Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Li Tianwang looked solemn, his face seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and every wrinkle seemed to silently tell the vicissitudes of life and the weight of responsibility. His deep eyes stared at Nezha standing beside him on the city-state, and the expectation in his eyes was like the bright stars in the dark night sky, small but shining and particularly dazzling. He said slowly and solemnly: "Do you have the ability to kill the person in front of you?" His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty.

Hearing this, Nezha slightly raised his lips, and his smile contained confidence and uninhibitedness, as if all the difficulties and obstacles in the world could not stop him from moving forward. That smile was as bright and dazzling as the sun, but it also carried a hint of elusive profound meaning, making people want to explore the mystery in depth. His eyes flashed with a determined light, as if he was ready to meet all challenges.

In an instant, a blazing fireball suddenly rose from under his feet. The flames were extremely hot, as if they were the fire from hell, and they were going to burn the entire world to ashes. The blazing flames illuminated every corner around him, dyeing everything around him orange-red. The flames danced like a cheerful spirit, dancing in the air with gorgeous postures. The surrounding air was distorted by the blazing flames, forming a colorful picture scroll that was extremely beautiful.

Nezha soared into the air, and the wind-fire wheel under his feet spun rapidly, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, as if to tear the silent sky apart. The flames on the wind-fire wheel burned fiercely, and he rushed towards Wang Xunhai like a swift lightning. His figure was looming in the firelight, full of mysterious aura and powerful power, which made people feel terrified. His posture was agile and his movements were agile, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring high, bravely moving towards the goal.

Wang Xunhai looked solemn, his eyes were as deep as the bottomless pool, making it impossible to peek into the secrets hidden in it. He gently touched the lightning wood in his arms, and saw mysterious purple lightning on the lightning wood. The light flickered, as if it contained endless mysterious power. Every flicker seemed to tell an ancient and mysterious legend, making people immersed in the distant story. The purple lightning was like a winding snake, circling and wandering on the lightning wood, exuding a palpitating breath.

Then, he slowly raised his hand, and the hand was raised high, and dazzling golden lightning flashed on his hand. The golden light was dazzling, reflecting the purple lightning, forming a strange and spectacular scene, as if the most gorgeous colors in the world were intertwined, which was breathtaking. The golden lightning was like a shining golden dragon, tumbling and jumping in his hand, showing unparalleled majesty and power.

Then, he clapped his hands together vigorously, and the golden lightning and purple lightning intertwined and collided with each other. The sparks produced by the collision were as dazzling as colorful fireworks, spinning wildly, and gradually formed a powerful lightning ball. This lightning ball exuded a terrifying aura, as if it had the power to destroy everything, making people afraid. The current on the lightning ball crackled, as if countless demons were roaring, making people shudder.

Nezha roared, his voice as loud as a bell, majestic and powerful, as if it could shake the heavens and the earth. The sound echoed between heaven and earth, shaking people's minds and hearts, as if their souls were about to be torn apart by the powerful sound waves. His voice was full of fearless courage and firm belief, making people feel the powerful strength in his heart.

He first swung the Hun Tian Ling in his hand, and the Hun Tian Ling was like a bright red silk thread, sweeping towards Wang Xunhai. The Hun Tian Ling danced in the air, like an extremely agile fire dragon, with endless power and blazing flames, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes. The flames on the Hun Tian Ling burned fiercely, illuminating the entire sky, as if to completely dispel the darkness.

Wang Xunhai saw this, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. The lightning ball in his hand flew out of his hand, accompanied by a deafening roar, and hit the Hun Tian Ling with a "bang". At that moment, the world seemed to tremble, and the powerful force directly tore the Hun Tian Ling apart. The Hun Tian Ling turned into countless red scarves, slowly falling downwards, like a heavy rain, beautiful and shocking. The red scarf fluttered in the wind, like a dream, as if telling a tragic and beautiful story, which moved people. Each scarf seemed to carry a memory, making people immersed in the sad atmosphere and unable to extricate themselves.

Wang Xunhai was wearing the Black Dragon Armor, and he exuded an aura of majesty. The patterns on the Black Dragon Armor were as lifelike as real dragon scales, flashing a mysterious and charming light, as if it contained endless power. The scales of the Black Dragon Armor shone with colorful light in the sun, as dazzling as gems, which was amazing.

He stood in the rain of red Hun Tian Ling, his short black hair fluttering in the wind, each strand of hair seemed to contain endless power, as if he was the most tenacious existence in the world. His hair fluttered in the wind, like a black flame, burning his inner fighting spirit. The dark cloak fluttered, and the sound it made was like the roar of a war drum, as if announcing his majesty and inviolability to the world. The cloak danced in the wind, like black wings, carrying him to the other side of victory.

Under the west wind, his body was shining with blue light, which was dreamy and mysterious. His skin seemed to exude a sacred and inviolable aura under the light, which made people feel awe. The blue light was like the waves of the ocean, surging and showing his powerful strength.

The lightning in his left hand connected to the lightning ball above, constantly drawing power. The lightning twisted like a spirit snake, flashing dazzling light, making people afraid, as if it was the claws of a demon from hell. In his right hand, he tightly grasped a sword, which was the Minghai Sword. The sword body flashed with cold light, extremely sharp, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world, making people shudder. The blade of the Minghai Sword was flowing with blue light, as if the sea water was flowing on the sword, giving people a cold and mysterious feeling.

Wang Xunhai stood proudly, his figure as straight as a pine tree, like a god, making people intimidated. His eyes were full of determination and confidence, as if the whole world was under his control, he was the master of the world, and no one could shake his position. His figure was tall and majestic, like an insurmountable mountain, making people look up to him.