The dark, cold, vast water surface is endless void.

Downward are the corpses of the river.

The miserable green ghost fire, like a cloud, floating on the water-surface corpse mountains, burning forever.

"Crash!"

The water surface was broken.

A black shady ship sailed past the 1,000-meter-high corpse mountain. The hull was flat and long, like a square iron coffin. The one exposed to the water was more than 200 meters high.

In the black formation light curtain layer of the Yin Ship, Zhang Ruochen stood at the bow of the ship with his hands on his back, staring at the front of him.

This ferry was borrowed by Wen Chu from a great god in the Impermanent Ghost City with the connection of Yan of the Dark Abyss. The one who drove the boat was a supreme saint named Nu Lan, who was the most famous figure in the Impermanent Ghost City in the secular world.

Cross the river tonight and walk through the space wormhole of the Impermanent Ghost City. As early as tomorrow morning, you can reach the Abyss of Darkness.

Xue Tu stood beside Zhang Ruochen, and his excitement was hard to calm down. He said, "Senior brother is worthy of being a worldly myth. He actually made the Yama clan pay so much attention to it and sent the true god to come to pick him up. Even if I, Xue Tu, have never received such treatment, even if I am a disciple of the God Lord."

The moment he saw Wen Chu, Xue Tu admired Zhang Ruochen to an unparalleled level.

How did the Yama clan attach so much importance to a holy cultivator?

This further shows that going to the Abyss of Darkness is a big deal.

Only by doing big things can you have great opportunities.

Zhang Ruochen is willing to bring him with him, which is enough to show that this senior brother is deeply in love with him and truly regards him as his own person.

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

"Okay, go now."

Xue Tu turned around and happened to see the figure of the goddess Prajna walking towards him. Suddenly, his body tightened with blood and flesh, lowered his head, and quickly walked along the edge of the Yin Ship.

Seeing that the goddess of Prajna was not angry, did not call him, nor even looked at him.

Xue Tu was very surprised and couldn't help but secretly guess, was the things he said during the day that were real?

I dare not think too much, I dare not speak too much.

After all, the Goddess of Prajna has become a god after breaking the realm, and his blood slaughter has not yet overcome the divine tribulation. The gap in cultivation is right in front of you, so you can't admit defeat.

"I use the way of fate to calculate that tonight, I will choose the three-li, which is a sign of great danger."

The sound of Prajna came from behind.

After all, Zhang Ruochen could not stop Prajna and Xiao Hei. They boarded the Yin Ship together, and at the same time they knew that the destination of his trip was the Abyss of Darkness.

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I have calculated that there is no good luck tonight. It seems that the wind has leaked out, but I don't know where the danger comes from? Is it time for us to retreat to the Seven Injustice Holy City now?"

Although Zhang Ruochen has the intention of Wuji, he is still much worse than Prajna, a god who is proficient in calculations.

Prajna shook his head gently, his eyes were cold, and he said, "There are four true gods on this Yin ship. No matter how dangerous it is, you can make a breakthrough. Retreat, just avoid the wind and waves for a while, and the wind and waves are still there and will not disappear because of you. Only by moving forward can you ride the wind and waves."

A strange color flashed in Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

There is no trace of weakness in Prajna tonight. That fearless demeanor is enough to make the cultivators in the world feel broken.

Footsteps sounded.

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

Also walking with him was Nu Lan.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The monks on this Yin Ship are unreliable."

I was moved by Chu.

Nolan is the supreme saint and the Nine Tribulations Ghost Emperor, and said coldly: "What does Mr. Ruochen mean? Do you suspect that the monks under this emperor have different intentions?"

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

"Each of them is loyal to this emperor."

Nu Lan was very dissatisfied and bowed to the two gods, Prajna and Wen Chu, saying, "Don't worry, two true gods, Nu Lan can guarantee that no monks on the ship will leak their secrets. If any accident occurs, Nu Lan will naturally have no face to face the true god and will burn himself to the three ways of the river."

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

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's face suddenly turned pale, his skin quickly shriveled, and his body sunk inward.

"It's the power of the curse, the blood-devouring curse!"

Wen Chu roared angrily, without thinking, and immediately burst into his body with a vast aura, wrapping Zhang Ruochen, trying to block the mysterious and strange curse power.

However, the Blood-Devouring Curse is too powerful, and even the divine patterns and formations of the Yin Ship can't stop it.

Wen Chu wanted to protect Zhang Ruochen, but found that in an instant, Zhang Ruochen was already thin and had a large amount of blood in his body, as if he was about to turn into a charred mummy.

Prajna is a step ahead of Wen Chu and supports the door to the true self.

Nu Lan, who didn't know what happened, was shocked by the divine power burst out from Wen Chu and Prajna, and fell to the corner of the Yin ship and could not stand up.

"roar!"

The golden divine light surged on Zhang Ruochen's body.

A shocking tiger roar erupted from his body, scattering the invisible curse power coming from unknown directions.

Even true gods like Prajna and Wen Chu, when they heard the roar of tigers, their souls were trembling, and their eyes were slightly dark.

Nu Lan, who was lying on the ground in the distance, fainted and bleeding from her seven orifices.

The Nine Tribulation Ghost Emperor could not bear the roar of the white tiger buried in the golden roar.

"Crazy!"

In the air, blood lines that were thinner than hair appeared, intertwined into a net and flowed towards Zhang Ruochen's body.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen's shriveled and thin body recovered like a bloated balloon, and his skin was shining with radiance of radiance and the power of the curse was swept away.

Afar.

Amid the darkness and nothingness, a surprising murmur sounded: "How is it possible? How can the blood of a monk who has been hit by the Blood-Devouring Curse return to his body? This is absolutely impossible!"

The Blood-Devouring Curse is one of the six most terrifying curses of the Nether Clan, and can silently take away the blood from the living beings.

The strangest thing is that even the monks who cast the spells did not know where the blood had been lost.

Zhang Ruochen was hit by the Blood-Devouring Curse, and his blood was lost, but he could still return to his body. Even the gods of the Nether Clan were shocked and had the idea of ​​studying Zhang Ruochen's physique, which might be able to break the secret of the Blood-Devouring Curse.

"Bold, I am here, where is the demon and ghost who have not come out to kill him?"

Xiao Hei flew over the Yin Ship, released his divine thoughts, and explored all directions.

The beautiful figure of Gushuan Huan appeared at the stern of the Yin Ship. The magic light in her pupils turned into visible pillars of light, peeking into the boundless waters.

Suddenly.

She saw a mountain of lightning in the shape of a human head in an extremely distant place.

The lightning mountain floated on the water surface, and the lightning shuttles that erupted out spread thousands of miles and hit the Yin ship. However, the Yin ship was strong in defense and was not affected.

"I have seen you!"

In Xiao Hei's long sleeves, a slender hand stretched out and pointed out with a bent finger.

A bright divine fire finger power flew out from its fingertips.

The Divine Fire Finger Power contains an unparalleled aura of destruction, illuminating the water surface and turning the night into daylight. The temperature is higher than that of a star near the ground.

"Swish!"

One hundred and eight stone swords flew out from the thunder and lightning mountain in the distance, shattering the Divine Fire Finger Power.

One of the swords slashed from top to bottom towards Xiao Hei who was floating in the air.

"Boom!"

Xiao Hei supported the three walls and twenty-eight star formations to resist, and the formation turned into stars in the sky, and the inscriptions of the god-level formations were intertwined.

However, for only a moment of support, the stars in the sky were split open by the stone sword. Xiao Hei fell heavily, and the cloak above his head was broken, revealing a round and furry cat head.

The stone sword slashed on Xiao Hei's left shoulder and inlaid it half a foot deep.

On the sword body, strange patterns appeared, transformed into demonic energy, invading Xiao Hei's divine body.

All the sober monks on the boat were shocked.

Xiao Hei's cat head is indeed eye-catching. His triangular mouth, long cat whiskers, and soft ears instantly destroy his usual cold appearance.

However, no monk cares whether it has a human head or a cat head, both of which are shocked by peerless enemies hidden in the dark.

Too scary!

Xiao Hei's cultivation is very strong.

The defense power of the Twenty-Eight Star Array of the Three Walls is at the level of the Divine Array.

But, he couldn't even block the opponent's sword!

But now, one hundred and eight swords are flying in.

"Divine King Talisman!"
To be continued...