Just as he was about to cast a spell to withstand the water pressure, Zhao Sheng suddenly saw a point of white light appearing from the darkness below.
The white light was faint like a firefly, yet it invigorated Zhao Sheng to swim strenuously towards that direction.
As he swam closer, the white light gradually beca brighter and larger. After descending about twenty fathoms, Zhao Sheng's expression slowly turned to one of shock.
Because a shell of unimaginable size appeared before him.
This enormous shell was pure white, covered with dense, wave-like fine marks, and radiated dazzling white light.
It looked similar to a big sea shell, only magnified countless tis. The trench, twenty-odd fathoms wide, was completely filled by its colossal body.
This ancient shell, which had lived who knows how many years, was regrettably only a shell now.
Zhao Sheng swam to the side and saw the shell was slightly open, held apart by five strange stone pillars,
Each pillar was about seven feet thick and a little over ten feet tall, spiraled with more than a hundred crude runes from top to bottom. Beside the runes, countless wave-like fine marks were engraved. Embedded in each pillar was a Spirit Stone the size of a washbasin, with ripple-like light moving up and down the pillar occasionally.
Connected between the five pillars was a layer of white light screen, blocking the view and making it impossible to see what lay beyond.
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Just as he entered the light screen, a gust of wind roared past Zhao Sheng's ears, and a skull as big as a fight slamd toward him.
The skull was shiny black all over, and it emitted a strong black aura, clearly indicating its malevolence.
Zhao Sheng had no ti to dodge, but fortunately, he was prepared. With a flick of his hand, over a hundred two-foot-long, crystal clear Water Arrows appeared out of thin air before him and shot towards the skull,
As soon as the Water Arrows flew towards it, the hollow eye sockets of the skull blazed with red light, and its gaping mouth emitted a wave of green-black phosphorescent fire.
The mont the Water Arrows touched the flas, they exploded like water eting fierce fire, instantly bursting into a burst of white Water Vapor.
However, the green-black phosphorescent fire did not diminish at all. It pierced through the Water Arrows' barrier and burned directly towards Zhao Sheng.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes and flung his right hand forward, releasing a ball of Thunder that was the size of a fist.
The Thunder Ball collided with the flas and exploded with a boom, the spreading Electric Light sweeping away the sky full of phosphorescent fire.
Zhao Sheng didn't hesitate as he released the spells, imdiately throwing out two more Thunder Balls, hitting the black skull.
With his Talent, Zhao Sheng cast talismans as swiftly as if they were instantaneous, and the Second-level Water Mine Talisman materialized as soon as he willed it.
Boom, boom!
The black skull, hit repeatedly by the Thunder Skill, was imdiately blasted dull and flew back, its surface suddenly cracking with countless fine fissures.
anwhile, not far from Zhao Sheng, a tall, thin old man let out a dismal scream, his complexion turning deathly pale in an instant.
"You dare destroy my Treasure!"
The tall, thin old man pointed at Zhao Sheng, shouting in extre shock and anger, but his eyes couldn't help revealing a hint of fear.
Others might not know, but he was very clear about it!
His Corrosive Fire Ghost Skull, refined over decades and which had slain countless formidable enemies in the past, had just been destroyed in a single encounter by that man's Thunder Skill.
This man... must be a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator!
While fear gripped the tall, thin old man's heart, Zhao Sheng did not take the opportunity to attack; instead, he surveyed his surroundings.
He looked extrely surprised; he had not expected the space inside the shell to be much bigger than it seed from the outside. It was very spacious, more than a hundred fathoms in diater and nearly twenty fathoms high, resembling a small Grotto Heaven.
In fact, it had been arranged into a Grotto Heaven, with courtyards, pavilions, stone pavilions, green trees, spirit fields, water ponds — everything was complete.
If Zhao Sheng didn't know he was three thousand fathoms beneath the sea, he might have thought he had arrived at a secluded paradise.
"Is this...?"
Zhao Sheng was greatly shocked, and suddenly, a na of a rare treasure surfaced in his mind: "Sea Shell!"
Sea Shell was a unique and rare shell in the Shattered Star Sea, inherently possessing spatial properties. Besides storing items, it also had so functions of a Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
In Ancient Tis, Sea Shells that were over a thousand years old, because they could be refined into Personal Cave Mansions, were hunted to extinction by ancient Cultivators. In the last few thousand years, this rare species of shell had nearly disappeared.
The tall and thin old man glanced at Zhao Sheng before taking a step back, hoping to sneak away quietly.
"Hold up, where do you think you're going!" Zhao Sheng, startled, imdiately called out coldly.
The tall and thin old man halted his step and threatened in a low voice, "Senior, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, once my uncle frees his hands, you won't be able to leave."
"Oh? And who is your uncle?"
Zhao Sheng looked towards the exquisite courtyard not far away, where shouts were incessant, and from ti to ti, black skulls could be seen flying up and down, stirring up bunches of green flas and constantly colliding with the golden sword rainbows, bursting out large swaths of black gas and golden light.
From the surface, the battle there was very intense, with both sides locked in a stalemate.
But judging from the fact that the tall and thin old man was sent to guard the door, the side with the skulls was clearly prevailing; otherwise, they wouldn't leave a capable fighter unused.
It seed that if he didn't intervene, one side would quickly be defeated.
Zhao Sheng did not wish to see this happen.
After all, muddy waters make it easier to catch fish. Inside, there were at least two Foundation Establishnt Cultivators fighting to the death. As a re Eighth Layer Qi Refinent cultivator, how could he profit as a fisherman if he didn't resort to so tricks?
Thinking this way, Zhao Sheng looked back at the tall and thin old man, aiming to extract so information from him.
Assuming Zhao Sheng was a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, the tall and thin old man couldn't help but feel fearful.
He also wanted to buy ti and, upon being questioned, imdiately said, "My uncle is the Withered Bone Master. He has road the Outer Star Sea for a hundred years with his formidable strength, rarely eting his match. I advise you to leave at once."
"Oh, that powerful! How have I never heard of him?" Zhao Sheng asked with a smile, not in a hurry to take action.
The tall and thin old man continued to boast, "If you haven't heard of him, it's because of your limited knowledge. Let ntion another na, the Corpse Demon Pirate Group; you must have heard of them! My uncle is a mber of the Corpse Demon Pirate Group."
Zhao Sheng's brows furrowed; the Corpse Demon Pirate Group had run rampant in the Shattered Star Sea for five hundred years, with a notorious reputation.
It was said that any crew mber from the Corpse Demon Pirate Group had at least reached Foundation Establishnt, and the captain was a Late-stage Golden Core True Immortal.
If what this man said was true, this situation had beco sowhat troubleso.
In the few monts of conversation, the situation in the battling group had changed again. The golden light of the sword rainbow dimd and was losing ground under the onslaught of the skulls. It seed on the verge of defeat.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng hesitated no longer. He imdiately reached into his Storage Bag at his waist and tossed out seven or eight stacks of First-order Water Arrow Talismans, each stack more than twenty sheets.
In an instant, thousands of water arrows suddenly occupied half of the sky, bearing a chilling sharpness, subrging the tall and thin old man in an instant.
Over the past two years, Zhao Sheng had spent his spare ti drawing talismans to pass the ti. As ti passed, his Storage Bag was filled with various stacked talismans and Second-level Talismans.
As for the other "defective products," they had been exchanged for Spirit Pills and Spirit Stones.
With the old man's death, it seed as if the others were warned; the battle instantly intensified threefold.
Zhao Sheng smiled faintly, his figure flashed, and he suddenly vanished into thin air.
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Zhen Yue was in a panic, dodging everywhere and constantly striking with her flying sword at the group of skulls that relentlessly pursued her.
Clearly, these skulls had been ticulously refined by their master, each as hard as fine steel, impervious to sword and spear. Common magic artifacts could not harm them in the slightest, only managing to steer clear by avoiding their edge.
As for the Golden Light Spirit Sword, it was being scorched by the green flas, its speed had slowed, and its blade was covered with green marks, losing its previous grandeur.
While engaged with two Single-Horned Black Skulls, it was unexpectedly entwined by bunches of green flas. As the light gradually dimd, beads of sweat stread down Zhen Yue's face.
The gaunt Withered Bone Master, looking plausibly like a skeleton walking the earth, saw this and laughed shrilly, pouring Divine Sense and Spiritual Power into his control of the Single-Horned Ghost Skulls, pressing the attack on Zhen Yue to end the battle quickly.
anwhile, Zhao Sheng had already sneaked into the courtyard and stolen a glance at the Withered Bone Master. Without any further hesitation, he flipped his hand, and two Second-Order Water Mine True Talismans were pinched between his fingers.
Go! Your journey continues at empire
Following his low shout, two large, sapphire Thunder Balls flew into the sky and, upon reaching the midst of the Ghost Skull swarm, exploded abruptly.
For a mont, it was as if two splendid fireworks had erupted in the sky, sending the Ghost Skull swarm flying chaotically.
The Withered Bone Master's expression changed. He practiced the path of Corpse God and Ghost Skulls and feared the Thunder Skill the most.
Thus, with an ugly expression, he beckoned back the skulls to reform above his head into a cloud of burning green flas.
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