"Step three. "
Hands raised in the air, slightly bent.
Wu Jian suddenly felt a trance.
The next second.
Most of the remaining sacrificial incense in his hand burned to the end in an instant.
The bell of the Emperor Clock also rang wildly in an instant.
The
substance-like smoke dragon was plated with a layer of blue light like scale armor by the Emperor Bell, and snaked towards the ghost ship on the sea.
Boom!
There was a terrifying crash.
The tattered hull of the ghost ship was almost knocked over on the spot by the smoke dragon.
The smoke cleared.
Wu Jian's figure had disappeared from the beach, leaving only the burned-out ashes of the curse skin in place.
"Huh!".
Shaking his dizzy head, Wu Jian found that he had left the beach.
Came to a stained deck.
Not far in front of him stood a dull wooden rudder.
"I'm on board?".
touched his waist, the broken sword was still there, and the Emperor Bell didn't know when it hung on his waist.
confirmed that his belongings were not lost, and Wu Jian's mentality was instantly stable.
He could feel that through the ritual of worshipping the gods, he had developed a connection with the great ship beneath his feet.
However, in order to fully control the big ship, he still needs to meet some conditions.
Wu Jian looked at the rudder of the wooden ship.
He felt that the heart of the ship was in the rudder.
He needed to control the rudder in order to fully control the ship.
Confirming this, he walked towards the rudder.
The cold and decaying aura rose up the ship with his movements, and one after another figures turned from virtual to entity, blocking his way.
It's weird.
One by one, the strange expressions of those dressed in various eras numbly blocked in front of Wu Jian, exuding a thick malice all around them.
They are strange beings who are dominated by ghost ships.
They are ghost slaves.
They didn't want Wu Jian to take control of the ship.
Jingle bells!
The Emperor Bell on his waist suddenly rang.
Layers of sound waves filled with cold power are rippling and spreading.
Under the influence of the sound of the Emperor Bell.
These strange and numb powers showed a painful look, and involuntarily stepped out of the way.
These weird things that are dominated by ghost ships look bluffing.
But their terror level is not high, under the power of the complete Emperor Bell.
They were suppressed.
Make way for Wu Jian to make way to the rudder.
But they were still struggling, trying to break free from the sound of the Emperor's Bell.
It's a pity that the strange power of the Emperor Clock will continue to superimpose with the time of the ring, and these ghost slaves will have no chance to resist the moment they are suppressed.
Da Da
Da Da!
Wu Jian walked step by step past the dense ghost slaves.
The crisp ringing of the bell made the ghost slaves who were close to him lower their heads.
This is the authority of
Emperor Zhong, and it is also the authority of Wu Jian.
When he approached.
Even if you're weird, you still have to keep your head down.
"One last step. "
Surrounded by a boatload of ghost slaves, Wu Jian stood in front of the rudder of the ghost ship.
Beneath his feet, a figure identical to the one on the spell skin was glowing.
Raise the palm of the hand that transforms into a master.
Wu Jian took a deep breath and gripped the rudder of the ghost ship hard.
Phew!
Green smoke is rising, and handprints are being branded.
Wu Jian's consciousness was suddenly pulled into a terrifying and strange place.
Wow!
The surging waves poured like mountains, carrying countless skull-like sprays, exuding an air of despair that made people collapse.
Black clouds overwhelm the city, and thunder flashes.
The thick black clouds above the sky formed a disgusting shape like internal organs, wriggling and rolling, bursting out blood-colored thunder, like blood-like thunder, rendering the black clouds into dark red internal organs.
The wind was howling, and the rain of blood poured down from the clouds like arrows.
In this sea full of terror, a large ship is making a difficult voyage.
The figures on the big ship are
surrounded by terrifying strange powers, controlling the rudder, letting their own weirdness hook up with the big ship, forming a large ghost with compound horror rules.
The ghosts confront this terrible sea like a conglomeration of calamities.
Constant trembling, constant crumbling, and constant repair.
Even if they have mastered the weirdness, when facing this ocean, the figures on the ship are only left with despair.
At this time, Wu Jian seemed to have become one of the figures on the ship.
He felt the terrible pressure and endless cold aura brought by the waves in the sky, and couldn't help but burst out with the strange power of his whole body.
Dangdang Dang!
The death knell rang out with a bang.
Again and again, the ghosts of time continue to spread.
The ghost of the third layer of time suddenly erupted.
There was a momentary pause in the crashing waves.
There was also a momentary pause.
Click!
The next moment.
The skeletons on the waves suddenly opened their mouths and laughed wildly.
The cold power that made Wu Jian feel his scalp tingle tore apart the ghost of time on the spot and slapped it on the boat.
There was a violent shaking.
The big ship almost capsized.
"Huh!".
Wu Jian, who was holding the rudder, snorted, and a line of bloody tears flowed from his left eye.
He quickly spat out the ghostly mist to isolate the sea water that splashed into the cabin.
These seawaters possess some kind of terrifying corrosive power, even if they are washed by the seawater, their flesh and bones will be separated, and the spirit will be silent.
In order to prevent himself from being eroded by these seawaters, Wu Jian released all the ghost mist to protect himself.
At this time, he had forgotten that he was sinking into this big ship with his consciousness.
It was as if he had become a part of the ship.
Live and die with this ship.
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