"Cuiyu", "Xiangzai", "Lingzhi", "Huaiwei", and Yinjiang all sank slowly in the turbid river water, with their eyes closed tightly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A streak of blood-red sword energy swept out, and wherever it passed, all the ghosts fell down one after another, like harvested wheat, turning into powder and scattering on the river.
Seeing Zhan Wuji wake up and only use two swords, "Mo Gui" was not too surprised.
Having survived eighty-one heavenly tribulations, coupled with the name of an immortal, his power is naturally extremely powerful!
"Are you OK?"
Zhan Wuji said calmly: "I'm just testing a magical power, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Then I'll trouble you."
"Let me handle the rest."
"Mo Gui" nodded. With her current cultivation level, facing so many ghosts, the immortal energy in her body would be depleted a lot.
Now that Zhan Wuji is awake, she must take this opportunity to maintain her immortal power at its best.
So, she immediately entered her room, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to practice.
"The ship has stopped!" At this moment, the voice of "disaster" became solemn.
Zhan Wuji hurriedly asked: "What happened?"
"I don't know." "Misfortune" shook his head.
"This is the Yellow Spring."
"no!"
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji frowned slightly. This scene was related to the word "curse" back then.
What happens in this world, behind these three doors?
In the past, he relied on this ship to walk from one inn to another. Every time he boarded a ship, there would be a weak light.
Now it seems that this is a way for the "curse" to simulate the hell of the past and prepare for the dead.
The flame in the lantern is the flame in their bodies.
However, in this tomb, "disaster" and "curse" are also taboo.
Nowadays, I can’t even deal with “disasters”, let alone “curses”!
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhan Wuji's heart moved, and he immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the ship.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared on the bow of the ship.
This man was wearing a large bamboo hat. Under the bamboo hat, his entire face was shrouded in shadow. He was wearing a raincoat, which covered his entire person.
A hand hidden in a wide sleeve held a white wooden oar. He tilted his head, stared at the three people and the demon with his green eyes, and said hoarsely: "Where are you going?
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji did not answer immediately. After completing the control of the system, his body also turned, like his head, facing the light spot.
The black shadow stood in front of him, giving people the impression of a sailor on a ship.
It was as if he was in this ship from beginning to end.
"Lao Jie, what do you say?" Zhan Wuji quickly sent a message.
"I don't know." "Misfortune" looked at the people on the boat and said with some confusion.
"Just wait and see what happens."
Zhan Wuji nodded slightly and said nothing more.
The boat suddenly became quiet, and the turbid river water rolled and made a gurgling sound, which was a bit cold.
On the water, the mist rolls, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, like a light veil.
The sailor didn't speak, and still looked at Zhan Wuji, as if waiting for the answers of the three people and the ghost.
The boat swayed slightly on the sea, making ripples in circles.
The river was rippling and the current was fast, but the ship just stayed in place, showing no signs of moving.
The two of them were facing each other like this. For half a stick of incense, the situation was calm and nothing happened.
At this moment, the voice of "woe" sounded: "That ship has been parked in place."
"His mission is to control this ship."
"If he doesn't respond, we'll be safe, but we'll be imprisoned on the road to hell forever."
"You have to tell me how we get out."
“If you go any further, it’s going to be hell.”
"Hell is ahead."
Zhan Wuji looked indifferent. This time, his purpose in coming to the Nether World was to find the "Kong Meng" elder.
At this moment, "Kong Meng" was still far behind him.
In this situation, the only option is to go deeper into the Netherworld...
After thinking this, Zhan Wuji glanced at the captain of the ship and said quickly: "Go deeper into the Netherworld."
The boatman said coldly: "Okay."
After saying that, he bent down and made a light stroke.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The turbid river water was stirred and fell from the oar, making a splash.
Suddenly, the cold air became strong and the clouds and mist shrouded.
A big ship slowly sailed back.
In the river, blurry figures were reflected.
Yiye Bianzhou, Zhan Wuji, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui" and "Huo" all stood in the deepest part of the darkness.
The deck was empty.
The cold air surged in like a tidal wave.
The strong aura of death swept across, illuminating the surrounding area in darkness.
The Yellow River is vast and flows endlessly.
The Cuiwei peaks, like stalactites, kept falling downwards. A strong pressure was like sharp blades, trying to cut the river.
A chilling air rushed towards his face, and the boat was like a fish, shuttled between the blades.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As the ship moved forward, the shadow of the mountains became smaller and smaller.
Before long, a jungle composed of water was in front of us.
If you look closely, you can see that there are hairs standing upside down.
From nowhere, pitch black darkness spread over the entire river, as thick as seaweed.
A red and white figure loomed between his hair.
Countless eyes flickered, staring at the ship.
The boatman drove the boat forward.
It was like walking into a tent.
The hair was gently swiped to both sides, revealing a passage.
But at this moment, a cold breath suddenly rose up.
A layer of dark gray frost immediately spread from the ship, covering the entire cabin in a thick layer of frost.
The black tent was covered with ice picks of different lengths.
The entire hull seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice and sank into the sea water, looking very heavy.
Just when the three people and one ghost were on guard and ready to attack, a ray of light flashed and the three people had already passed through the forest-like hair.
One dressed in red, the other in white, stopped, their eyes widened, silently watching the big ship leave.
He didn't seem to take action.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
There was deathly silence all around, with only the occasional sound of running water, which was frightening.
Soon, a huge skeleton appeared in the mist.
Those white bones were huge, extending out from the depths of the ground.
It's like a rolling mountain range or one small island after another.
The skeletons are so grotesque that it is difficult to tell what race they once belonged to.
The dark mist lingered around, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
A small boat floats on the sea, and a black crow is parked on each skeleton.
Their bodies were completely dark, but their eyes were filled with deathly silence, like a skeleton.
