"Oh, by the way. The warm reminder of the God of Sea Channel, about fifty kilometers away from the coastline, is one of the sources of everything that happens. If you don't solve the problem here as soon as possible, then natural extraordinary disasters like the Sea Ghost Tide will be just a postponement of trial compared to the crimes you have committed. Is it worth it or not worth it to take the lives of countless people in exchange for a new life? Only the parties involved are qualified to evaluate this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jian's mind was quickly stuffed into several extremely familiar panoramic pictures of the chemical factory by the goddess's divine power passage. The pictures showed fragments of chemical factory buildings that looked dilapidated but had good facilities and a high chimney coated with gray-white pigment were emitting black and green smoke. If Zhang Jian had not seen the comprehensive picture of the Wanhua Group Chemical Factory located not far from the abandoned Maojia Village before, he would not have recognized this place as soon as possible.

It seems that this matter is definitely closely related to Mao Yu. No matter how many difficulties he has, no matter what kind of conspiracy he is brewing behind his back, even if his actions are in accordance with the deduction and purification of the way of heaven, he will not have a place to put the lives of millions of people in danger in mainland China and even in the world. Moreover, in the next twelve years, he will be hung high on the reward list of major secret realms and boundaries under the charge of crimes against humanity and the entire dark world. If Zhang Jian had not awakened in his previous life, he would have done a big vote just like when he participated in the UN International Observation Team to intervene in the Skeleton Crisis of the Syrian Golan Plateau. After all, everyone needs huge resources to practice.

"Thank you, this time I'm sincere." Zhang Jian was far away in the direction of the Netherworld Sea Ship leaving, holding the brim of his right hand and taking off the invisible hat. The upper part of his body behind his left hand was tilted forward in an angle of fifteen degrees and then saluted the goddess' shadow.

If it were some Western nobles who had been passed down for hundreds of years, they would sneer at Zhang Jian, the extremely ungenital French knight ceremony, but who made Zhang Jian not have a complete piece of clothing on his body at this time? Moreover, Zhang Jian seemed to have caught the sudden centripetal force during the flying process, and he didn't know where the windbreaker in his hand flew. Unlucky, a favorite coat was lost. Of course, in Zhang Jian's opinion, these were trivial matters, and the feelings that were full of the goddess' etiquette were indeed from the heart.

"It's a simple task. Isn't there a saying in China that if you give others gifts, others will be rewarded. This time, I will give you a reward from me in advance. Then this little man favored by luck, the Netherworld Sea Ship of the Skeleton Pirate is about to set sail. We will walk towards the narrow path between the sea and the Netherworld and wander to the end of the world, pass through the deep sea waterfall and then to the unpredictable river of time and space. Everything will be another wonderful journey. Oh, by the way. There is one thing that I always want to ask, since you think what you call martial arts, what is the true aura of the true aura born from martial arts transformation... What kind of humans, the desire and true nature of humans, then when you get angry, the gorilla on your back represents your heart? Do you like to eat big yellow bananas?"

"Forehead……"

"Well~ Just kidding, let me tell me the answer until next time we meet. Such an interesting little man, I look forward to seeing you next time on the sea." He took a deep breath like a floating atmosphere hidden in the atmosphere and swallowed a whirlwind, and then sucked the cabin doors of the Netherworld Sea Boat on both sides. After removing the coma fog around the entire sea area, the hemp rope made of sea plants on the first metal deck of the sea boat, pulled up a skeleton pirate flag with black background and blue edges. A sorrow-like wind blew up the sails. The entire Netherworld Sea Boat officially set sail. A thick smoke was sprayed on the high chimney standing at the rear end of the steel giant ship of more than 300 meters. The ship slowly left along the waterway eastward to the ab321 sea area.

"Brother Zhang Jian, are we leaving?" The blue dragon tattoo on Zhang Jian's left arm turned into a 99-centimeter young dragon. The little dragon king rubbed his innocent blue eyes, and lay tired and lazy on Zhang Jian's shoulders with a sleepy look. The fine dark blue scales on the slender dragon body leaned against Zhang Jian's exposed skin, which felt a cold feeling, just like a popsicle in the hot summer.

"I woke up, little guy. How did you sleep after the afternoon meal? Didn't you disturb you?" Zhang Jian reached out and rubbed the tender little head of the young dragon. Obviously, he was a little reluctant to leave this cute little guy. Shinto-believe in the Dharma, the East China Sea Dragon King's priest ritual is actually time-limited. Generally, five hours later, the will of the East China Sea Dragon King will turn into a plain sea water under the sunlight and merge into this sea: "Little Dragon King, I haven't asked your name for so long? My name is Zhang Jian, bow Chang Zhang, as hard as a stone."

"Ao Leng, Ao... Ao Guang's Ao, cold, cold... cold?" As a ray of rose-red sunset shone on the blue dragon body of the little dragon king Ao Leng, the dark dragon bodies covered with crystal clear dragon scales like blue crystal flakes gradually softened into a clear sea spring. Finally, with a salty and wet sea breeze, it spread into countless dark blue spots of light slowly dissipated in front of Zhang Jian's eyes like fireflies: "Brother Zhang Jian, Leng Leng will come to you to play with."

"I'll see you next time, little guy." Zhang Jian touched the dragon tattoo that gradually dissipated on his left arm, and then waved his hand farewell to the tumbling waves. The home of the little dragon king Aoleng, the East China Sea Dragon Palace, should be in the depths of the vast East China Sea. There are countless fierce sea beasts and lonely wolves like wandering heretics. Once they know that the little guy will run away from home, he will definitely pounce on him like a bloodthirsty shark group, and the young dragon should protect the East China Sea Dragon Palace itself.

The afterglow of the sunset shone from the west sky to the far-distance Netherworld Sea Ship, its blue hull was covered with a thin layer of veil. The cold breeze blew the rippling sea surface, and under the orange sunset, three skeleton sailors with rum bottles holding telescopes on the front of the Netherworld Sea Ship were singing and dancing to celebrate every voyage. Perhaps they were not as plump as human flesh and blood, covered with miserable bones, and looked a little scary, but this casual temperament like the vast and boundless sea still made some people love and hate. As for the losses you talk about in the vast nests of various countries, please I am not the Virgin and they are not a good bird.

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