Blood moon starry sky.

The canoe floated on the lake like a fallen leaf.

Yang Bo and his party squatted down, not daring to get up for fear of being blown down.

Although Yang Bo didn't know the material of the lake yet, he could clearly feel that if he fell into the water, he would probably be dead.

Mu Weiyu tried his best to control the canoe, trying to stabilize it, but the canoe kept shaking violently.

Tianyan Daozu said loudly: "Everyone, please pay attention to safety and be sure not to fall into the water!"

"The water in this lake can drown people!"

"Fellow seeker, if you really can't bear it, just tell me!"

Yang Bo asked: "What on earth is going on?"

"They seem to have expected this to happen?"

Only then did Yang Bo think about why the saints had not taken action because they had long anticipated the danger in the lake.

The wind blew across the lake, posing a great danger to everyone. Even a saint might be in danger of falling into the water.

Meng Tianxing couldn't help but ask: "What kind of water is this?"

"Some lake water fell on me. I felt freezing cold and it felt like I was on fire."

Tianyan Taoist Patriarch replied: "This lake was transformed by the saint and contains the infinite power of the saint."

"This water is the water of holy thoughts. If you get it on your body, you will be infected by the saint's thoughts and you will be unable to extricate yourself!"

Meng Tianxing was startled. He stared at Tianyan Daozu, "I have a little water on my body. Could it be..."

Before Meng Tianxing could finish speaking, his whole body was lifted up.

Yang Bo grabbed Mu Zhou with one hand, grabbed Meng Tianxing with the other, and pulled him back.

Mu Weiyu suddenly said: "I can't control it a little bit!"

"The wind is too strong here!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, take over!"

Yang Bo did not hesitate, and quickly made seals to control the canoe.

As soon as he took over the canoe, Yang Bo felt a fierce collision, and the strong wind swept outside the canoe. He wanted to control the canoe, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy.

He could feel the spiritual energy in his body pouring out crazily and pouring into the canoe.

Despite this, the canoe was still shaking violently and seemed to be about to tip over soon.

At this rate of consumption of spiritual power, Yang Bo couldn't hold on any longer. He couldn't help shouting: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, what else can you do?"

"How can we escape!"

Tianyan Daozu squatted on the wooden boat and said loudly: "There is no other way but to endure it!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you have to hold on!"

"If you can't hold on, we will be wiped out!"

Yang Bo frowned. He didn't have much means at all, so he just desperately stuffed the elixir into his mouth, constantly refining it and replenishing his spiritual power.

Yang Bo shouted: "Bing!"

After using the Bing Jue, the wooden boat became slightly more stable.

This relieved everyone a little bit.

However, Yang Bo still felt that a large amount of his spiritual energy was being consumed and would be exhausted in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Mu Weiyu took over Muzhou in time.

But Mu Weiyu didn't have the Nine-Character Mantra, so he had no way to stabilize the canoe and could only let the canoe shake.

Yang Bo raised his head and looked at the shore. The four worshipers were standing on the shore, staring at the lake as if they were watching the excitement.

Obviously, the four saints had already anticipated this situation, so they did not enter the lake to pick red lotus.

Ye Hongchen was smiling all over his face, only Mu Shengren still had a bit of worry on his face.

Ye Hongchen stared at the rough lake and smiled, "I'm afraid these little guys are in danger!"

"The red lotus in their hands will eventually stay here and cannot be taken away!"

"I recognize two of them. We have met many times and dealt with them several times. They are not easy to deal with!"

Jiang Gongyu said: "They are so lucky to be recognized by fellow Taoist Ye?"

"This storm lasted for two days. Even the saints were unable to deal with it. How could they deal with it easily?"

"Fellow seeker, your daughter is probably going to sink in this lake!"

Mu Shengren snorted coldly, "Don't be too arrogant. My daughter has a good fortune, how could she fail so easily?"

"Just wait and see!"

Jiang Gongyu chuckled, "I would like to see what kind of magical power your daughter has that makes her able to do this?"

"This lake contains the spiritual thoughts of three saints. The spiritual thoughts are so vast that ordinary monks may not be able to resist them!"

The pilgrim glanced at them and said no more.

At this time, the canoe was swaying in the wind and rain, and was drifting on the rough lake. It seemed that there was only one wave before it could capsize.

However, the canoe is a sacred vessel after all. It is extraordinary and can always be stabilized.

After a long time, Mu Weiyu finally couldn't hold on any longer and gave up control of the canoe completely.

A wave came over and the canoe was overturned immediately.

Yang Bo fell into the lake and immediately felt as if his whole body was plunged into three feet of ice and endless heat.

The most important thing is that after falling into the lake, Yang Bo felt that his head was instantly filled with things, endless thoughts were stuffed into his mind, and his head was about to explode.

These are the thoughts of a saint. A saint has rich experiences in his life and has experienced many things. These thoughts and stories are hidden in the stories and poured into the minds of Yang Bo and others.

This is the mind power of a saint!

"ah!"

Meng Tianxing screamed, soaked in the water, covered his head with both hands, and roared loudly, trying to relieve the pain in his mind.

Endless mental thoughts entered his mind, overwhelming his consciousness and making him feel endless darkness approaching.

Yang Bo was shocked when he saw Meng Tianxing's condition. He also felt complicated spiritual thoughts coming, but he could endure it without bursting his head. The brilliance in front of him helped him purify these spiritual thoughts.

Yang Bo swam desperately towards the bow of the wooden boat, because he knew that the souls of Jin Qiming and Mu Xiaoran were at the bow. With the help of their souls, they would be able to cope with the situation in front of them.

However, Yang Bo swam a few meters and saw Taoist Tianyan floating in the lake in agony. He stretched out his hand and the light in front of him fell on the head of Taoist Tianyan, helping him block a batch of telekinesis.

Mu Weiyu's situation was also not optimistic, but she reached out and grabbed the wooden boat, and the sacred weapon helped her block most of her spiritual thoughts.

Yang Bo approached Meng Tianxing, reached out and pulled him, using his brilliance to block most of his spiritual thoughts, and then pushed him towards the bow of the ship, hoping to help him get rid of the troubles of his spiritual thoughts.

At this time, the entire lake was in turbulent waves, with the waves several feet high. Even a saint could not see clearly.

As Meng Tianxing approached the bow of the boat, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared from the bow of the wooden boat, and this glimmer of light suddenly jumped into Meng Tianxing's head.

Seeing this scene, Yang Bo was shocked. He originally wanted to get closer to the bow of the ship, but quickly retreated, not daring to get closer.
Chapter completed!