicissitudes and sufferings; and the bloodstains showed a dark color after drying, like a tragic picture scroll, as if silently telling of an extremely tragic battle, making people feel the tragedy and cruelty. Their faces were extremely haggard, and their eyes revealed deep fatigue. The fatigue seemed to have experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes, which made people feel pity. Their eyes were full of bloodshot, and the bloodshot was like a dense spider web, as if it was a witness to countless sleepless nights, making people feel the pain and torture they had experienced. In this way, they slowly landed under the ginseng fruit tree with a tired face.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were as calm as the deep water of a lake, and as peaceful as a deep pool. His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making it impossible for people to peek into his true thoughts. He stared at these disciples who came from Tianzun Mountain quietly, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. His heart was full of doubts, and the doubts enveloped his thoughts like a diffuse fog. He slowly asked, "What kind of earth-shaking and shocking event has happened that has made you so embarrassed, as if you have suffered a devastating disaster? What kind of hidden story is there?"