I Have A City In An Alternate World



The mysterious key that he had obtained by accident had aroused the speculations of many cultivators.

They were all wondering what the key was for and what kind of lock it could open.

Looking around the entire wooden boat, there was no lock at all. The key was definitely not used here.

However, if Tang Zhen didn't say it, it was impossible for anyone to know.

"You can keep the key, don't lose it."

Tang Zhen looked at the old man. He had entrusted him with such an important task, but in reality, it was to divert the attention of the cultivators.

The old man nodded with a very serious expression. He clearly believed Tang Zhen's explanation.

This was just a small matter, so the cultivators quickly put it aside and continued to row the bronze oars with all their might.

Time was life. At this moment, this phrase was perfectly embodied.

If they ran too slowly, they would be caught and surrounded by the black monsters, and their end would be miserable.

At Tang Zhen's request, the torn apart wooden boat was processed and a batch of wood was obtained.

After the wood was hollowed out, it was combined with the bronze oars to make a special throwing weapon.

If it was thrown into the ocean, it would explode in a short time and cause damage to the monster.

The design and structure were simple, but under limited conditions, it could only be done to this extent.

But even so, it still attracted the exclamations of a group of cultivators.

Up until now, they hadn't come up with a solution to the problem. What qualifications did they have to be picky about Tang Zhen's weapon?

If he didn't have these weapons, when the monsters caught up to him, he would probably have no choice but to fight with his life on the line.

In the process of making the bomb, the cultivators who were rowing the boat behind them had already seen a black shadow flash in the sea.

This unusual scene immediately raised his vigilance.

there's something in the sea. It's under the wooden boat!

The cultivator said loudly. As he reminded his companions, he strengthened the chains on his body.

At this point, the cultivators had already understood the use of the iron chains. It was to prevent themselves from falling into the sea.

If they were driving normally, they would not fall into the sea with the balance of cultivators.

However, if they were attacked by monsters, it was impossible to predict what would happen in the chaos.

The most likely danger was to accidentally fall into the ocean in a state of panic.

When such a situation occurred, being able to have a chain to pull him was far more effective than a life-saving straw.

As soon as the chain was fixed, he saw a gloomy face staring at him from the corner of his eye.

His white eyes were filled with endless malice.

"Not good!"

He knew that something was wrong, but in the next moment, the monster had already rushed out of the sea and pounced on the cultivator.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

Compared to the first time they were attacked, the cultivators on the flat-bottomed boat were already mentally prepared.

They knew that there were monsters and that they could catch up to the fleet at any time and attack, so they did not panic even when they found the monsters.

He did not panic at all as he waved the bronze oar at the monster.

This kind of unknown antique, in addition to the beautiful shape and decoration, was also quite lethal.

With a wave of the cultivator's hand, it carried a great amount of power and slashed at the monster's body.

There was no scream or blood, but the monster's head had been cut off.

The headless corpse of the monster fell into the ocean without a sound.

The cultivator didn't even have time to catch his breath before another monster appeared and attacked him again.

The cultivators could only continue fighting and couldn't summon their companions for help because they were also entangled by the monsters.

The crazily pursuing monsters continuously jumped out of the sea and attacked the cultivators.

The cultivators waved their bronze oars and each occupied a position, forming an impenetrable defense for the wooden boat.

Although the monster was aggressive, it was still suppressed by the group of cultivators.

It was impossible to board the flat-bottomed wooden boat.

During this period, there were also some cultivators who were in charge of moving around to provide support. If a cultivator was entangled by a monster, they would immediately wave the bronze oars to rescue them.

At the beginning of the fight, the monster was indeed successfully suppressed and could not gain any advantage.

The monsters that were smashed by the bronze oars fell into the ocean one after another. Perhaps it was because of the damage to their bodies, but their speed was much slower.

While fighting the monsters, there were still cultivators rowing the oars, trying to escape from the monsters.

This was something that had to be done. If they did not escape as soon as possible, more and more monsters would catch up to them, until they completely surrounded the flat-bottomed boat.

At that time, unless they grew wings, they would have no chance of escaping.

But even so, the pressure that the cultivators faced was gradually increasing.

This was because as time passed, more and more cultivators 'corpses completed their transformation and joined the ranks of the pursuit.

The number of monsters that had been killed and crippled only made up a small portion of the total number of monsters. It was not enough to affect the monsters at all.

It was foreseeable that as time passed, the situation of the cultivators would become more and more dangerous.

"I can't hold on much longer. Can that weapon be used?"

A cultivator shouted. His body was being dragged by the monster into the ocean.

Fortunately, he was chained to the ship, otherwise, he would have been in deep trouble.

The cultivator in charge of roaming around and supporting the reinforcements helped to cut the monster into pieces. Then, he turned around and shouted at Tang Zhen.

hold on for a while longer. The monsters are too scattered right now. It's not a good time to launch an attack!

Tang Zhen waved the bronze oars and killed the few monsters that jumped onto the boat. He then spoke in a calm but clear voice.

After hearing Tang Zhen's reply, that cultivator clenched his teeth and turned around to continue fighting the monster.

As the commander, Tang Zhen was in charge of controlling the entire situation. He would definitely launch an attack at an appropriate time.

Since he said it wasn't time yet, he could only continue to persist.

It was the same for the other cultivators. Although they were in danger, they were still not in the most dangerous situation.

The number of weapons was limited to begin with, so it was only natural that they had to be used at the most appropriate time and exert the greatest killing power.

If he threw out all his weapons at once when he was in danger, what would he do next?

Therefore, they should listen to the command and persist in the battle as much as possible.

In addition, under such circumstances, he must not panic or doubt the commander. That would only make the situation worse.

Clearly, all the cultivators on the ship understood this taboo, and this saved Tang Zhen a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, under such circumstances, he would most likely use the method of killing one to warn the others to protect his authority.

Although doing so would be effective, it was likely to have the opposite effect and make the cultivators feel hostility towards Tang Zhen.

If he could avoid it, he would naturally try his best to avoid it.

Tang Zhen's gaze continuously swept across the surface of the sea. The monsters swimming in the sea were all seen by him.

When these pursuing monsters had inadvertently gathered together, Tang Zhen decisively gave the order.

attack! The stern is 270 feet!

The old man holding a special weapon and burning charcoal immediately lit the fuse made of rolled cloth.

Following the position marked by Tang Zhen, he ruthlessly threw the small rocket-like bronze oars.

As if he was measuring with a ruler, the landing spot was exactly the same, and the bomb fell into the water without a sound.

In the next moment, a loud noise was heard, and a water pillar shot up into the sky.