I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Just when there was no dispute in the live broadcast room.

In the sea not far away.

The gust of wind engulfed the spray and set off a huge wave.

Across the deep blue sea.

There's an earthquake happening at the bottom of the sea.

The astonishingly large school of fish quickly moved away from the bottom of the sea as if they were frightened. During the distance, they bowed their heads and obeyed orders, forming an airtight fish wall, as if they were guarding something.

Sudden.

A sharp beam of light burst out from the sea surface, piercing through the deep sea unstoppably, strangling countless schools of fish with a devastating force.

A giant whale appeared on the surface of the sea with an aura that covered the sky and the sun, and there were several masked figures standing on the back of the whale.

One of them flicked his fingers again, and the beam of light hit the thing guarded by the fish with the trend of a long whip.

The surviving fish school suddenly dispersed, they were terrified by the threat of the masked man on the back of the giant whale.

When they got together again, what they guarded had been captured.

The school of fish wandered around bewilderedly, and the unintelligent mind finally thought of a way to attract the attention of humans.

They gathered together as if they were dead.

Hundreds of millions hit the ground.

Ants can shake trees.

After suffering countless casualties, the weak fish finally broke through the underground rocks, causing the shift of the earth's crust.

The raging waves range from small to large.

Except Yan Jiu.

No one noticed the unrest on the bottom of the sea.

Yan Jiu sat up straight and stared at the video of the host of the sea, in her eyes, the bottom of the sea was rolling.

[I just checked the weather forecast, the sky is clear, this time Master Jiu is probably about to roll over. 】

[The most recent tsunami was last year. 】

[Don't even think about it, you know that there is no possibility of a tsunami. 】

[This time it's interesting. 】

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room is getting higher and higher. Although everyone is echoing, most of them are just joining in the fun.

Some people even thought that Yan Jiu was about to roll over.

The tsunami came just as you said it would?

Is being a weather bureau just a display?

Think it is impossible.

But what happened next was far beyond expectations.

The sea suddenly turned white.

Followed by.

The monstrous waves set off.

The net bag in the host's hand fell to the surface of the water.

[Ah, ah, run! 】

[Fucking tsunami! ? 】

[I suddenly remembered the end of the day...]

[Don't end, Yumei is about to die! 】

【How!what!Can!able! ? 】

[Fuck, fuck, fuck! 】

[Don't play like this! 】

A chill rushed into the hearts of netizens.

It was only half an hour since Yan Jiu reminded the anchor of Catch the Sea to the sudden appearance of the tsunami.

But this half hour was as long as a century, so long that everyone thought that Yan Jiu's words were not to be listened to, so that they missed the best chance to escape.

The anchor's lips trembled.

She turned around staggeringly, and when she was about to escape from the shallow sea, her right foot was caught by the reef.

No matter how hard she tries.

The legs could never be pulled out.

When she was a diver, she was obviously the best at first aid, why couldn't she save herself?

Is this life! ?

The headlights became less effective due to bumps, but they could still clearly see the fierce, roaring waves tens of meters high.

The waves are approaching like a wicked devil, and the huge vortex devours marine life.

finally.

The howling waves engulfed everything in the shoal, including the host who rushed to the sea.

The moment you are swallowed by the sea.

The anchor of Catch the Sea suddenly stopped struggling.

She became dazed.

If she had listened to Yan Jiu's words and left.

That was long enough for her to go ashore.

But why didn't she listen?

Accompanied by the screams of netizens.

The video of the anchor of Catch the Sea went black.

Yan Jiu withdrew from the video of the anchor of Catch the Sea. She didn't have the creeps of the netizens, but she was only surprised.

What exactly caused the tsunami?

·
Just when Yan Jiu was surprised.

Chen Cheng, who was far away in City E, was also surprised.

He put down his mobile phone to watch Yan Jiu's live broadcast, not understanding why Yan Jiu was still alive.

Chen Cheng stood respectfully in front of a door.

Shortly after.

An old voice sounded from the door.

"come in."

Chen Cheng pushed open the wooden door with a sense of age, and met the old man sitting cross-legged on the futon as a junior.

"Elder Hui, junior Chen Cheng has something to ask for advice."

Elder Hui was wearing a gray Taoist uniform.

His demeanor is as calm as a hermit in the mountains, and his long beard, which symbolizes old age, cannot conceal his airy style.

Chen Cheng didn't respond to anyone.

It was repeated.

Elder Hui opened his cloudy eyes, and under Chen Cheng's expectation, he only said, "The Xijin Chen family has another chance to solve the confusion, are you sure you want to use it at this moment?"

His tone was uneven.

It seems to be talking about a very common thing.

Chen Cheng's eyes narrowed.

Head hard.

Chen Cheng handed the photos of Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi to Elder Hui: "I also ask the elder to explain to the younger generation whether the two of them died early, or why they have survived until now."

Done.

Chen Cheng bowed his head respectfully.

Elder Hui has not been seen, and the shock in his eyes when he saw the appearance of Lang Zongyi and Yan Jiu.

He even closed his eyes and looked again.

Only then slowly and nervously took the color photos that were incompatible with the antique room.

Chen Cheng lowered his head and said, "On the day I went to Zhihuilin, although I suffered backlash, I could see through it. It's not wrong. Yan Jiu, like Lang Zongyi, has the appearance of premature death."

Elder Hui considered the names of the two: "Yan Jiu, Lang Zongyi?"

Chen Cheng hurriedly said, "Yes."

Elder Hui's eyes narrowed: "It is indeed the sign of premature death, with one foot in the sun and the other in the underworld."

He didn't say much.

Speaking of this.

Enough for Chen Cheng to make up his mind.

After confirming the faces of the two, Chen Cheng was extremely satisfied: "That's good, Elder Xie for clarifying the confusion!"

He left immediately.

I wanted to take the photos before I left.

On second thought.

Elder Hui will definitely damage the photo, so he doesn't have to do anything to make trouble.

After Chen Cheng left.

Elder Gray waved his sleeves, and the wooden door closed again, isolating the disturbance from the outside world.

He took out an ancient book from his arms.

Open the wordless cover and look at the contents inside. There is a small portrait inside. There are only two people in the portrait.

Among them was a curly-haired man with a finger-long scar between his eyebrows and eyes. He was wearing a black-gold battle armor, with a burly body, and his left hand rested on the saber at the side of his waist.

The scabbard of the horse chopping knife is simple and elegant, with a sense of chilling in its solemnity.

The woman was dressed in a black gauze priestess dress, her long hair was casually tied behind her head, and she held a piece of tissue paper in her hand.The woman bowed her head to admire the paper, while the man's eyes fell on the woman's face.

The whole painting is black and white, only the eyes of the characters are colored with green and gilt respectively.

Simple lines can't outline the extraordinary demeanor of the portrait, so a few lines of small characters are placed next to it.

Used to describe a person in a portrait.

Warn future generations to rely on the recorded body shape and facial features to identify and identify.

There was a hint of obsession in Elder Hui's eyes: "Ancestor, I may have waited for the reincarnation of Lord Wu Jiu and General Turan."

He carefully clipped the colored photos into the book, and carefully put the book in his arms.

Today's Xuanmen leaders are no longer sects, but are Xijin Chen family, Dongmu Zhong family, Beishuilang family, Nanhuoyun family, and Zhongtu Jian family.

Except that the Lang family has a clear attitude.

The other four families have long forgotten who the ancestor is.

But Elder Hui inexplicably thought of an old saying: "It's impossible to know if there will be a comeback."

His eyes were no longer cloudy as if recalling something.

He smiled as if thinking of something again.

Elder Hui squinted his eyes: "The Chen family's owner, Jin, lives in the west, which is a sign of restraint, but the current Chen family is too deeply involved in the world, and I don't know if we can wait for Lord Wu Jiu to take it back."

The messy Taoism is finally waiting for a new student.

He will be the first witness.