The dark, icy, vast water surface, upward is the endless void.

Down is the bones of the river.

The miserable green ghost fire, like a cloud, floats on a corpse of water, burning forever.

"Wow!"

The water surface was broken.

A black shade boat sailed past the thousand-meter-high corpse mountain. The hull was flat and long, like a square iron coffin, and it was more than two hundred meters high when exposed on the water.

In the black array of the shadow ship, Zhang Ruochen stood on the bow of the ship with his hands on his back and stared at it.

This ferry boat was borrowed from a great **** in the impermanent ghost town by Wen Chu with the relationship of the Yan family in the dark abyss. The man who sailed the boat was a supreme sage named Nulan, a first-class figure in the impermanent ghost city.

Cross the river tonight, walk through the space wormhole of the impermanent ghost town, and reach the dark abyss as soon as possible tomorrow morning.

Blood Slaughter stood beside Zhang Ruochen, and the excitement in his heart was difficult to calm down. He said: "Brother Brother is worthy of the secular myth. Actually, the Yan Luo tribe has paid so much attention and sent a true **** to respond. My blood slaughter has never been like this, even if he worships Master Divine Respect. Treatment."

At the moment when he saw Wen Chu, Xue Tu's admiration for Zhang Ruochen had reached a point where he couldn't be added.

Why did the Yan Luo tribe attach so much importance to a holy monk?

This further shows that going to the dark abyss is to do big things.

Only when you do big things, you have great opportunities.

And Zhang Ruochen's willingness to take him with him is enough to show that this brother is very devoted to him and regards him as his own.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn and he said, "Go and invite Wen Chu Zhenshen to come."

"Okay, here we go."

Blood Tu turned around and just saw the figure of the Prajna goddess stepping forward. Suddenly, his body was tight, his head was bowed, and he walked quickly along the edge of the vagina.

Seeing the Prajna goddess was not angry, did not stop him, and did not even look at him.

Blood Tu was very surprised, and could not help secretly guessing, is it true that the nonsense he speaks during the day?

Don't dare to think more, don't dare to say more.

After all, the Prajna goddess broke through the situation and became a god, and his blood slaughter has not yet passed through the gods, and the cultivation of the gap is in front of him.

"I calculated from the way of destiny, tonight's misfortune, and three ominous signs.

Prajna's voice came from behind.

After all, Zhang Ruochen couldn't stop Prajna and Xiaohei. They boarded the Yin boat together and stayed in step. They also knew that the destination of his trip was the abyss of darkness.

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I've also calculated it, and it's no good tonight. It seems that the wind is still leaking, but I don't know where the danger comes from? We are now back to the Seven Injustices Holy City, is it too late?"

Although Zhang Ruochen had Promise of Sacred Prosperity, it was still a lot worse than that of Prajna, a master of calculation.

Prajna shook his head gently, his eyes sharply cold, and said, "There are four true gods on this shadowy ship, even if they are dangerous, they can break into it. Retreat, just to avoid the wind and waves for a while, the wind and waves are still there, not because of you. Retreat and disappear. Enter to be able to ride the wind and waves."

In Zhang Ruochen's eyes, a strange color flashed.

Tonight's Prajna, there is no trace of weakness on his body, that fearless temperament is enough to make the monks of the world heartbroken.

Footsteps sounded.

Wen Chu came over and asked, "What happened?"

With him, there is Nulan.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The monk on this shadowy ship is unreliable."

Wen Chu moved.

Nulan is both the Supreme Saint and the Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor. He said coldly: "What does Master Ruochen mean? Could it be that the monks under this throne are dissatisfied?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "There are a total of 375 holy monks on this shadowy ship. Can you guarantee that each of them is reliable?"

"Each of them is loyal to the emperor."

Nulan was very dissatisfied and bowed to salute the two gods Prajna and Wen Chu, saying: "The two true gods are at ease, and Nulan dares to ensure that no monk on the ship leaks out. Whenever there is a little accident, Nulan is naturally faceless to face the true god. , When self-immolating on this Santu River."

Wen Chu certainly believed in Nu Lan, and was about to ask Zhang Ruochen what happened.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's face suddenly turned white, his skin quickly shrivelled, and his body sunken inwards.

"It's the power of the curse, the blood bite curse!"

Wen Chu roared angrily, without thinking, the first time broke out in his body, enveloping Zhang Ruochen, trying to block the power of mysterious and strange curses.

However, the Blood Devouring Mantra is too powerful to stop the divine tattoo and formation of the Yin Ship.

Wen Chu wanted to protect Zhang Ruochen, but found out that Zhang Ruochen was already skinny and woody, and a large amount of blood was lost in the body, like turning into a black corpse.

Prajna is one step ahead of Wen Chu, to support the true self.

Nulan, who didn't know what happened, was shocked by the power of Wen Chu and Ban Ruo, and flew out, falling to the corner of the vagina, unable to stand up.

"Roar!"

On Zhang Ruochen's body, the golden divine light soared.

A terrifying tiger roared out of him, and the power of the invisible curse that came from nowhere was shocked.

It is the true gods like Prajna and Wenchu ​​that when they hear the tiger's roar, they are also trembling, and their eyes are slightly dark.

The slave blue lying on the ground in the distance was fainted, and Qiqiao bleeds.

Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor couldn't bear the roar of burying Jin Baihu.

"Wow!"

In the air, a blood line thinner than the hair appeared, interwoven into a net, flowing to Zhang Ruochen's body.

A moment later, Zhang Ruochen's shrivelled and flesh-like body, resembling an inflated balloon, recovered, the skin was sacred, and the power of the curse was swept away.

Far away.

In the darkness and nothingness, there was an amazed whisper: "How is it possible? The monk who has been hit by a blood-biting curse, how can the blood return to the body? This is absolutely impossible!"

The blood-biting curse is one of the six most terrifying curses of the Ming tribe. It can take away blood from the soul silently.

The most weird thing is that even monks who cast spells don't know where the blood has been lost.

Zhang Ruochen got a blood-biting curse, and the blood was drained, but he could still return to the body. Even the gods of the Ming tribe were shocked, and the idea of ​​studying Zhang Ruochen's physique was born, which might be able to crack the secret of the blood-biting curse.

"Bold, this emperor is here, where are the monsters and ghosts still not coming out to lead the death?"

Xiao Hei flew over the Yin boat, released her mind, and probed in all directions.

The beautiful shadow of Gu Shehuanhuan appeared in the stern of the shadow ship, the magic light in the double pupils turned into a visible beam of light, peering into the boundless waters.

Suddenly.

She saw that in an extremely distant place, there appeared a thunderbolt mountain in the shape of a human head.

The thunderbolt mountain floated on the water, and the thunderbolt light shuttle burst out, spread for thousands of miles, and impacted on the shade boat. However, the shadow ship defense is strong and unaffected.

"The emperor saw you!"

A long slender hand was stretched out in the long sleeves of the little black robe, and he pointed out.

A bright sacred fire finger flew from its fingertips.

Shenhuozhi contains an unparalleled breath of destruction, illuminating the water surface, turning the night into daylight, and the temperature is higher than a star near the ground.

"Oh!"

The one hundred and eight stone swords flew out of the distant Thunder Mountain, crushing the magic fire.

One of the swords, from top to bottom, chopped towards the little black suspended in midair.

"Boom!"

Xiaohei held up the 28-star constellation of Migaki to resist, and the formation was transformed into a sky full of stars.

However, only for a moment, the sky and the stars were split by the stone sword. Little Black fell heavily, and the cloak above his head shattered, revealing a round, furry cat head.

The stone sword was split on the left shoulder of Xiaohei, and was embedded half a foot deep.

On the sword body, weird lines emerged, transformed into magic energy, and invaded the little black **** body.

All the sober monks on board were horrified.

The little black cat's head is indeed very eye-catching, with a triangular mouth, long whiskers, and soft ears, which instantly destroys its usual cold appearance.

However, no monk at this moment cares whether it has a human head or a cat head, all of which are frightened by the peerless enemies hidden in the dark.

terrible!

Xiao Hei's cultivation is not weak.

Twenty-eight stars of Migaki's defensive power is the level of the **** array.

However, he couldn't even stop the opponent's sword!

But now, it is 108 swords flying.

"God King Rune!"

Wen Chu took out a white rune, held it up, and beat him out.

On Fulu, after another powerful inscription of Fudao emerged, it turned into an overwhelming rune, wrapped the vagina, and resisted the attack of 107 stone swords~lightnovelpub.net~ This **** When Wang Fu was leaving, Wu Qingzong handed over to Wen Chu.

The stone sword split into Xiaohei body, trembling violently.

Little black's arms showed dense regular patterns and flame light, grabbed the hilt, and pulled it out forcibly. However, it is difficult to suppress.

Xiao Hei held the sword in two hands, uncontrollable, and waved on the **** as if drunk.

The blood slaughter was not terrified, and fled quickly.

However, Xiao Hei always hunted him down.

"Cat God, I don't know where the blood offended you, you have to kill it all?" Blood Tu Shi exhibited everything to avoid Xiao Hei's chop.

However, there are still several times, almost cut by the waist.

The blood in Xiaohei's body flowed into the body endlessly, and his heart was extremely depressed. He shouted: "This stone sword is too strong, this emperor can't hold it down, who will take the hand? Zhang Ruochen, help this emperor's hand."

Zhang Ruochen retreated far away and dared not step forward.

What a joke, even the true **** can't suppress it, what can he do for him?

However, Zhang Ruochen saw some clues, staring closely at the magic pattern on the stone sword and feeling the familiar breath from the stone sword.

"Snapped!"

Above, the God Rune held up by Wen Chu lifted a mouthful.

Wen Chu's face changed drastically, and said: "Well! If the original **** didn't guess wrong, it must be Wentong's true presence, using the power of the Xingtiancan. Even the Divine King Rune can't stop it for long."

"Who? Wentong, is it the Great Master of Wentong?"

Blood Tu's face suddenly became like a dead man.

Can the existence of the "Great God" be confronted by several new gods who haven't even cultivated the Divine Realm world?

In front of the Great God, the lives of their holy monks are more cheap than a grass. What kind of deity disciples, what worldly myths, can blow away in a single breath.