The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 314 Capturing a Small Boat

The boat kept drifting towards the east.

The waves were surging, and from time to time there were gusts of wind blowing from all directions.

Sitting quietly on the boat.

Song Feng, dressed in black, looked very calm at the moment, his face flushed with rosy glow:
"I haven't been out to sea for so many years. I didn't expect that there are so many treasures in the sea."

"In the past, I just wandered around the coastal waters. Now that I am really in the sea or ocean, I can finally face the might of God!"

Looking into the distance, there were huge waves several dozen feet high pressing down from the sky.

The waves were surging and the wind was raging.

Song Feng seemed very comfortable.

He casually reached for a crab as big as a human head from the boat, then gently grabbed it:
"Crack, click, click!"

A crisp sound burst out with a burst of power.

Followed by.

A whole big crab that should have been difficult to handle was now left with only crab meat and some crab roe.

"In the past, when I was in Kyushu, I had to worry about this and that. Now, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."

"As for this huge crab, even the emperors and generals in ancient times might not have had the chance to taste it. Times have changed..."

Most people have no idea where to go when sailing on the sea.

Even large fleets would be doomed.

In this era, no one dares to say that they are not afraid of anything when sailing in such a sea.

But Song Feng is different.

Although he did not have in-depth research in the art of divination and numerology, it was still easy for him to tell the direction.

Just find the right one.

Keep walking in one direction.

After all, the earth is round and we can still find a place to rest.

Rubbed his fingers gently.

Then, Song Feng took down a small iron can from under the boat:
"It's better to eat this thing cooked. If it's too raw, it's not suitable for your stomach. If you're not careful, you might end up not being a human anymore..."

Although he himself had sufficient Taoist skills, and used his own means to integrate everything about the flying corpse into his body.

But some habits still exist.

He had no problem eating this raw stuff, and because of his physique and supernatural powers, he could even digest half of it even if he swallowed a weight.

But if you can give yourself a good life, why should you treat yourself badly?
There is still a long way to go.

He didn't want to turn himself into a monster who ate raw meat and drank blood all day long.

He will become an immortal in the future.

An immortal.

Eat wind and drink dew, and ascend to heaven.

Travel to Beihai and stay in Cangwu at night.

That has to be stylish.

He rummaged in the small jar and found some special stones, then Song Feng lit a fire.

Let the stone burn in the iron can.

It won't take a while.

The crab meat and some seafood have been cooked by it.

Another full meal.

Then, Song Feng turned his gaze towards the distant east.

"Logically speaking, after walking for so many months, we should have seen something. It doesn't make sense for us to be so calm..."

All the way, blown by the sea, he made sure he was heading east.

Thought of this.

All that was seen was that Song Feng lightly touched the stern with his toes, and then his body magically flew up.

But in the blink of an eye, it flew several feet up.

This is the instinct of a flying corpse. After all, if it can't even fly or hide in the ground, how can it be called a flying corpse?
In this era.

When spiritual energy no longer exists and the spiritual charm of heaven and earth is compressed to the extreme, the existence of a living flying corpse is simply a great fortune.

What a pity. If the three flying corpses had been buried obediently in Changbai Mountain, they might have been able to reap some benefits as the times changed.

After all, their spiritual energy is low and their magic power is weak, but the zombies themselves possess infinite power.

All the righteous masters were suppressed.

Naturally, few people are willing to do such things as slaying demons and eliminating evil.

What a pity, what a pity...

"…A fleet is coming?"

Looking into the distance, I could only see a small black dot in the very far distance.

Saw this.

Song Feng's body fell heavily, and then landed on the small fishing boat.

The reason why he didn't fly too high was not because he didn't have the ability, but flying high over the sea was also a big goal.

The most important thing is.

The last time, when he tried the magical power of flying corpses, he flew too high and almost lost his own boat.

A wave hit and the boat capsized.

That is, he dived dozens of meters, found the broken pieces of the ship one by one, and then put them together into a complete ship.

These are lessons learned through blood and tears.

While freely displaying various methods in the sea, Song Feng also had a clear understanding of himself:
"Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been suppressed to the extreme, the Yin-Yang Realm is also extremely difficult to interfere with reality, and my navigation skills can't be used much."

"However, the various magical powers that have been cultivated by refining the body of a flying general are not necessarily worse than the previous methods."

"Perhaps such magical powers are more suitable and powerful in this era than in the past..."

Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was suppressed to the extreme, even his Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner could only be manifested in the spirit platform.

But he was not afraid at all.

In the past, I indulged myself in extravagance because I had magical powers and means.

I feel so free now.

That's because my fist is hard enough.

In this situation where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has completely died down, spells can only be cast by opening an altar or using the help of various materials.

His body, which is invulnerable to swords and spears, contains the extraordinary magical powers obtained from several flying corpses.

It's really terrifying.

In this era, as long as he doesn't want to die, no one can control him.

Not even missiles or anything like that.

After all, only the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gone, but his Taoism remains.

There is still a sense of connection in the dark.

He could sense other people's malice and murderous intentions towards him, let alone large-scale weapons like this.

In other words.

It is still possible to become an immortal.

It’s just that the difficulty is much higher than before.

And the performance is a bit lacking.

To put it simply, when spiritual energy was relatively abundant in the past, people like Shi Jian who had spiritual power could barely fly and hide underground.

Although all these methods consume mana.

But he is also able to do what others cannot.

It can be seen from the thunder that struck Shi Jian before that a master at the Yuanling level is, no matter what, a master of that level still has a certain status.

But it is different now.

In this situation where the spiritual energy has declined to the extreme, even masters at the Yuanling level have really tried their best.

It's already very good to be able to lift up a needle with the help of magic power.

This is still a life-threatening act.

After all, the magic power of a master at the Yuanling level has already undergone a qualitative change and is a rare high-quality spiritual charm.

And this side of the world has completely dried up.

If any old-time magician dares to cast magic recklessly, he will become a fish dying of thirst in the desert. "Perhaps my old friends have hidden their spirits and are hiding somewhere..."

When Song Feng thought of those old guys from the past, who had no more tricks left and could only hide from place to place, he wanted to laugh.

Just at this time.

All I saw was a ship floating over in the distance.

The boat doesn't look very big.

But the surface is covered with steel armor, and vaguely, there are several cannons guarding nearby.

It doesn't look like a fishing boat.

Instead, it looks a bit like a gunboat used in war.

at the same time.

The figures on the boat also saw Song Feng and the small broken boat under him.

“…Raise the flag!”

Faintly, there seemed to be some words being heard.

Then, a red flag was slowly raised on the ship that had originally had no flag.

Take a closer look.

With Song Feng's eyesight, he saw what was on the flag at a glance.

"…Is this the bad luck of running into pirates?"

Looking at the skull painted on the flag and the ironclad ship, Song Feng's expression looked a little strange.

But it was really unexpected.

We can actually encounter pirates in this ocean.

But it’s normal when you think about it.

This era also seemed to be a time when pirates were more prevalent.

There are precedents for this.

A certain country even specially appointed pirates as generals to encourage their development.

Who says there can't be pirates on the ocean?
A large ship slowly collided with Song Feng's small boat:
"...Ladder! Put down the ladder!"

As he listened to the English words, Song Feng had a faint smile on his face.

Let the people on the big ship put down the chess pieces.

Afterwards, he climbed up the ladder without any resistance and was surrounded by a group of pirate-like people armed with guns.

By this time.

Only then did Song Feng see the configuration of this ship.

There is no need to mention the leading ones.

They were all wearing thick clothes, and their pride was almost written on their foreheads.

The remaining dozens of people are not bad either.

There were dozens of people, each of them was strong and sturdy, and even the weapons in their hands looked high-end.

There were dozens of people present.

Most of them were holding submachine guns.

Only a few were armed with rifles.

The only difference is that this rifle has a scope mounted on it.

The cannons on the ship are very conspicuous.

This is truly a well-trained "pirate!"

Seeing this scene, the smile on Song Feng's face became more friendly and natural:
“…What a great ship!”

The dozen or so pirates surrounding Song Feng looked at the strange smile on Song Feng's face and felt a little strange.

"...Yellow monkey...Who are you? Where are you from?"

Immediately afterwards, a leader-like man holding a submachine gun gently pushed Song Feng's shoulder.

I heard several people asking.

The smile on Song Feng's face became even gentler:

"Thank you for the big ship..."

The next moment, a terrifying suction force suddenly burst out from Song Feng's body.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, all the pirates on the ship, including the leaders, were sucked over.

The blood leaves the body instantly.

A group of people turned into mummies in the blink of an eye.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Blood cells jumped out one by one.

Eventually they merged into a large blood mass.

There was not a trace of blood in the whole process. In fact, there was a hint of sweetness in the blood that was separated.

"Sucking blood from a distance... what a great method. Maybe it will be of other use to my way of immortality..."

Looking at the pool of blood, Song Feng shook his head, and then lightly flicked the blood into the sea.

thump!
The ball of blood melted as soon as it entered the water.

In the blink of an eye, that small area of ​​sea water was dyed red.

Looking at the many mummies around.

Song Feng shook his head, and then walked along the stairs of the ship towards the interior of the tower.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Keep going.

After a while, he arrived at a place that looked like a restaurant.

And there are several chefs in this restaurant.

When these chefs saw Song Feng coming here, their expressions were a little surprised:
"How...how did you get here?"

This pirate ship should be a place where pirates can do whatever they want.

How could there be someone else?
And this is America, there can be both black and white people, but why is there an old man with yellow skin?

Where did you buy these?
Seeing these chefs, Song Feng asked:

“…How many people are there in the cabin?”

After practicing, you will be inspired and have extraordinary abilities. Learning knowledge or a language will be a piece of cake for you.

Look at Song Feng so confident.

Listening to Song Feng say this, I felt the special aura in him.

For a while.

The leader who was like a chef spoke cautiously:
"The other three are in the cabin. They are responsible for the maintenance and operation of the ship. Without them, we can only wait to die in the sea."

Although I have some guesses in my mind.

Although I think this speculation is extremely ridiculous.

However, the chef still carefully explained the specific situation of the ship and the situation of the three people below.

Emphasize the importance of these three people.

None of the chefs can sail a boat.

Today, it is still quite a distance from the land.

If they are not careful, they will never be able to go back.

After hearing this, Song Feng nodded calmly, and then spoke in English:
"You don't have to cook for others today. You guys go out and help throw the body into the sea. ...By the way, I want to have some pasta for lunch."

After saying this, he walked towards the cockpit very calmly.

However, hearing what he said.

The chefs and kitchen helpers present, who were not sure where they were captured from, all looked terribly angry:

"…Walter?"

Thinking of the impossible idea in their minds, several people rushed out in a swarm.

Come on deck.

When they saw that the pirates who used to be so powerful were dying one by one and turning into mummies.

The chef and several other people couldn't help but change their expressions, with a hint of fear in their eyes:
"...Evil...Devil...Devil on the sea...Devil from the East!!"

(End of this chapter)