Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were as firm as steel, without any hesitation or wavering. The determination revealed in his eyes was like a sharp sword, which seemed to be able to pierce through all obstacles in the world. His eyes were deep and fiery, as if they carried endless faith and courage, which shocked people. The power contained in his eyes seemed to make the whole world tremble. He resolutely stretched out the hand that seemed ordinary but actually contained endless power. The fingers of that hand were slender and powerful, and the palm was broad and solid, as if it contained the power to overturn the world. The moment he stretched out his hand, the air around him seemed to be affected by some mysterious power and suddenly solidified. An invisible pressure spread like a tide, making people's hearts tighten, as if the whole world became heavy under this pressure.

Then, without warning, dazzling golden lightning burst out from his palms. The light was so dazzling that it seemed like a blazing sun, illuminating the whole world and dispelling all the darkness. The golden lightning flashed with dazzling light, and each one was like a smart dragon, spreading out in all directions with its fangs and claws. These lightnings did not appear out of thin air, but came from the pendant carefully made of lightning-struck wood on his chest. The pendant flashed with a mysterious and deep light, which was just like the vast starry sky, deep and charming, making people deeply fascinated by it. Looking closely, the texture on the pendant was delicate and complex, as if it was a masterpiece of nature's magic. The texture was like an ancient rune, containing mysterious power, and seemed to be telling an unknown story. The light on the pendant was like a bright star, flashing with charming brilliance, making people feel as if they were in the vast universe. This power continuously poured into Wang Xunhai's palm, like the surging water of a river, and then gave birth to those extremely powerful golden thunders.

The golden thunder was like an extremely violent force, carrying a terrifying momentum of destroying everything, and it rushed straight towards the Purple Vermilion Bird with a thunderous force. The speed of the thunder was as fast as lightning, and it arrived in front of the Purple Vermilion Bird in an instant. Faced with this sudden attack, the Purple Vermilion Bird had no time to make any effective response. Its eyes were instantly filled with fear and despair, which was a deep fear of the impending doom. Its feathers looked particularly dim under the light of thunder, as if they had lost the luster of life. However, everything was too late. In that brief moment, this powerful and suffocating force hit the Purple Vermilion Bird fiercely. It screamed in pain, and the sound was like a sharp blade that cut through the clouds and made people shudder. The blood gushed out of its mouth like a spring, like a blooming blood-colored flower, sad and terrifying. The blood bloomed in the air, forming a gorgeous and tragic scene. Its body seemed to have lost control, and it flew out like a kite with its string cut off, falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud, which immediately raised a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun. The dust was like a thick curtain, covering the figure of the Purple Vermilion Bird, making it impossible to see its condition clearly.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Wang Xunhai chose to run without hesitation. His footsteps were like the wind and as fast as lightning, and every step was carried out with firm determination and a strong desire to survive. His figure quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests, like a flash of lightning across the night sky. He had only one thought in his mind, that is, to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible, away from this land filled with killing and crisis. As he ran desperately, the sound of the wind whistled past his ears, like bursts of roars. The sound of the wind seemed to be an encouragement from nature to him, inspiring him to keep moving forward. His figure was like a ghost, shuttling quickly between the mountains and forests, appearing and disappearing from time to time. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and sweat kept sliding down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes. But he didn't care about these at all. In his eyes, there was only the road ahead and the hope of survival.

Finally, after a difficult escape, Wang Xunhai successfully escaped. He was panting heavily, and sweat kept falling from his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes. His chest was heaving violently, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle. However, his eyes were full of joy and relief. Because he not only successfully got rid of the danger, but also successfully rescued Jin Xiaofeng from the desperate situation. At this time, Jin Xiaofeng's eyes were full of gratitude and admiration. She looked at Wang Xunhai intently, and secretly vowed in her heart that no matter what the price, she would repay his life-saving grace. There was a firm light in her eyes, as if telling of her determination.

On the other side, the Purple Vermilion Bird was extremely angry, his eyes were burning with rage, that rage seemed to burn the whole world to ashes. His feathers stood up because of anger, looking particularly ferocious. He was so angry that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of thick old blood. The blood dyed a large area of ​​land in front of him red, which was particularly dazzling under the sunlight. The land seemed to be endowed with a strange vitality by the blood, which made people shudder. Just when he felt extremely desperate and helpless, a group of figures quietly appeared beside him like ghosts. These people were all powerful Qi Refiners, and they exuded a strong and oppressive aura, which made people shudder. Their eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could see through everything.

As soon as they landed, they quickly pointed their swords at Zi Zhuque. The blade flashed with a cold light, like the gaze of the god of death, as if silently telling the breath of death. Seeing this, Zi Zhuque showed a cold sneer on his face. There was a bit of sarcasm and disdain in the sneer, as if he didn't take these Qi Refiners seriously at all. He slowly said: "Look at my hand, is there anyone you want to find now?" Hearing this, the Qi Refiners looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and anger. Their eyes scanned Zi Zhuque's body, trying to find the answers they wanted. They never thought that the goal they had been pursuing with so much difficulty would disappear without a trace right before their eyes.

Then, one of them asked loudly: "Who rescued him? Tell us, old witch!" His voice was full of anger and eagerness, as if he wanted to tear the guy who rescued him into pieces immediately to relieve his hatred. Zi Zhuque pointed his finger at the direction where Wang Xunhai went, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with gritted teeth: "It's that guy. He hasn't gone far now. Maybe you can catch up with him. How can he enjoy this overwhelming wealth alone!" After saying that, a hint of sinisterness and cunning flashed in his eyes. He secretly calculated in his heart that as long as these Qi Refiners chased Wang Xunhai, he would have a chance to escape from this predicament. After hearing Zi Zhuque's words, these Qi Refiners immediately chased in the direction where Wang Xunhai went like an arrow from a string without any hesitation. Their figures disappeared in an instant like lightning, leaving only a silent mountain forest, as if telling the fierce battle that had just taken place. In the forest, the leaves rustled, as if cheering for the fierce chase.