Chapter 309: Shen Jiang

Seeing the river ahead, the purple-haired man also showed a hint of joy.

He knew that this long road of pursuit was finally coming to an end.

"You really know how to choose a dead end for yourself."

"It's really good to be buried in this river."

The purple-haired man smiled.

"Hahaha, it may not be a dead end."

"It may also be a way to live."

Qin Yang looked back at the purple-haired man and smiled contemptuously.

The next moment.

He jumped into the surging river.

The purple-haired man frowned slightly.

He couldn't even feel Qin Yang's aura.

He jumped into the air and communicated with the power of heaven and earth.

Boom! ! !

A thunderbolt from the blue sky fell down, condensed in his hand, and turned into a purple-blue spear.

"Lightning explosion!"

The purple-haired man was like Thor, holding a spear and throwing it into the river.

Boom! ! !

When the purple-blue spear fell into the river, it was as if thousands of lightning snakes were thrown into the river, spreading in the water, stirring up countless waves, and turning it pale.

The fish, shrimps and turtles in the water were all electrocuted and jumped out of the water, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

When the current ended, the surface of the river was full of fish and shrimp corpses.

The purple-haired man landed on the river bank, looking at the fish and shrimp on the water, but frowned.

The body did not appear on the river surface.

"Did he run away?"

The purple-haired man would naturally not give up and sink directly to the bottom of the river.

The undercurrent at the bottom of the river was even more turbulent, but it had no effect on him.

He continued to spread his own induction at the bottom of the river, trying to find Qin Yang's trace.

But after searching for several hours, the purple-haired man still did not find Qin Yang.

"Damn it."

The purple-haired man knew that Qin Yang must have some secret method, once he entered the water, he could hide his breath and then escape.

In desperation, the purple-haired man could only transfer people over and send dozens of large ships to search the river surface.

Deep in the river.

Qin Yang was hiding deep in the mud at the bottom of the river.

He was like an old turtle hibernating, without any energy dissipation and without making any movement.

He was quietly buried in the mud.

Beidou Zhenwu Xuan Gong was quietly running in his body, slowly repairing the terrible injuries in his body.

It was naturally Qin Yang's special choice to escape to this big river.

Because of the characteristics of Beidou Zhenwu Xuan Gong, Qin Yang has a natural affinity for water.

Once he entered the water, it was a natural protective shield for him.

The purple-haired man was only a martial saint, and he couldn't move mountains and fill the sea like immortals and Buddhas.

So as soon as Qin Yang entered the bottom of the river, he hid his breath, and then quickly came to a secret place and dived into the mud at the bottom of the river.

Now Qin Yang has already lost consciousness.

His own injuries were very serious, and he kept running the Yin-Yang Life and Death Talisman, overdrawing too much life energy.

Being able to escape to this big river was based on his terrifying will to survive.

However, it was precisely because of this extreme state that Qin Yang entered a strange state.

On the verge of death, between life and death.

Hiding in the depths of the river where the sun never shines.

Everything.

It seemed to perfectly fit in with the cultivation visualization of Beidou Zhenwu Xuanjing.

I don’t know how long it took.

Qin Yang finally regained a trace of consciousness.

He felt like he was sleeping in the endless dark deep sea, neither dead nor alive.

“Am I dead...”

Qin Yang’s consciousness was a little confused.

Because he was seriously injured at the time.

Even he didn’t know if he could survive.

In the dark, Qin Yang’s consciousness gradually faded.

He seemed to be immersed in this state of neither life nor death.

In a trance, Beidou Zhenwu Xuangong kept flowing in his mind, as if some kind of transformation was taking place.

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

During this period of time, the forbidden technique of isolating the heaven and earth became more and more ineffective, and even high-level ghost weapons could be directly summoned down with evil rituals.

The Tianfeng Continent also gradually became chaotic and bloody.

After a month of fruitless searching, the purple-haired man asked the disciples of the Leisha Sect to continue searching and returned to the mountain gate.

But without his supervision, the people of the Leisha Sect naturally became more and more lazy, and finally just sent a few disciples to patrol the river every day.

"Qin Yang, I know you are not so easy to die."

"But in the past six months... why haven't you appeared yet?"

On the calm and vast river surface.

Zhao Xinmo, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, sat on a bamboo raft, holding a fishing rod, and talked to himself.

He has been looking for Qin Yang in this river for two months, but still has no results.

"Could it be that I am wrong and Qin Yang is not in this river at all, but somewhere else?"

Zhao Xinmo frowned.

"Forget it. Wait five or six days."

Zhao Xinmo thought about it, but still did not give up.

He had a feeling that Qin Yang must still be alive.

And he must be in this river.

At this time.

A large ship appeared in the distance.

Several disciples in purple stood at the railing of the deck, constantly patrolling the river.

Zhao Xinmo was not panicked when he saw the boat.

Because he looked like an old man fishing.

It was impossible for these Leisha disciples to recognize him.

Sure enough.

The Leisha disciples on the boat just glanced at him and ignored him, looking elsewhere.

At this time.

Zhao Xinmo's fishing rod vibrated.

He swung the rod hastily.

A plump green bamboo fish was instantly brought out of the water.

Zhao Xinmo put the green bamboo fish into the fish basket and swung the rod slowly again.

A place deep in the river.

It was full of algae, and several small fish kept shuttling through it.

Below.

It was Qin Yang.

After the ups and downs of his consciousness in the past six months, he gradually understood the state between life and death.

The mystery of Beidou Zhenwu Xuan Gong was also sublimated in Qin Yang's mind.

"It turns out that I am not dead."

At this moment.

Qin Yang finally regained his consciousness.

This means that he has escaped from the state between life and death.

The moment he opened his eyes.

Bang~

The mud on his body completely collapsed.

Qin Yang slowly sat up, exuding the deep and cold Beidou Zhenwu vitality.

His qi, physique, and qi and blood are undergoing transformation.

Or sublimation!

In an instant.

All the fish and shrimps in the whole river felt this energy and ran around wildly.

Even the water flowed violently and turned into a vortex.

And this vortex was getting bigger and bigger and expanding.

"What's going on?"

"Is there a monster in the water?"

"Impossible."

"Look, there is a vortex!"

On the big ship of Leisha Sect, several disciples looked at the vortex in front of them and were horrified.

They were all ordinary disciples, and they didn't know how to deal with this situation.

"Report it to Senior Brother Zhang quickly!"

"Yes, send a signal!"

A Leisha Sect disciple took out a firework and was about to light it to pass the message.

Puff!

The next moment.

His head flew up strangely. (End of this chapter)