Five Hundred and Eight. Song of Yan Zhao Stirs up the Sea, Decays Into Magic

Fu Enshu looked at the deep and dirty undercurrent around him, and then at Yan Zhaoge, but he still didn't understand what Yan Zhaoge was going to do.

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, and flew up, approaching the deep and dirty undercurrent.

A palm was stretched forward, and the true essence was condensed, forming a huge vortex.

The ground-devouring furnace was wrapped by this vortex air flow and merged into the deep dirty undercurrent, which immediately began to turbulent slightly.

Yan Zhaoge didn't just plunge his true energy into the deep filth and submerge and just give up, but moved the hearth furnace with a unique rhythm.

With his movements, the frequency of the deep filth's undercurrents gradually changed from irregular to traceable, which was close to the frequency of Yan Zhaoge moving the hearth furnace.

The warriors of the great world around the sea, watching this scene, felt horrified in their hearts: "How can he manipulate the deep and dirty undercurrent?"

While surprised, everyone was also baffled: "What is this person doing?"

Because of Yan Zhaoge's prestige in beating "Wusha" Jiang Xiong to death, the people present did not dare to approach at this time, and could only look at it with unclear expressions.

The warriors on Lingxi Island looked at Yan Zhaoge and then at Fu Enshu, but they also didn't dare to say much, and even started to back away quietly, trying to leave here.

Fu Enshu's level of cultivation was much higher than theirs. Even if he was injured, it would be difficult for the warriors present in the vast world to judge his specific level.

But she didn't hide her aura, and everyone could tell that she was at least a great master who had reached the Yuanfu level.

Seeing Fu Enshu, the warrior of Lingxi Island felt as if he had found the reason why Fang Zhaohong never returned.

They wanted to retreat, but they were curious about Yan Zhaoge's current actions.

If you look carefully, you can see that under the agitation of Yan Zhaoge, the huge vortex formed by the heavy pollution is becoming more and more unstable, shaking violently in the sea, as if a tall building is about to collapse.

The surrounding sea water is also constantly tumbling, the undercurrent under the sea surface is turbulent, and the sea surface is undulating.

Going out of the sea and looking down from a high altitude above the sea, you can see the place where the three seas meet, which is not so peaceful.

Under the surface of the sea, Yan Zhaoge looked calm, but his eyes were very focused. While carefully observing the changes in the deep and dirty undercurrent in front of him, he recalled the secrets of the special method in his mind.

The true yuan rolled up the earth-eating furnace, and entered and exited in the deep and dirty undercurrent.

This thing, to this day, is still very mysterious, and Yan Zhaoge cannot take the initiative to drive it to function.

As Yan Zhaoge's cultivation became more and more advanced, he kept trying to study this treasure, and found that this thing might not be complete, but actually a part of a complete treasure after it was split.

However, this earth-eating furnace is still miraculous. When some kind of power attacks it, it will exert that wonderful devouring power.

Things are dead, people are alive, although the power of the hearth furnace is very passive, but Yan Zhaoge has always tried to turn passive into active.

The deep pollution and undercurrents converge, constantly hitting people or things that enter it.

If the ground-devouring furnace enters it, it will be attacked by the deep pollution undercurrent. At this time, the power of the deep pollution undercurrent will be swallowed by the ground-devouring furnace.

Yan Zhaoge sent the ground-eating furnace in for a while, then retracted it, and then sent it in again.

The strength of the already unstable deep pollution undercurrent changes constantly.

Gradually, by controlling the frequency of the earth-eating furnace entering, Yan Zhaoge began to grasp the frequency of the strong and weak fluctuations of the deep pollution undercurrent.

Yan Zhaoge calmed down and continued to operate.

As time went by, the changes in the sewage flow gradually expanded from the small area in front of the eyes to the entire sewage flow covering the huge sea area, until finally the vast deep sewage undercurrent in the vicinity had the same changes.

Fu Enshu watched this scene from the side, his eyes moved slightly: "All the undercurrents of the three seas converge here, squeeze and merge with each other, forming this deep and dirty undercurrent."

"If you want to change the law of its pulsation, you can get twice the result with half the effort just by relying on strength alone. Zhao Ge's movements have their own unique rhythm, so that they can get twice the result with half the effort."

"The pulsation rhythm of the entire deep-polluted undercurrent has changed, but with this change, what will be the result under the current pulsation law?"

Fu Enshu was thinking,

Suddenly the eyes light up.

At the bottom of the dirty vortex formed by the convergence of the undercurrents of the three seas, light gradually began to light up.

The light was soft but not blazing, bright but not glaring, it made people see it, but instead gave birth to a feeling of joy and tranquility in the heart.

Gradually, in this soft light, little drops of rain-like water droplets formed, falling in the surrounding sea water, profusely, not merging with the surrounding sea water, looking very distinct, just like oil dripping into the water.

The rain-like water drops are clear, bright, clear and soft. Although they are small, they are particularly eye-catching in the dark seabed.

The warriors of the surrounding Canghai Great World also noticed this strange change, and they were all astonished.

Some people closed their eyes and carefully felt the aura contained in the water droplets.

Move your nose slightly, and you can even smell a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, only feeling that not only the vortex formed by the deep dirty undercurrent above, but also the surrounding seawater, which was not dirty, looked unclean against the water droplets.

That water drop seemed to be the cleanest existence in the world, and other water flowing in front of it became muddy and dirty.

Fu Enshu was a little surprised: "Sweet rain and dew?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said, "Compared to the real rain and rain, it's still a lot worse, but given the current conditions, it's already hard to come by."

Fu Enshu also looked at the clean and clear water droplets and was amazed.

Rain, rain and dew are treasures that existed before the Great Destruction. After the Great Destruction, Fu Enshu is not sure if there are any other places, but they do not exist in the Eight Great Worlds. They have become ancient records and legendary things.

According to rumors, the purest rain and dew are the nemesis of filth and evil. They can wash away all filth and filth in the world, and even have a restraining effect on the Nine Nether Demons.

In addition, it is rumored that the rain and rain have other unique and magical effects, which are commendable.

It's just that Fu Enshu didn't expect to see him at this place today.

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "Even before the Great Destruction, the rain and dew were extremely scarce, and the wolves were more and less fleshy, so what should we do? Some masters have developed a method to turn decay into magic, to create cleanness in the filth, and to take the deep filth and undercurrents." To create rain and dew, although the quality is somewhat different, it is also a great pioneering work."

"I saw it before, and I saw it as a strange person, and I didn't pay attention to it. After all, it's not just the rain and dew, but I can't even see the deep pollution."

"But I never thought that in this vast sea world, there is actually a deep and dirty undercurrent. When Mizong Haili heard the news, he immediately rushed here."

While speaking, the rain and dew became more and more, continuously gathering, congealing and not dispersing, until finally a thin clear stream gradually appeared on the bottom of the sea.

Fu Enshu looked at the calm water flowing like a white line on the bottom of the sea, admired it, and asked, "But what are you going to do with this thing?" (To be continued.)