diskusbooks Chapter 334 Fish Becomes a Spirit
Chapter 334 Fish Becomes a Spirit
On the vast sea, the figures of the man and the eagle appear particularly small.
Murong Ling'er's hair was blown wildly by the sea breeze, and her eyes showed determination and persistence. In order to find a rare medicinal herb - sea glue yarn, she had been searching in this sea area for a long time.
This rubber gauze in the sea is crucial to whether Chu Lingfeng can detoxify, so she must find it.
At first, the Golden Eagle King was full of confidence, thinking that with its and Murong Ling'er's abilities, it would not be difficult to find the medicinal herb. Every day, it stood at the highest point of the island like a loyal watchman, looking at the vast ocean, waiting for Murong Ling'er to return.
Murong Ling'er, like a deep-sea elf, shuttled through the freezing cold water all day long. Her body turned pale from being soaked in the sea water, but she didn't care. The only thought in her mind was to find medicinal herbs.
In her free time, Murong Ling'er would bring the delicacies she had caught from the deep sea, swim to the edge of the island, and hand them to the Golden Eagle King with a smile: "Try it, this is a unique delicacy from the deep sea."
The golden eagle king chirped happily, took the delicacy and began to eat it with relish.
However, day after day, with the same food and the long wait, the Golden Eagle King gradually grew impatient. His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness. He paced the island repeatedly, muttering, "How long do I have to wait? This life is truly too torturous."
On this day, Murong Ling'er was struggling forward at a depth of a thousand meters under the sea as usual. A soft light emanated from her body, which was her body-protecting spiritual power. In the dark and cold seabed, this light was like a warm candlelight.
Suddenly, a strange vibration came from the originally quiet seabed. The dull sound came from far away and got closer. The surrounding sea water began to fluctuate violently.
Murong Ling'er was startled. She stopped and looked around vigilantly.
The creatures that were originally swimming leisurely on the sea now seemed to have gone crazy, fleeing towards the sea surface desperately, with fear in their eyes.
Before Murong Ling'er could react, a pungent smell hit her in the face. The smell was fishy and smelly, making her feel nauseous.
"What's that smell?" Murong Ling'er covered her mouth and nose, her heart full of doubts.
At this moment, she found that the sea water in front of her became turbid and black smoke was faintly spreading.
Murong Ling'er became curious and approached the black fog cautiously.
When she gradually saw the scene in the black fog clearly, she couldn't help but gasp.
I saw a huge sea monster trapped in a huge black fishing net. It struggled desperately, but sank deeper and deeper.
The sea monster's body was covered with wounds, and blood kept flowing out of the wounds, dyeing the surrounding sea water red.
Murong Ling'er felt a surge of pity in her heart, and without hesitation she drew the sword from her waist and chopped at the fishing net.
With a "click", the fishing net broke and the sea beast regained its freedom. It looked at Murong Ling'er with gratitude, and then dived deep into the seabed.
As soon as the sea monster disappeared from sight, Murong Ling'er noticed something was wrong.
The temperature of the surrounding sea water dropped suddenly, and the coldness was like countless fine needles, piercing through the protective spiritual power and piercing her skin.
"Oh no, there's something unusual around here." Murong Ling'er whispered to herself, tightly gripping the sword in her hand and looking around vigilantly.
At this moment, a huge tentacle suddenly stretched out from the black fog, like a thick python, wrapped in black mucus, and rushed towards Murong Ling'er at an extremely fast speed.
Murong Ling'er reacted extremely quickly, her body instantly dodging to the side. The tentacle brushed past her clothes, bringing up a fishy wind.
"What is that?" Murong Ling'er exclaimed in shock. Before she could recover, several tentacles attacked from different directions, blocking all her escape routes.
Murong Ling'er's eyes flashed, and the sword in her hand danced quickly, the sword shadow flashed, and she clashed fiercely with the tentacles.
"Ding ding dang dang", the tentacles hit the sword, making a dull sound, which made Murong Ling'er's arm numb.
Only then did she realize that these tentacles were extremely tough and ordinary attacks could not cause any substantial damage to them.
During the fierce battle, Murong Ling'er finally saw the appearance of this horrible creature.
It was a giant deep-sea octopus, its size beyond imagination. Its body was hidden deep in the black fog, with only countless waving tentacles exposed, each as thick as a bucket.
The octopus's attacks became more and more fierce, and Murong Ling'er gradually became unable to cope. Her physical strength was rapidly consumed and her breathing became rapid.
At this time, the Golden Eagle King also noticed something unusual on the sea. Seeing a large amount of black sea water surging below the sea surface, it became extremely anxious. It kept circling over the sea surface, making sharp cries, trying to find Murong Ling'er's trace.
"Woman, where are you?" The Golden Eagle King was extremely anxious, but he could not dive directly into the seabed to help.
Murong Ling'er was extremely anxious. She stepped onto the shore, jumped, and landed steadily and nimbly on the broad back of the Golden Eagle King.
Her face was solemn, her brows furrowed, and she shouted at the Golden Eagle King: "Go!"
There was an unquestionable urgency in the voice. Although the Golden Eagle King was full of doubts, he did not dare to delay. He flapped his wings suddenly, and the strong airflow pushed him to fly a hundred meters away like an arrow.
The howling wind blew past her ears. Murong Ling'er lay tightly on the back of the Golden Eagle King, her hair flying wildly in the wind. She stared vigilantly behind her until the huge figures completely disappeared between the vast sea and sky, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Murong Ling'er's expression ease, the Golden Eagle King slowed down, turned his head, and looked at her with a pair of round eyes full of confusion. His voice was filled with anxiety and curiosity: "Hey, woman, what happened? You have never been so panicked!"
Only then did Murong Ling'er dare to breathe deeply. The sea breeze, with its salty and humid smell, tried its best to dispel the lingering strong stench in her nostrils.
She took a few deep breaths to calm her rapid breathing. Looking down at the anxious and puzzled look on the Golden Eagle King's face, she couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you smell that smell just now?"
The Golden Eagle King nodded quickly, his head shaking like a rattle. "I smell it! I smelled it! I was waiting for you on the island when I suddenly heard several loud noises that nearly scared me to death. Then I smelled a pungent stench. What's going on?"
Murong Linger was still terrified when she thought of the scene just now, and her brows furrowed even tighter: "That was a spirited octopus. The stench it emitted was enough to make anyone faint!"
The Golden Eagle King's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "An octopus that has become a spirit? This is unheard of!"
Murong Linger gave a helpless smile. "I didn't believe it at first, but the facts are right in front of me. When I got close, it suddenly emitted that foul stench. My five senses are sharp, and that smell is like a double attack to me. It almost made me unconscious on the spot. I couldn't move my hands and feet in the sea."
Upon hearing this, the Golden Eagle King's fury immediately flared up, and he flapped his wings, ready to turn around: "How dare you bully me! I'll go back and settle the score with it!"
Murong Ling'er was quick to act. She grabbed the Golden Eagle King's neck and said hastily, "Don't be impulsive! That octopus is incredibly powerful. If we rush back, we might not be able to escape unscathed. Let's leave here first and make plans later."
Although the Golden Eagle King was filled with resentment, he also knew that Murong Ling'er was right. He could only snort in anger and continue to fly forward, muttering, "Hmph, I'll remember this. Next time I have the chance, I'll teach that stinky octopus a lesson!"