The fourth thousand five hundred and sixty-two chapters were killed and the ship was destroyed
"If the customer can't afford it, then please take it back!"
Seeing Zhuo Wen's hesitation, the old man waved his hand, his voice cold and ruthless.
"Of course I can afford it!"
Zhuo Wen's expression returned to calm and he sneered.
The old man raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Wen with his rotten eyes in surprise.
"What? Is there a problem?" Zhuo Wen asked calmly.
“Guest, it’s refreshing!”
The old man nodded, then held the bamboo pole with both hands and began to row slowly, rowing the awning boat, gradually leaving the cliff and heading towards the depths of the Sea of Bitterness.
The sea of suffering is endless and gray and deep.
The deeper you go into the depths of the sea of suffering, the more and more creatures are drowning and struggling in the sea, and the wailing and painful sounds around you become denser, constantly filling Zhuo Wen's ears.
Crash! When the awning boat came, these creatures struggling in the sea of suffering came one after another, rushing towards the awning boat.
Just in the blink of an eye, the awning boat was surrounded by water.
"Huh! What a bunch of stubborn trash!"
The old man snorted coldly, with an expressionless face. He raised the bamboo pole with both hands and suddenly waved it around.
I saw a penetrating Yin Qi suddenly erupting, and with the awning boat as the center, the sea of suffering suddenly set off terrifying ripples.
Many creatures that were approaching the awning boat were blown backwards by this powerful shock wave.
There were even some weak creatures that could not withstand the invasion of this Yin Qi and directly collapsed into powder.
Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank, this strange old man's strength was really extraordinary.
The old man was so shocked that many surrounding creatures calmed down and no longer dared to approach the awning boat at will.
The black-topped boat sailed slowly and slowly towards the depths of the Sea of Bitterness. It looked like it was going slowly, but in fact it was going very fast.
I don't know how long the awning boat had been sailing, but Zhuo Wen found that the gray fog around him had become thicker, and his vision had become extremely blurry.
The speed of the awning boat also slowed down.
Zhuo Wen discovered that far ahead, in the hazy gray fog, a dim yellow light flickered slowly, as if guiding them there.
"Guest! The other shore is about to arrive. Follow this light and you only need to walk forward for a quarter of an hour to reach the other shore!"
The old man suddenly stopped paddling, turned around slowly, and stared at Zhuo Wen sinisterly.
"Then why don't you go there!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
"When I do business, I always collect money first and then do things! Customer, please pay me!" The old man's voice became more and more sinister.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that the old man couldn't wait to collect his soul.
"Guest! What are you still hesitating about? Why don't you give me your reward?"
The old man stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Zhuo Wen.
Only then did Zhuo Wen notice that the old man's arms did not have any flesh, but exposed bones, which looked very strange.
Whoosh! The old man's right hand reached out, making a terrifying sound of breaking wind, and appeared in front of Zhuo Wen in the blink of an eye.
His white finger bones pointed directly at Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, trying to penetrate deep into his soul and pull his soul out tightly.
Zhuo Wen looked at the old man expressionlessly, and suddenly found that his whole body had become stiff, and an extremely cold force enveloped his body.
Only then did he realize that countless dark shadows appeared on the awning boat.
These shadows were like a curtain, covering the entire hull of the awning boat, grabbing Zhuo Wen's shadow.
"Limit my movements by controlling my shadow?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes became serious and his expression became extremely serious.
This old man ferrying people across the sea of suffering is truly extraordinary. Even he is unable to guard against such strange methods.
Zhuo Wen did not struggle, but watched helplessly as the old man's right finger pointed above his eyebrows.
A cold force, like running water, invaded the depths of his eyebrows and penetrated deep into his soul.
This cold force, deep in his soul, turned into a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly grabbed at the sky of his soul.
Stab!
The sky at the top of his soul was suddenly torn open with huge cracks by this big hand.
Zhuo Wen's face turned pale, and cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead.
But a fierce light burst out from the depths of his eyes.
When the cold hands wanted to continue to wreak havoc on Zhuo Wen's soul, two ancient Hongmeng trees hidden deep in Zhuo Wen's soul appeared.
The surging purple energy illuminates the entire soul world.
The cold hands that were about to continue wreaking havoc suddenly stopped when they noticed something strange.
"This power... does not belong to the Hundred Realms Outside the Boundary... no..."
The old man's horrified voice continued to echo in Zhuo Wen's soul world, and the cold big hand retreated before advancing, and quickly withdrew from Zhuo Wen's soul world.
"After finally getting in, don't go out!"
Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice sounded in the world of souls.
Then, two ancient Hongmeng stones suddenly flew out, blocking all the way for the cold hand.
"No...what kind of power is this?"
The old man's shrill voice became louder and louder.
And that cold big hand was emitting dense green smoke, as if it was burned by some kind of fire.
Under the attack of the ancient Hongmeng Stone, the cold hands like ice and snow are melting rapidly when encountering high temperatures.
Bang bang bang! Unwilling to be destroyed like this, the big cold hand began to struggle continuously, blasting towards the two ancient Hongmeng stones, trying to blast away the two ancient Hongmeng stones.
It's a pity that as soon as the cold hands came into contact with the ancient Hongmeng stone, the melting speed became faster.
In just a few tens of breaths, the cold hand was completely annihilated, and was refined by the ancient Hongmeng Stone, turning it into a wisp of pure soul power in Zhuo Wen's soul world.
When Zhuo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, the old man in front of him was still there, and his fingers were also touching his eyebrows.
But the old man's aura completely disappeared.
Zhuo Wen knew that the old man's soul had been refined by the ancient Hongmeng Stone, nourishing his own soul.
"This ferryman's soul is really powerful!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes sparkled, and after absorbing the ferryman's soul energy, his soul successfully broke through from the early stage of Fa Tian Xiang Earth to the middle stage of Fa Tian Xiang Earth.
Moreover, he also searched for some powerful soul powers and some interesting memories from the ferryman's soul.
"I really didn't expect that this sea of suffering..."
Zhuo Wen murmured to himself, his eyes full of complex colors.
Click!
Click!
Suddenly, countless cracks began to appear on the awning boat under Zhuo Wen.
"It seems that this awning boat is one with the ferryman! The man died and the boat was destroyed!"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the bamboo pole thrown by the ferryman on the boat, and rowed towards the other shore in front of him.
He wanted to cross to the other side smoothly before the ship was destroyed.
He learned from the ferryman's memory that the sea of suffering was boundless and there were many curses.
Once you fall into the sea of suffering, you will be possessed by a curse, and you will never be able to escape from the sea of suffering, and you will sink into pain forever.