God of Fishing

Originally a wonderful sea cave jungle, the long bow carried by Han Fei is an indiscriminate bombardment. Nor did he fire a very strong attack, and after recalculation, each arrow had a spiritual energy of around 800 points. This is entirely within the boundaries of Korea and Africa.

No way, Han Fei himself has a high spiritual upper limit, strong body, and a large amount of spiritual gas reserves. But for this millennium snapper, its body has less than 2,500 energy reserves. It doesn't seem to work, either in defense or speed.

“Boom, boom...”

Spiritual plants burst, and the big red leaf tree had a lot of sword leaves torn apart. It's just not surprising to Han that the branches of this tree are nothing at all.

In the confusion, Han had to pay more attention to the tree and look at its data.

[Name] Dahongju

Introduction Fae red trees native to marine forests, born here for unknown reasons, due to malnutrition, less than half of the original species. Full of sky rainfall swords, red leaf sticky releases tremendous heat.

[Level] 38

[Quality] Variation

[Contains Spirituality] 6668 points

[Edible effect] Not edible

[Collectible] Dahongzhu

Absorbable

Han Fei's heart suddenly: Big Red? He suddenly remembered, wasn't that the old man who gave him the wooden skeleton of the boat on his list of materials?

However, Han Fei immediately thought: But this great red onion is a mutant variety, and it's the kind that gets lower grades. Is it really a good idea to get back to the main bone?

“No, the main dragonbone can't do it, but as a paradragon bone it can. ”

Han Fei Weixi: I haven't been to the offshore grasslands yet, so I got one of the core materials for fishing boats.

“Yikes...”

Suddenly, Han Fei was able to sing back to God. Only the millennium flute snapper fanned its own fins, a wave of strange sounds, forming a wave pattern, fanning in the direction of Korea and Africa.

“Humph! Break...”

Another arrow, the fourth arrow of Soul Warfare erupted. Seeing the wave split apart instantly, the millennium snapper was hit directly by a huge impact. Huge forces directly smashed a great tree.

At the moment when the millennium snappers were bombed out, the spiritual attacks around them stopped, all of them stopped.

“Laaah...”

“Pfft...”

Han Fei plunged to the snapper of the millennium, saw the fish and tried to run, and sang? But how can Han Fai make it work? Watermark it directly on your hand, slap it out and roll it on the ground for dozens of laps.

This time, the millennial snapper was powerless. Han Fei saw that the goods were about to tumble and his bowels were shot a little.

Han Fei, like a demon, stood in front of the snapper for a thousand years: “Either bow down or die... refine the demon pot, take it away. ”

At first glance, Han Fei slapped him out again and slapped the millennium snapper again.

“Collect.”

“Still won't? You want to die, don't you? ”

“Bang...”

“Collect…”

“You want to die for all of you. ”

“Bang...”

Repeatedly and repeatedly, the original demonic beauty of the millennium snapper was directly drawn by Korea and Africa into "Ironhead Fish”. That miserable look, the fins are broken, the tail is crushed, the intestines are taken off, and the mouth is distorted...

Han Fei is holding the Bihai Dragon Knife in his hand at this moment, against the fish belly, violently and violently pronounced: “I don't care if you can hear me or not, give you one last chance... take it. ”

Han Fei never thought he would threaten a fish one day! In the beginning, when I met dragon eels, they also struggled, but they didn't struggle if they didn't have the strength.

The millennium flute snapper is good, and its own strength is poor. It will only control the planting. At this moment, it can't even make a sound, but it still stands.

Fortunately, the millennium snapper compromised.

However, after the millennium flute snapper compromise, the body was incorporated into the demon pot, a fictional figure gathered outside.

At first glance, Han Fei directly disappeared.

“Damn... who are you? ”

Han Fei was stunned, and he even thought he was hallucinating. He saw a human fiction, and the shadow was a little blurry, but he could see that it was a woman with a pretty face.

“Thank you…”

In Han Fei's mind, a strange sound wave appeared.

Han Fei was shocked: “Who are you? ”

The phantom did not answer Han Fei's words, it was just a rumor: "Never... don't eat fruit...”

“Ah, what fruit? Hey, who are you? ”

The voice was a little intermittent: “Never eat fruit… otherwise…"

“Otherwise what? Speak up! Speak up! Hey, can you hear me? Bad signal? ”

However, the fiction grew darker and darker: "Don't … eat… fish…"

Han Fei was almost crying: “No... Sister, tell me not to eat fruit for a while, tell me not to eat fish for a while... what do you mean? And who are you? ”

But that fiction was fading in front of Han Fei's eyes... and finally, there was no more sound in his mind. And this jungle of heaven, it was silenced.

“Where did this man come from? What does it have to do with millennial snappers? ”

Unfortunately, no one can answer the question of Korea and Africa at this time. It's all like a mystery! But Han Fei remembered what this woman said, don't eat fruit, don't eat fish...

But the more Han Fei thinks about it, the worse. What's wrong with me eating fish? When I was in mob college, I ate fish every day.

After collecting the millennial snapper, Han Fei turned around and looked at the tree. Without saying a word, go straight up and cut the tree.

However, as soon as Han Fei made his move, he floated with red leaves.

However, the red leaves of the great magenta have consumed a lot. If it drifts down again, its branches are going bald.

After more than four hours, Han Fei just cut off the red rice balls and cut out the main trunk. The branches, along with the bald branches, threw them into the refining heavens and the earth, occupying a huge area.

Even the roots of the trees were shaved out by Han Fei. This thing, on the bow, makes a sculpture, when the bow, seems nice too! But don't waste it.

After all this, Han Fei felt that this trip was already worth it. Took a thousand snappers, and dug a dragonbone beside a fishing boat.

It's just that this cave isn't over yet. The millennium snapper is gone, but isn't there another baby this big?

Just walked forward but a kilometer away, Han Fei was a little creepy, he actually saw several small graves.

Little tombs have no inscriptions, which is a pile of raised gravel, and there are seven of them in a row.

Han couldn't help but wonder: Did that woman just do it?

Seven graves, naturally seven, but there should be a gravedigger!

Han Fei next looked and found a stone platform not far away. There is a stone stool in front of the stone table and it seems that someone has lived here before.

Han Fei couldn't help but wonder: Who the hell lives in the ocean? Don't you breathe?

He walked up and saw that the table was already dusty, but there seemed to be a piece of fish skin beneath the dust.

Han Fei erased the dirt with his own hands, so his eyelids trembled: what a fish skin! However, this skin is already broken. Most of them have been broken, with only a small amount of text left on them.

……

Half a month ago, the eight of us joined forces to enter the offshore grasslands. Rumor has it that there are rare spiritual fruits that can alter veins against the sky. It has been a miracle that I took the first spiritual vein to repair the flesh and broke the fisherman. It's too hard! The path of the flesh, there is no way to follow, can only be explored by itself. But if I had the chance to change my spiritual veins, everything would change...

Just a little bit ahead, Han Fei couldn't help but tighten his head.

First spiritual vein, breaking through the realm of the fisherman, what kind of demon can do this?

Han couldn't help but feel sad: it looks like there are a lot of people in the world who don't recognize their lives. The other party alone has the word "extraordinary”.

Han Fei continues to look down.

The man wrote: "Maritime grasslands are dangerous. But really dangerous, or the jungle under the grasslands. We didn't go to war first, and there was a horrible octopus, and it seemed strange. Black lobster with indestructible hard armor. There were horrible shemale shells... until we met the Great Red Horn. ”

Han Fei suddenly brightened his eyes: Big Red? Did you bring the red meadow here from the sea meadow?

However, Han Fei thought about it: it should be about 20,000 miles from the offshore grasslands. It takes a day or two to maneuver a fishing boat at full speed... why did all of these people end up here?