Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 871
It's just that after the saint walked away slowly.

She hadn't noticed that the sea water around the palace complex was surging and trembling.

Same amplitude, same frequency.

The seaweed that grows between the palace groups slowly unfolds.

Some green seaweed wrapped around the pillars of the palace.

In the beginning, when building this submarine base, the Fallen Immortal spent a lot of effort.

They began to take a fancy to the territorial waters of a certain submarine overlord.

But he fought with the opponent three times, losing troops and losing generals.

In the end, not much territory was regained.

The fallen immortal has no choice but to decide to give up that place.

Turning to careful selection, Borderlands wandered for three or four months, and finally, this place was selected as the base.

It has to be said that the saint's mind is extremely delicate.

She borrowed feng shui from the seabed to form a hidden formation.

If it wasn't for the Sea Clan with profound cultivation, they would have bumped into this place.

When encountering formations, they would involuntarily but naturally avoid the palace complex.

As if, it was just avoided intentionally.

In fact, it was affected by the enchantment.

The saint also deliberately expelled all the surviving sea people in the circled palace group.

Only a few seaweeds and plants remained.

After all, the bare palaces are too ugly.

Moreover, corals will not be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom like sea people.

They do not give birth to intelligence.

The saint was right.

But these plants can also be driven by people.

Under the palace group, the land rolled slightly.

Many places are quietly rising.

But these little anomalies.

All hidden in the cover of coral reefs, it seems natural.

In the palace group, among the patrolling fallen immortals, none of them noticed anything unusual.

"I um. This is really a good place."

A slightly illusory figure poked its head out of the seaweed.

A pair of dark eyes rolled around, scanning the palace complex.

Yin Mang grabbed the seaweed dangling in front of him.

He pulled it smoothly.

"...Where did that woman go?"

The seaweed reacted sluggishly for a long time, and slowly rolled up its branches and leaves under Yin Mang's vibrating soul power.

With difficulty, Zhiye points to the location where the saintess left.

"...then let's do something."

Now, the place is found.

She doesn't want to play hide and seek with her.

negotiation?

Negotiation shit negotiation!

Big fist is the last word.

She never negotiates with someone whose fist is softer than her own.

Yin Mang casually stretched out his hand, slightly bent his slender thumb and index finger, and lightly touched his lips, whistling.

A burst of rippling water rippled from the lips.

The whistling sound is inaudible to ordinary people.

But in the rippling water waves, it slowly magnifies, and then magnifies.

After a while.

A huge vortex slowly formed in the enchantment.

The endless sea water began to roll up, and on this seabed, it swept into a violent storm.

Even before the patrolling Fallen Immortals could react, what appeared in front of them was a tornado-like tsunami.

An undersea storm raged, moving and spinning throughout the palace complex.

Countless housing constructions were rolled up.

Then, crush into pieces.

The mighty power of nature is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Most of those who can live in this base are fallen immortals with cultivation.

But the undersea storm that swept over was really too terrifying.

After two or three fallen immortals were involved, they disappeared without a trace.

The people outside could only hear the faint screams.

(End of this chapter)