Chapter 1789: Confidential, dead ghost ship

"The first immortal of the Central Plains martial arts: Qin fake immortal, really extraordinary."
Qin Jiaoxian saw a man walking forward with extraordinary bearing, secretly startled, as if he was a little familiar.
"you are?"
"The Son of the Sunblind Clan, Qianye Legend."
"Oh, it turns out that you are the legend of Qianye, the legend of the Sunblind tribe, the peerless master who will kill the evil spirits in the future, the legend of Qianye! Really an expert." Qin Jiaxian looked surprised and couldn't help admiring. .
"Dare not dare."
Qin Jiaoxian carefully looked at Wang Zhenfei, and suddenly said: "It doesn't look like it is three-headed and six-armed, how can you do something that a reclining Buddha can't do."
"Speaking of which, you killed the future prince and avenged the reclining Buddha. We haven't scared you yet. Scared you more."
"It's just a trivial matter. The evil spirits of extinction endanger the right way of martial arts and should be punishable." Wang Zhenfei looked modest and expressed his certain position.
Qin Jiaoxian showed admiration after hearing the result, with an appearance of admiration, and soon became brothers and sisters with Wang Zhenfei.
After a while, Wang Zhenfei asked calmly: "Qin Jiaoxian, I have often heard about the Apocalypse Gold List recently. Do you have the latest news about that man of heaven, Liuzhuyi?"
"The latest news, that bad boy makes prophecies every few days. He doesn't make it clear every time, and makes people guess. Every time, several people will die. Alas, especially my righteous master."
"Qin Jiaxian, do you know where he came from?"
"I don't know." Qin Faixian shook his head fiercely, "Every time I come, the night turns into day, Jin Guangyao is dead, it is really damn, every time I leave, after talking about those dizzying prophecies, I disappear without a shadow. Without a trace, even my mount, Emperor Peng, the beast cannot catch up."
The divine beast Emperor Peng also yelled, "Yes. That's my master, I can't catch up."
"You have a pit in your head, do you owe it again, Ah Da!!!"
Happiness!
Qin Jiaoxian gave Di Peng a fat beating.
Wang Zhenfei looked at him, feeling speechless for a while.
"Laughing, my Emperor Peng has often made the wrong tendons on his head recently, and he doesn't even listen to my master's words." Qin Jiaixian patted his head with a very distressed look.
"Qin Jiaoxian, you know everything about the past and the present, and you don't even know the origin of that and man. It's really a shame."
"I can't help it, it's not my responsibility."
Wang Zhenfei felt that there was something in Qin Jiaxian's words, and immediately asked: "Oh? Qin Jiaxian, why did you say this?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Qin Jiaoxian quickly turned off the topic, "Don't talk about it. I have the latest news, Xuehai Wuya and the Suzaku Dynasty are about to have a big battle, that long-hearted female emperor, really wants to unify Martial arts. About this. What do you think?"
Wang Zhenfei said: "The two sides should be evenly matched, no one can kill the other."
Qin Jiaoxian said: "Hey, speaking of the Suzaku dynasty, I don't know why the former Yuyang Jun hasn't appeared for a long time. Isn't it a conspiracy?"
"Are you talking about the military division of Suzaku Dynasty?"
"Yes, yes."
Wang Zhenfei secretly said in his heart: Is Jun Yuyang's death not even known? That Zhiyu Changxin seemed to have some means to hide it for so long. However, it should be impossible to hide it.
"Well. That Yuyang Jun may have been killed by someone."
"makes sense."
Qin Jiaoxian said: "Brother, since you are the son of the sun of the Sunblind tribe, are you interested in helping a group of Xuehai Wuya?"
Wang Zhenfei smiled slightly and said: "Actually. My Japanese Blind Race and Xuehai Wuya belong to an alliance. If the Suzaku Dynasty attacks Xuehai Wuya, my Japanese Blind Race will naturally go to help and jointly deal with the Suzaku Dynasty."
"Ah, it turned out to be the case. Then there is no worries if you have no end to learn." Qin Jiaoxian was relieved.
Wang Zhenfei couldn't help asking: "Qin fake fairy, why do you care so much about Xuehai Wuya?"
Qin false immortal Tao: "After all, it is the highest academic organization of Confucianism, and it is a major force in my Central Plains martial arts righteous way."
Later, the two chatted about other big and small things in the martial arts.
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Since having two death sickles, Yan Wangsuo has become more arrogant.
However, he also encountered a troublesome enemy, a haunting death ship with powerful ghosts on it, which disrupted his game.
At night, the martial arts pavilion is open.
"Ah, I escaped it last time. This time, I must be a good passenger. Come and meet me."
Yan Wangsuo is dressed in a unique black suit, which sets off his slender figure. He wields a double sickle, repeating his old skills and releasing the power of death.
Suddenly, the atmosphere of death enveloped, and the breath of death became strong, everywhere.
"Death Ship, appear!"
Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and the ground was shaking, as if something was about to rush out. I saw that a huge ship of death suddenly rushed out of the ground, attracted by the breath of the of death, and came to him.
The body of this death ship is made up of the bones of some kind of creature, and the bow is a dragon-shaped ghost head.
The first two times, the ship of death also appeared because of the feeling of death, and this time it was the same.
"It's good to come. Let's open it, the feast of death!" Yan Wangsuo smiled slyly, feeling happy, "Drink!!!"
The twin sickles danced in a whirlpool, and the Hades locked his body and rushed into the ship of death.
...
"Yan Wangsuo! The ship that appeared suddenly should be the ghost ship of death in Qin Jiaoxian's mouth." In secret, Wang Zhenfei saw everything.
After the death ghost ship appeared, it went underground again.
Seeing this, Wang Zhenfei immediately followed in and pursued the dead ghost ship.
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As soon as he entered the death ship, Yan Wangsuo felt that he had come to a special space.
"This place is the ship of death."
"Ok?"
Yan Wangsuo moved around, but no one was found.
"Weird place."
He commented with a smirk.
"this is?"
After walking for a while, he suddenly noticed that some figures appeared in front of him. The figures were illusory. Looking at it, he felt a little familiar.
"They all seem to be the ones I killed. This familiar feeling, ah. It's really nostalgic."
In the past, people who died in the game of Hades do not know where.
Suddenly, Yan Wangsuo's body froze for a while, and a figure floated over behind him. He quickly turned around, and the figure grabbed his arm.
"Caught you!" The figure bleeds from its stomata, unlike a living person.
"Ahhhh, don't come over." Yan Wangsuo quickly backed away, with a scared expression on his face. Simply vivid.
"do not go!"
The figure pressed tightly, and the hand continued to grab it.
Suddenly, a cold blade of light flashed, and the figure that was caught was instantly cut into pieces and disappeared without a shadow.
"Is it fun? Hehehe." Yan Wangsuo smiled weirdly. "Playing with you for a while is the honor I give you."
The next moment, I saw the surrounding scene change, changing a place.
Yan Wangsuo found himself in a secret room. The secret room was blocked by fine iron on all sides, and there was a square organ on the wall. There were dozens of iron plates in the organ with some unclear words written on it.
"It turned out to be an illusion. An interesting illusion."
"Play a game! Play this game!"
The figure that disappeared before reappeared in the secret room at this time, floating strangely, like a ghost, and disappeared again after saying a few words to Yan Wangsuo.
I don't know that he is afraid of Yan Wangsuo's knife. Still afraid of something.
Shortly after the figure left, the surrounding walls seemed to have been activated. Gradually they came up, pressing the Yan Wangsuo into meat sauce.
"Isn't this the death game I used to arrange? Hehehehe, it's fun, it's really fun." Yan Wangsuo moved his body and appeared in front of the organ, moving his hands quickly to arrange the dozens of iron medals in a certain order.
"Simple game is too pediatric. Can you make it simpler."
But within a few seconds, Yan Wangsuo arranged the correct order of the organs, but his brow furrowed and he smiled very strangely, "One more piece! Simple game, stupid trick, hey, you still owe one piece! Get it! Come!"
"Sorry, I forgot to bring it in."
A erratic voice came, it was the voice of the figure.
"Ha ha ha ha ha, stupid gamer, the price of insulting the game, can you bear it!" Yan Wangsuo laughed strangely, waving the wheel of the years, the sword vigorously, the surrounding scene suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the sound disappeared completely. .
The secret room of the agency is broken, but it is not over yet.
In the dark, murderous intent is hidden.
Before and after, two people appeared on both sides of Yan Wangsuo. One was a female Buddhist practitioner. The Buddhist clothing covered the beautiful face, holding a sharp sword, and the other was a cold sword, showing murderous intent. Both of them were deeply introverted and formed an encircling battle against Yan Wangsuo.
"What is it now!!" Yan Wang suo was impatient.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Buddhism cultivators and ruthless swordsmen raised their swords to kill Yama Wangsuo at the same time, two bread clips, and the sword light flew.
Yan Wangsuo let out a cold snort, danced the wheel of the years, and the of death stunned the two powerful enemies.
"Is this another illusion?"
The stern sword light and the piercing face in the wind made Yan Wangsuo wonder if it was true.
The sword light flew, round after round, connecting the battle, and the pressure came, and Yan Wangsuo felt a deadly murderous opportunity.
"It's really a troublesome game." Yan Wang Suo felt impatient, and snorted softly, "Eh!"
"Death! God! Order!"
Yan Wangsuo got up and flew into the air, the wheels of the year circled and flew.
The mysterious death reappeared, and a force belonging to the of death burst out, causing Yan Wangsuo to exude a terrifying power.
Below, the Buddhist practitioners and the ruthless sword practitioners also performed their stunts at the same time.
"One night spring breeze Lingboying, the sword pulls the plum blossoms without thanks."
"Hankuan Xueyong started to see the ice soul on the white veil."
A wave of ice and snow radiated from the two bodies and merged into one.
"Xueyong Bingmei!"
"Xueyong Bingmei!"
The two of them soared into the sky, the two forces were completely united, and sprinted towards Yan Wangsuo, trying to get rid of his deadly style.
"Kill!!!!!!"
In the midair, Yan Wangsuo broke through the limit of the human body, the strange blade light flickered, breaking the two's stunts, the power of death was unstoppable, and then he even cut the two bodies to pieces.
"It's all fakes! Damn it!!"
Seeing the two being killed, Yan Wangsuo couldn't help showing an angry expression on his face, and his eyes were very bad.
"This is another illusion!"
Yan Wangsuo fell.
Suddenly, Yan Wangsuo felt that his power seemed to have lost his support, and his involuntary body fell quickly, beyond his control.
"Ahhhhh..."
The force of the fall was like a suction force, which made Yan Wangsuo feel like he was about to fall into the abyss, endless and boundless, and a dangerous feeling rose in his heart.
There is a mist around me, I can't see where it is, I don't know where the end is.
Head, feet, and feet are not touching the ground, and the body keeps spinning during the fall, it is difficult to borrow force.
"Oh yah yah yah!!!!!! It's really annoying to arrange such a mechanism! Hey!" The angry Yan Wangsuo waved the wheel of the years, waved the power of death, and cut forward.
The mist in front was cut open immediately, revealing another scene, and the misty space was immediately shattered like a piece of cloth.
The surrounding scene changed again, the sky was light and the clouds were clear, and it was no longer dark.
"Where is this?"
Yan Wangsuo looked around and suddenly felt very familiar.
This is a desert-like scene, with wind and sand blowing everywhere, making it extremely desolate.
"Here is the holy spring in dry land!"
The sacred spring of the dry land, Yan Wangsuo had been here before, and had seen the ability to eliminate the power of death, and finally he had to leave.
Obviously on the death ship, how could it appear in the holy spring of the dry land!
Thinking of this, Yan Wangsuo felt unusually annoyed, "It's an illusion again! It's an illusion again! Hey, Captain! Can I change and change, change, and change like this?!!!!!! Ahhh!"
Boom boom!
Boom boom!
Suddenly, the earth quaked and the dust flew up. Among the dust behind Yan Wangsuo, there was a half of the sand statue buried in the sand. The sand fragments of the sand statue were peeled, revealing the figure with the body wrapped in strips of cloth.
As soon as this figure appeared, a stronger dust was rolled up around him, and he attacked Yan Wangsuo.
"Oh, it turned out to be true."
In an instant, Yan Wangsuo noticed the real power ~EbookFREE.me~ and quickly retreated, but the dust came too fast and too quickly, and he was drowned in the dust all of a sudden.
"Yah yah ah..."
Yan Wangsuo was drowned in the sand, and a large amount of earth energy poured into his body. The body that could have been virtualized at any time was immediately restricted, and at this moment, he appeared without reservation.
I don't know how long has passed.
Boom boom boom!
Under the sand and dust, a black figure suddenly rushed out.
"hateful!!!!!!!"
Yan Wangsuo looked down, the sand statue was covered with dust again, and his calm was restored. After thinking about it, he turned into a bright light and left the dry land holy spring.
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At this time, Wang Zhenfei also entered the ghost ship of death, but no one noticed his arrival. His willpower shielded the detection of other forces and easily destroyed all illusions. (To be continued...)