Yan Jiu, the spirit-bone old monster and others turned the black boat inside out, but found no trace of the two men.
"What should I do now? Brother Yan, you need to come up with an idea!"
In the upper hall of the black ship, the old spirit-bone monster's bones were rattling restlessly, and he secretly urged the middle-aged Yin Vulture with words.
Yan Jiu saw that other colleagues remained silent, his face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "I will report this matter to Master, so you can take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he stood up with a slap on the table, and black light exploded around him, instantly turning into a black rainbow light and swept out of the hall.
"Humph, if I didn't have a good master! How could this officer be so arrogant in front of us!"
"Jie Jie, Yan Jiu will eventually end up with the same tragic end as the previous ones. If you don't believe it, let's wait and see! Spiritual bones, you think so!"
"Bah, you idiot who speaks without restraint, do you want to die? How dare you make up random things about Uncle Yama! Be careful not to be thrown into the Hell of Yama and suffer thousands of years of torture."
"...Brother Bone, don't scare ghosts, I didn't say anything just now!"
Just when the demon was trembling with fear at the words of the spirit bone, Yan Jiu also tremblingly came to the top of the black ship.
Here is a hundred-foot circular square. The ground, dome and surrounding walls are all paved with extremely rare black gold. The surface is as smooth as a mirror and shines with a faint black light.
In the deepest part of the square stood a three-foot-tall dark portal, and a strange and mysterious vortex was slowly spinning in the center of the portal.
At first glance, the strange whirlpool seems to contain an indescribable attraction. As soon as you see it, you will have an uncontrollable urge to join the whirlpool.
Yan Jiu guarded his mind and hurried to the door, not daring to raise his head to look at the strange whirlpool.
There was sweat on his forehead, and he hesitated for a long time before sending a ray of consciousness towards the whirlpool tremblingly.
After waiting for a long time, Yan Jiu didn't even dare to take a breath, and his heart became more and more frightened.
Sudden,
The strange vortex in the center of the portal shook slightly, and layers of black light poured out from the depths of the vortex like a tidal wave. A majestic and vast pressure also followed, filling the square mightily.
When Yan Jiu saw this scene, he immediately bowed his head and knelt down, and shouted piously and respectfully: "Disciple, welcome the master out of seclusion!"
Snap!
A green boot inlaid with a thousand-year evil-exorcizing jade suddenly appeared in Yan Jiu's sight, and at the same time, an indifferent and ruthless voice came from top to bottom and reached his ears:
"Xiao Jiu, I am in seclusion to meditate on a great magical power, but you disturbed my mind at the critical moment! You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!"
Yan Jiu was shocked after hearing this, but knowing his master's cold nature, he never dared to hide anything or make any modifications. He could only honestly tell the cause and effect in detail.
"waste!"
Although there were only two words of "soft", to Yan Jiu's ears, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which shattered his heart and chilled him to the bone!
"Master, spare my life...ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly penetrated from above his head.
In an instant, Yan Jiu's face was extremely distorted, he was rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, and his body was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye, he suddenly became skinny and skinny, looking like a living skeleton, which was weird and terrifying.
With a squeaking sound, the bloody demonic figure suddenly flew out from Yan Jiulun Gate, slipped into the palm of a hand as white as jade, and disappeared.
Contrary to the imagination of the world, the ancestor of Yama Mo is not a terrifying figure who looks gloomy all day long, with a pale and ferocious face that looks like an evil ghost.
The fact is exactly the opposite. Ancestor Yama was born with a good skin, his facial features are as handsome as a demon, his figure is tall and tall, his temperament is elegant and easy-going, and he is as gentle as jade.
If you don't know the true identity of Patriarch Yan Mo, when people meet him, their first impression is that he is a handsome scholar who is well-read in poetry and has a graceful demeanor.
However, the methods of the ancestor of Yama are so cruel and cruel that even the evil heretics are afraid of him.
As soon as Yan Jiu regained consciousness from the severe pain, he immediately rolled over and lay on the ground subconsciously, shouting with tears in his eyes: "My disciple, thank you Master for not killing me!"
"You'll need some snacks when doing errands in the future! Don't be like those idiots in front of me who always disturb my practice!"
Although the voice of Ancestor Yan Mo was indifferent and ruthless, in Yan Jiu's ears it was like the sound of a fairy, which was extremely beautiful.
"Disciple, I will try my best from now on and never make any mistakes again." He kowtowed repeatedly as if he had been pardoned.
Ancestor Yan Mo didn't care at all about his disciple's loyal performance.
He raised his head and looked around, his dark, iron eyes suddenly glowed with a faint green light.
In an instant, a huge and powerful storm of spiritual thoughts suddenly erupted from the center of his eyebrows, sweeping in all directions in an instant.
In just one breath, the entire spaceship was enveloped by divine thoughts, and all the creatures on board were under the control of Ancestor Yama.
But... Ancestor Yan Mo frowned slightly and murmured to himself: "Yan Mo is here. I wonder which fellow Taoist is boarding our ship? Please show up to see him."
This sound spreads mightily with the storm of spiritual thoughts at an extremely high spiritual level. If you have not reached the Nascent Soul realm, you will not be able to detect any abnormalities at all.
"not good"
In a secret warehouse on the lower level of the black ship, the abandoned disciple Han Mu's face suddenly changed and he snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
Suddenly, the shadow behind him flew up from the floor like a living creature, swallowing its owner in one bite.
The next moment, the shadow rushed out and merged into the surrounding darkness.
At the same time, Zhao Sheng was meditating in a cabin when a spiritual storm as majestic as the sea roared past, but he was not aware of anything strange here.
The spiritual sound transmission of the ancestor of Yama Mo was also transmitted into his mind. Zhao Sheng just moved his mind slightly and blocked the noise and ignored it.
The time has not come yet, now is not the time to meet with the ancestor of Yama Mo!
After getting no response for a long time, Ancestor Yan Mo successively used a variety of secret methods to trace the traces, but found nothing.
After drinking some tea, Ancestor Yan Mo frowned even more tightly and slowly gave up on the futile search.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The fact that those two mysterious people escaped his search just shows that they are very extraordinary, at least they are fellow Nascent Soul realm.
Ancestor Yan Mo then thought about it, a cold smile appeared on his face, and thought to himself: "Since you don't want to show up, let him go! As long as you are still on the ship, no matter how erratic your whereabouts are, you will not be able to change the world.
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Despite this thought, Ancestor Yan Mo's face was as dark as water, and he said indifferently: "Xiao Jiu, tell us to go down and activate the second level alert for the whole ship. If anyone discovers the traces of those two people, I will not hesitate to reward you."
"I obey, Master!" Yan Jiu suppressed his fear and kowtowed deeply.
When he raised his head again, he saw that the figure of Ancestor Yama was no longer there, only the strange vortex in the center of the door, emitting a faint evil spirit.
Upon seeing this, Yan Jiu quietly exited the square, and then gave an order. All members of the black ship and tens of thousands of demon slave zombies quickly took action, formed numerous patrol teams, and began to patrol and repeatedly search every room throughout the day.
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However, they could not discover the whereabouts of the two Nascent Soul Ancestors, and any move they made was destined to be in vain.
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Five years have passed in a flash.
The black ship of the Realm has flown through tens of billions of miles of void, gradually approaching its final destination: the Night Realm.
Through the narrow crystal window, one can see that deep in the deep dark void, a blue and green "world" no bigger than an eyeball comes into view, exuding vitality at all times.
In a cabin on the middle floor of the black ship, Zhao Sheng slowly woke up from the deepest darkness and murmured to himself: "One hundred and seventy-seven thousand nine hundred and thirty-five thousand and thirty-one! Alas, the mental power has improved
Too slow! How did Master Dayan calculate the infinite number to 200 million digits? Is he really gifted? Or is there another trick?"
After thinking for a long time, Zhao Sheng still felt that there must be some special secret method of calculation in Tianshu Liu, but Huang Yu did not teach it to him.
Of course, Zhao Sheng could also understand Huang Yu's approach. He himself was not a direct descendant of the core of Tianshu style, so how could Huang Yu teach the core secrets of this school to an outsider.
"Fortunately, there has been a big breakthrough in the Thousand Hearts Jue. After arriving in the Mingye Realm, we need to find a secret place as soon as possible and try to reassemble the Thousand Hearts consciousness into a hundred souls."
This thought flashed through Zhao Sheng's mind, and then an unusually powerful spiritual thought suddenly burst out from his brow, and in the blink of an eye, it spread and filled the entire black ship.
The next second, a large black light suddenly burst out from the uppermost door of the black ship.
The black light was like a tide, slamming into the surrounding golden walls and reflected back, turning into dense black clouds, and the evil energy rushed towards the bullfighting.
As the evil clouds filled the air, the ancestor of Yama appeared silently, with a solemn and awe-inspiring look on his face.
"I don't know which fellow Taoist is visiting. Yan Mo is very happy and asks fellow Taoist to come and see him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng walked into the square with a calm expression and looked at the ancestor of Yama calmly.
Seeing this situation, the ancestor of Yama Mo became even more cautious and did not dare to underestimate the other party.
Because the tyrannical spiritual thoughts emanating from this stranger were no less than his own, he must be another late Nascent Soul comrade.
Ancestor Yan Mo was frightened and felt very strange.
He has traveled across two realms for thousands of years and has some understanding of most of his Yuanying colleagues, especially those in the late Yuanying stage who are at the same level as him. Even if he has never met them, he still knows them very well.
However, he had never seen the person in front of him, and he knew nothing about him. After repeated searches of all the great monks in the late Yuan Ying stage who knew about him, no one could correctly identify him.
Ancestor Yan Mo's thoughts were racing, but a kind smile appeared on his face, and he said warmly: "Fellow Taoist looks a bit unfamiliar, don't you know your surname?"
"Haha, I'm rude, Taoist friend Yan Mo, don't blame me. I'm a Sanren from Tianqiong, from the Mingye Realm, because I haven't traveled between the two realms for a long time. It's natural that I don't know you, Taoist friend."
Zhao Sheng took another two steps closer and stood still when he was only three feet away from Ancestor Yan Mo. He seemed to have no fear.
Ancestor Yan Mo looked slightly surprised, and after thinking about it in his mind, he couldn't remember which master Tianqiong Sanren was?
Zhao Sheng observed the words and expressions, and then explained: "Friend Yan Mo, don't bother to remember. I can barely be regarded as an ascetic monk. In his early years, he devoted himself to cultivation and rarely appeared in the underworld.
After becoming a baby, he followed his colleagues to explore the Shenxu. After that, his colleagues died unexpectedly one after another, and I was lost in the Shenxu for nearly eight hundred years. Later, I was lucky enough to escape, and by chance, I went to the Netherworld to heal my wounds.
The reason why I avoided seeing you before was because my injury has not healed and it is inconvenient to show up. Fellow Taoist, please don't worry too much!"
After hearing this, Patriarch Yan Mo felt dubious, but without delaying his sincere smile, he said: "But I didn't expect that the experience of fellow Taoist Tianqiong was so twists and turns. Not only did fellow Taoist survive being trapped in the ruins of the gods, but his cultivation was so advanced.
.I am deeply impressed!”
"I am very curious about fellow Taoist Taoist's experiences over the years. If fellow Taoist Tianqiong has time, you might as well come to Yangxin Hall with me to talk about it, please!"
"Considering what you want, I dare not ask you to listen!" Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered, he nodded slightly and said with a smile.
Half an hour later, in a hall with fairy air fluttering, thousands of graceful phantoms changing endlessly in mid-air, and a strange atmosphere, Zhao Sheng and Yan Mo Ancestor each sat cross-legged on a spiritual cloud, with a cloud case in front of them.
It is filled with many delicacies and delicacies.
"...It turns out that Brother Tianqiong is actually from the Nine Demons Continent. What a coincidence. I was also born in the Nine Demons Continent, and my clan is the Corpse Mushroom clan."
"Brother Yan Mo Dao is really honest. You must know that the reputation of the Corpse Mushroom Clan has always been bad in the Nine Demon Continent. Moreover, they have formed too many grudges with the human race."
"Haha! When we reach a position like ours, we can only pursue the Tao wholeheartedly. How can the hatred between races affect our aspirations." This is what the ancestor of Yama Mo said, and he also thought in his heart.
In fact, his remarks were very popular among the great monks in the late Nascent Soul period, and can be regarded as a kind of public opinion.
You must know that every late-stage Nascent Soul, whether they are top masters who have just passed the seventh level threshold or have half-stepped into the realm of divine transformation.
As long as the spirit transformation is not released, the great monks in the later stage of Nascent Soul can be regarded as the overlord of one party.
At this point, the great monks have downplayed the concept of race, and only have a firm Taoist heart in their hearts to sprint towards the extreme pass of the gods.
"Friend Yan Mo is right, but I have a narrow-minded view." Although Zhao Sheng disagrees with the other party's statement, he will not deliberately deny it.
Speaking of which, Zhao Sheng intends to make friends with this person. This is because as the master of the Black Ship, Patriarch Yan Mo not only has a wide circle of friends and is well-informed, but also must have a profound financial background.
Zhao Sheng had just arrived and had few information channels. How could he miss the opportunity to make acquaintance with this person?
After a chat about Dharma, Zhao Sheng started to talk eloquently, and every word he said was often sobering.
After doing this several times, Ancestor Yan Mo has gained a lot, and now he does not dare to underestimate the other party. He has already regarded Zhao Sheng as a top comrade with profound Taoism, and has no doubt that the other party's true cultivation level is only at the third level of Nascent Soul.
At this time, after Zhao Sheng finished speaking about his understanding of the way of luck, he suddenly sighed for no reason, and then stopped talking.
Ancestor Yan Mo was really curious and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Tianqiong said it well, why do you sigh for no reason?"
Zhao Sheng straightened his face and asked seriously: "This position is in the void outside the territory and is not under the supervision of the two realms of heaven. I take the liberty to ask fellow Taoist Yan Mo, do you still have extravagant hopes for the realm of divine transformation? When you think of those who have become
Senior Blood God Son, I can’t help but feel a little desperate."
As soon as these words came out, Ancestor Yan Mo's expression suddenly changed.