There is no wind in the abyss.
Qin Ze felt the high-speed flow of air at this moment.
"There is something above our heads."
Qin Ze was only a small black dot on the back of the huge Yuan Kui.
In addition, he concealed his breath, so the other party did not notice it.
However, Qin Ze also did not find the specific existence of the other party, but only had a slight sense through the flowing airflow.
Qin Ze looked at the merchant ship diagonally below the Yuan Kui, and the logo of the Night Clan was on the side of the ship.
"Are you trying to rob the merchant ship?"
Qin Ze clearly felt that the airflow was heading for the merchant ship of the Night Clan.
Once upon a time, the flying circus people also carried out similar business on the sea.
However, as the flying circus people became bigger and stronger, the captain of this small-scale business no longer looked down on it.
Qin Ze sighed at the courage of this green forest hero, who even dared to rob the merchant ship of the Night Clan.
The other party should have some kind of innate ability similar to hiding, but he did not practice it to the fullest, and still revealed some flaws.
As it gradually approached the merchant ship, the airflow became stronger and stronger.
Qin Ze shook his head: "Too impatient."
If it were him, he would choose to take it slow.
But this guy was like a mad dog that had been hungry for a few days, and he jumped up directly when he saw the fat meat.
The captain watched with relish: "It can be seen that he is a newcomer and has no experience."
"Practice makes perfect. When he does more, he will probably understand the essence of this business."
The captain kept commenting with the tone of an old senior and a veteran.
As soon as the airflow approached the merchant ship, a strong breath rushed up from the deck.
"Who is the villain who dares to touch the merchant ship of the Night Clan!"
An old man with white hair and beard stood in the air.
He was dressed in black, and there was no white in his eyes.
The robe fluttered, and the strong breath was like the waves.
The peak of level nine, Lao Deng!
Qin Ze frowned: "It seems that there is a big cargo on this ship."
A ninth-level peak warrior is guarding a merchant ship. There must be dozens of tanks of life essence on the ship. No wonder someone came to rob it.
Boom——
The old man of the Night Clan punched forward heavily.
The airflow not far away was instantly broken. It turned into a bald eagle with a wingspan of 100 meters.
"Oh, shit~"
"You old thing have no martial ethics!"
"I just want your broken ship, but you want my life!"
The bald eagle cursed and sprayed the old man of the Night Clan.
Qin Ze was surprised to see this: "A strange beast that can speak, and it speaks so fluently."
The bald eagle is a real strange beast.
The smell it exudes will not lie.
And judging by the breath, this guy starts at SSS level.
However, what puzzled Qin Ze was that the bald eagle was not purely a beast, but also mixed with a hint of chaos, which was very similar to the chaos beast that Qin Ze had crushed before.
"For the sake of your old bones, I won't bother with you."
"Leave the boat and take your people away, otherwise I will get angry."
"Tell you, when I get angry, I am afraid of myself!"
The bald eagle was speaking again.
The old man of the Night Clan snorted coldly, and a shadow sword dozens of meters long broke through the clouds and stabbed straight into the back of the bald eagle.
Snap——
The bald eagle turned into a scattered airflow, and the shadow sword flew into the air and heavily stabbed into the abyss, splitting the ground into a crack hundreds of meters long.
"Damn it! You little black guys are really despicable, just like that old black guy."
The bald eagle reappeared on the right side of the merchant ship.
It cursed and flapped its wings.
White airflow was released from it, forming the same shape and outline, and rushed towards the merchant ship.
The old man of the Night Clan smashed the airflow with a palm, and the bald eagle took this opportunity to get close.
The pair of sharp claws were like the sickle of the god of death, trying to grab the old man through.
At this moment, the old man's body was pitch black and turned into a shadow.
The bald eagle missed, and the old man appeared from under it, shooting out black shadow nails like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
The bald eagle rolled over in death to avoid: "You little black guys are really annoying!"
"Take my advice, that thing is useless to you, just give it to me."
"I have known your goddess for a long time, and I will lie to you?"
The old man of the Night Clan obviously didn't want to waste time talking to this guy, and he opened fire directly.
The bald eagle was also angry, and set off a wind field covering a radius of ten miles.
As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.
The god of greed, who was secretly observing, listened to every word of the bald eagle.
"What is that?"
Qin Ze patted Yuan Kui, signaling it to rise and hover.
He himself quietly approached the merchant ship under the cover of the invincible shelter space.
The old man of the Night Clan and the bald eagle were fighting so hard that no one noticed the shelter space.There was a slight spatial fluctuation.
The clones in the LAN were extremely excited.
"We're rich, we're rich! Brothers are going to get rich!"
"As expected of the God of Greed, he's the best at doing this kind of sneaky things."
"How dare you! How dare you talk? This is called judging the situation!"
"Will there be an SSS-level soul bead on the ship?"
"Soul beads are not so attractive to alien beasts, they must be something more awesome!"
"..."
Amid the noise of the clones, Qin Ze has boarded the deck of the merchant ship.
On the deck were dozens of Night Clan warriors in uniform, ready for battle, and all of them were high-level warriors.
Everyone was tense and focused on the battle in the sky.
A man who looked like a leader said, "Be alert, there must be no mistakes with the things on the ship, and they must be delivered to the black market of all races safely, otherwise all of us will lose our heads."
In order not to cause violent spatial fluctuations, Qin Ze walked slowly on the deck.
This ship was going to the black market of the Ten Thousand Races. Qin Ze had a vague feeling that the things on the ship were related to the Ten Thousand Races Competition.
As the soldiers were all paying attention to the battlefield situation, no one noticed the God of Greed sneaking into the back warehouse.
"Gemstones, soul beads, weapons, and some life essence... nothing special."
Qin Ze took all the things in the back warehouse, and the huge warehouse was soon empty.
The warehouse was made of special materials that could isolate most of the mental power.
Qin Ze walked and explored along the walls around him, and soon found something unusual.
"There is a secret door."
One of the walls isolated more mental power than the other three walls.
Qin Ze covered most of the back warehouse with the shelter space, pressed his right hand on that wall, and with a little force, the whole wall shattered.
Then, a spacious space came into view.
"This is..."
Qin Ze's right hand froze in mid-air.
There was a transparent magic cube floating in front of him, and in it were several blood-colored veins entwined together.
The veins were like ropes, tightly binding a ball of colorful gaseous matter that was constantly changing its shape.
What shocked Qin Ze was not the colorful ball, but the red veins.
Qin Ze felt a familiar throbbing from it.
That was... the blood of the God of Wilderness!