Behind the darkness of nothingness that cannot be seen, there are huge ships, slowly sailing towards the darkness of nothingness.
The whole body of the ship is ink, with mysterious runes emerging one after another.
These runes emit mysterious light, which seems to break through the darkness of nothingness, allowing the building ship to sail into the darkness of nothingness. However, it seems that the devouring power of darkness and nothingness is too terrifying, and the mysterious light emitted by the runes may not necessarily be able to
Protect the ship...
Some buildings and ships were swallowed up by the darkness of nothingness, with only half of them left, or only half of them left.
Or it could simply be swallowed whole.
There were ten ships in total, and tens of thousands of armored merchants. But as soon as they sailed into the darkness of nothingness, one-fifth of them were swallowed up.
This shocked many merchants.
"Alas, great ancestor! You have the order of Sihu."
"Shen Xi Wujiang, Ji Ersuo."
On the deck of each building ship, there is a group of shamans in strange costumes, performing strange and weird witch dances, as if praying to the emperor for protection.
Wisps of magical power permeated the deck, with a hint of splendor in the strangeness.
It seems to really protect the ship.
The third building is on board.
At the very front of the deck, stood a young man with a pale face and a thin body.
At this time, he was looking ahead, but the darkness blocked his sight, making him unable to see anything...
"Third Prince."
An armored general who was as tall as an iron tower and exuded a strong and fierce aura came over and bowed respectfully: "The flying clouds are gone, only half of the sea is left, and the giant eagle is also damaged..."
"Ahem——"
The pale young man coughed suddenly and doubled over, looking a little in pain.
"Third Prince."
The armored general suddenly stood up and wanted to help the pale young man. But at this time, the pale young man waved his right hand, and his cough was relieved, and said: "I'm fine, don't worry."
When the armored general heard this, he bowed to the pale young man and then retreated.
"Mr. Wu."
After a moment, the pale young man called out.
A black shadow slowly appeared behind him, and then turned into a figure wearing a strange black robe. He bowed slightly and said, "I am here."
"Tell me, why is this happening?"
asked the pale young man.
The black robe pondered for a moment and said: "My lord, this is a last resort. But please rest assured, Third Prince, we will definitely be able to return to Shang Tianxia safely..."
"The result of the old witch's divination, I'm afraid that the only thing left is this building ship under my feet, right?"
The pale young man said calmly.
"The result of divination is indeed like this, but it has to be like this."
The black robe nodded.
The pale young man sighed and said: "It's a pity that the overpass didn't appear, otherwise we wouldn't have lost ten large ships. These are all elite soldiers of Dayi merchants."
"With every gain there must be a loss."
Black Robe said.
"Mr. Wu, the emperor is really..."
The pale young man stopped talking, pondered for a moment and then said: "I wonder what happened to our Shang Tianxia, I'm afraid it no longer exists? At this time, it should be the Zhou Dynasty, right? The king of men and the saints rule the world together, and this world will be like this again
How about this look?"
"Third Prince, there is no need to worry."
At this time, Hei Pao smiled and seemed to be looking up at Hei Yu, saying: "The human king has long since disappeared, and the saints have also gone into hiding one by one. In this world, without the human king and the saints, there is nothing to fear...
"
"So good."
The pale young man nodded.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few days, maybe a few months.
A tattered, black-colored ship finally sailed out of the darkness at the end of the agricultural country, and then crashed onto the ice field with a "boom".
The ship can no longer move.
At this time, soldiers, witches, ghosts, etc. in different costumes flew down from the ink-colored ships. They all wore ferocious bronze ghost masks on their faces, and their whole bodies were filled with a strange and cold aura...
…
Burial Mountain Academy.
How many days have passed?
The destiny above Feng Sheng's head is still falling continuously, but at an alarmingly slow speed.
Those who do good things have carefully counted them.
When destiny is at its slowest, there are only ten rays left in a day...
But destiny is constant.
Feng Qingyan was speechless when he saw the speed of Tianyun's fall, and finally ignored it. But in the past few days, he suddenly entered the Wenxiang realm, as if it came naturally without any difficulty.
At this time, in his palace, the majestic literary energy was like a river...
The students or teachers in the academy were not very surprised when Feng Qingyan entered the realm of literature and art. At most, they were just a few words of admiration.
After staying in the academy for a few more days, he rushed to Qingshan City God's Mansion.
Two days later.
He came to Qingshan realm.
He walked around casually and walked into the Chenghuang Mansion.
Strangely enough, although he is no longer the City God, he can still come and go freely, and even everything in the City God's Mansion is under his control.
This surprised him quite a bit.
"Brother Feng."
In the back hall of the City God's Mansion, Mr. Baiyi opened his eyes and nodded as a salute.
"How is the integration going with Brother Bai Yi?" Feng Qingyan asked.
"Soon."
The Lord in White said.
At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't say anything. The ghost gate appeared behind him and said: "The Blood Queen, the mountain ghost, the god of disgust, the gate taboo, open the ghost gate."
"promise."
The four taboos respectfully bow down.
porphyrin——
At this time, the ghost door slowly opened, and the strong underworld energy poured out crazily, as if there was an ocean of underworld energy behind it.
In just a few breaths, strong underworld energy filled the world.
"Brother Feng, where is behind the ghost gate?"
Bai Yijun asked.
"Netherworld."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
"Netherworld? Is it the netherworld under the Underworld Ghost, or another netherworld?" Bai Yijun frowned and said, "This underworld energy is too pure, I'm afraid it's not the underworld under the Underworld Ghost. But, if it's not the underworld under the Underworld Ghost,
Where is the underworld again?”
"Who knows?"
Feng Qingyan shook his head.
At first he thought it was the netherworld under the Underworld Ghost, then he thought it was the netherworld in his previous life, but now he didn’t think so. He looked at Lord Baiyi, thought for a moment and said, "How about Brother Baiyi go in and take a look?"
"I think so too."
Mr. Baiyi nodded and walked towards the ghost gate.
"Perhaps we can wait a little longer." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment. After all, Bai Yijun has not yet merged with the Golden Body of the City God and has not truly become Yama.
When Lord Baiyi becomes Yama, it will not be too late to leave and he will have enough strength.
According to his speculation.
Yama is at least a saint-level existence, or even a mid-level saint...
At this time, Mr. Baiyi had already stepped onto the stone platform of the Ghost Gate, stood in front of the stone gate that could already accommodate one person, and carefully examined the back of the Ghost Gate.
"What can you see?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
Bai Yijun shook his head, pondered for a moment and walked in.
At this time, Feng Qingyan frowned. He just had the idea of walking in, but Bai Yijun walked in.
The gentleman in white is indeed him.
"Brother in white, where is behind the door?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
But Mr. Baiyi didn't respond, as if he had disappeared.