Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Erlang Shen's brows were tightly twisted together, and the wrinkles were like the texture of a thousand-year-old tree, deep and heavy, as if carrying the endless sorrow and resentment of the world. His face was like rice paper that was wantonly stained with thick ink, dark and gloomy. The depressing atmosphere was like a heavy dark cloud, almost suffocating people, as if thick ink would drip out of the gloom at any time. The anger in his heart was like a surging, boundless sea tide, one wave after another, violently colliding with his heart, constantly attacking his rational defense line, and the force seemed to completely break it down, leaving no room for maneuver.

Erlangshen was so angry that his whole body was shaking violently like a sieve, and his body was shaking involuntarily, and the amplitude of the shaking was getting larger and larger, as if he was about to be completely devoured by this blazing anger and turned into ashes. He roared to the sky desperately, and the sound was like rolling thunder, carrying a majestic momentum that shook the world, as if it could shatter the entire sky, make the sky and the earth change color, and make the sun and the moon dim.

Then, he tightly grasped the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, and the handle of the sword seemed to be crushed into powder in his iron-like hands. The muscles on his arms were as tight as hard rocks, and the blue veins bulged out like winding green pythons, highlighting his determination to use all his strength at this moment. With an extremely sharp and unstoppable momentum, he fiercely raised it upwards. Wang Xunhai's body was instantly like a cannonball, and was picked up and flew out at a speed beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The speed was so fast, like lightning across the dark night sky, fleeting, and people only felt a flash before their eyes, and Wang Xunhai's figure disappeared from the spot without a trace.

Wang Xunhai's body briefly paused in midair, his cold eyes were like the frost that never melted in the cold night, without any warmth or emotion, he just looked at Erlang Shen in front of him coldly. That look seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul, making people feel an irresistible chill from the bottom of their hearts, making people shudder.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, his movements were slow and firm, as if every tiny movement contained enough power to destroy the world. He gently touched the eyes on his head.

At this moment, his third eye slowly opened, and a mysterious and deep light slowly flowed through it. The light seemed to be a mysterious power from ancient times, containing endless mysteries and mysteries, which made people want to explore it in depth, but also fearful. The light was like a deep whirlpool, which seemed to be able to suck people's minds into it.

At the same time, a strong flash of light suddenly shot out from Erlang Shen's third eye. The light was dazzling and pierced through the void as fast as lightning, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness. The light carried a terrifying momentum of destroying the world, as if it wanted to turn everything in the world into nothing and completely destroy it. The light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the darkness, as if it wanted to sweep away all the haze in the world.

Wang Xunhai still looked indifferent, his face was like an expressionless cold mask, as if nothing in this world could stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. He waved the sword in his hand expressionlessly, and the sword in his hand seemed to have its own soul and life, flashing a dazzling light. The light was dazzling, shining like stars, so bright that people could not look directly at it. As he moved, a bright golden light instantly lit up on his body. The light was as dazzling as the sun, hot and strong, making it impossible to look directly at it. The light seemed to have a powerful force like substance, making people feel an invisible but extremely heavy pressure, as if it was going to suffocate people. The light was like a blazing flame, burning everything around it.

As soon as the sword energy was swung out, it was like a crisscrossing electric net. The powerful force caused the surrounding air to emit a series of miserable wails. The wails were miserable and sad, as if the air was crying for this powerful force, as if the entire space was torn apart by this force, and tiny but shocking cracks appeared. A surging golden storm formed instantly, sweeping towards the light shot out from Erlang Shen's third eye with overwhelming force. The storm was like a roaring dragon, with endless anger and the power to destroy the world, it rushed madly towards the light. The two collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting a powerful energy wave that was so strong that it made people feel suffocated.

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The whole world was shaking violently, as if the end of the world was approaching. The light from Erlang Shen's third eye was like fragile glass, shattered at the first blow, and turned into bright but short-lived starlight, which dissipated in the air like gorgeous fireworks. The starlight was bright and short-lived, as if it was the sad and beautiful end of this fierce battle, which made people sigh. The starlight was like a shooting star in the night sky, although it was short-lived, it bloomed with an incomparably brilliant light.

The golden storm continued to move forward with unstoppable momentum, hitting Erlang Shen directly.

Erlang Shen felt a huge force coming at him like a mountain, so heavy and powerful that he could hardly bear it. He retreated involuntarily, staggering as if he had lost his balance like a drunk. He retreated several steps in succession, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step. The footprints sank into the ground, as if they were silent witnesses of the huge pressure he had endured in this battle. The footprints were like scars on the earth, recording this fierce battle.

After a hard struggle, he managed to stabilize his body. He covered his chest with a look of pain on his face, which made his handsome face look distorted. He gasped for breath, as if every breath was filled with endless pain and torture. The gasps were heavy and rapid, as if his life was struggling in this pain and could be extinguished at any time. His eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness.

Wang Xunhai slowly descended from the sky to the ground. His footsteps were light and steady, and he landed on the ground as lightly as a feather without making any sound. He looked coldly at Erlang Shen, who was holding his chest and breathing heavily. His eyes were full of indifference and disdain, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. His tone was full of undisguised disdain, and he said coldly: "Erlang Shen, you are still far from being good enough. In my opinion, you should go back to Meishan to continue your cultivation. Otherwise, today will be your defeat, and you will be completely defeated and there will be no chance of recovery."