Chapter 541 The Ancient Ship of Time

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As the distance drew closer, the true face of the ship gradually emerged.

It was a huge ship with excellent workmanship and the whole body was made of strange black gold. It was as huge as an island, with a length of several thousand meters and a width of seven to eight hundred meters. It was so huge, but there was no sound, and it was quietly Driving on the sea, there is no trace of light.

Bai Longma glanced at it, and immediately took a detour, leaving as if fleeing.

In the boundless sea, a mysterious black ship suddenly appeared, no matter how you look at it, it is not a good thing!

Out of the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, Bai Longma made a choice without even thinking about it.

An Bulang looked at the boat, but his pupils lit up, and said: "I found that there is a strong aura of treasure fluctuations inside!"

Junshi followed suit and nodded: "That's right, I also smelled something delicious, it's definitely a wonderful and unforgettable ship..."

Ji Yinyin frowned: "There are other life activities on it..."

The three had a brief discussion and decided to go to the black ship to find out.

The black ship was outside the glowing mysterious sea area, and when everyone landed on the deck of the ship, they could still see a sea of ​​light in the distance. It's a pity that the light projected there seemed to be swallowed by the black ship, and it couldn't illuminate the black ship here, only a vague black shadow could be seen.

Even if they were so close, they couldn't see the whole picture of the black ship clearly.

An Bulang and others landed on the deck of the black ship.

Ji Yinyin stretched her hands, and a pure light was released from her palm, illuminating everything around her.

Through the light, everyone could see various ancient Dao patterns engraved on the surface of the hull, which was obviously full of the atmosphere of ancient times, but also gave people a very new sense of contradiction.

Suddenly, there was a whistling wind blowing.

It seemed that countless evil spirits were waking up, crawling on the surface of the ship, quickly approaching everyone.

An Bulang and the others were on alert immediately, looking around vigilantly.

"What are you doing, don't release the light!"

"Release the light, it will attract undead ghosts!"

On the other side of the ship, a voice suddenly came!

Ji Yinyin snuffed out the light in her hand, and sure enough, the surrounding voices became weaker, and the feeling of approaching danger gradually dissipated.

A group of monks came from not far away, looking at An Bulang and others with vigilance.

"Are you also here to hunt for treasure on the Ancient Ship of Time?"

A big man in a sharkskin coat headed by said coldly.

"An ancient ship of time?" An Bulang and Ji Yinyin glanced at each other with confusion in their eyes.

"What, did you enter by mistake? Two Tianyuan Realm, one Divine Sea Realm... Hehe, if you don't want to die, get out of this ship quickly!" A young man with a long sword in his hand and a haughty look next to the big man said, Seeing the reaction of the two, he sneered and said.

Bai Longma and An Bulang are now in the Tianyuan Realm.

As for Ji Yinyin, she didn't hide her aura either, she released her cultivation in the Divine Sea Realm.

Jun Shi completely restrained his breath and lay on An Bulang's body.

The monks on the opposite side of this group didn't pay attention at all. After all, there were only two in the group on the opposite side, namely the big man and the young man.

In the mysterious sea area of ​​the Canghai, no one dared to enter it without any cultivation.

"This ancient ship is not yours. We also felt the aura of treasures on this ship. Can't we come here to hunt for treasures?" An Bulang said seriously.

"Hehe, if you're not afraid of death, just follow you, don't drag us down." The young man didn't care about An Bulang, only his eyes lingered on Ji Yinyin for a while, but he quickly cast his eyes elsewhere.

At this time, a monk came quickly and said that there was a major discovery in the captain's cabin.

The group of monks immediately rushed in a certain direction upon hearing the words.

Only then did Ji Yinyin cast her gaze on An Bulang, and said, "Brother Bulang, shall we follow?"

"Not for now," An Bulang shook his head, "This ship is full of weirdness."

Ji Yinyin nodded, with a dignified expression, and said, "Before I was outside the ship, I could still perceive the fluctuation of the treasure, but once I got on the ship, any perception disappeared."

The three decided to walk around the hull.

Without knowing it, he walked into the interior of the ship.

The interior of the ship was pitch black, but everyone had strong pupils and could still see something.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, only the sound of their own footsteps could be heard.

The objects inside the cabin are very delicate and ancient, as if it is a ship of a certain powerful religion.

An Bulang didn't go far, and unexpectedly met another group of practitioners.

They are monster cultivators, there are monsters like jackals, tigers and leopards, and all of them are very powerful.

"Such a weak human being..."

"They are here to die, hahaha..."

This group of demon cultivators also laughed at An Bulang and the others.

An Bulang's lineup is too weak for them, too weak.

However, apart from sarcasm, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary, instead they were extra vigilant.

"Boss, I think that girl is pretty good, not as good as us..."

boom!

"Ouch!"

"What the hell are you thinking, can a monk with such a low level of cultivation appear here? Those monks are full of weirdness..."

"You mean they..."

"Hush...don't talk, let's stay away from them."

The group of demon cultivators dodged far away.

An Bulang and the others had excellent hearing, and they were a little dumbfounded when they heard this.

They haven't been alert to those demon cultivators yet, but those demon cultivators are getting scared first.

These monster cultivators are really vigilant and careful, even low cultivation bases and emotions become an abnormality and danger.

An Bulang didn't bother to pay attention to them, and continued to walk forward.

He carefully perceived everything around him, looking at some things in the cabin from time to time, but they were all playthings and decorations, and there was nothing particularly valuable.

They happened to pass by a painting and calligraphy studio.

Seeing the above paintings, they are all incomparably amazing, with inexplicable Taoism.

There are even women in red dancing in the paintings, and some women are killers with their backs, and suddenly turn around and smile, their faces are extremely pale, or there are paintings of a pile of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, showing a strong sense of death.

Hmm... finally something exciting.

Ji Yinyin's legs were so frightened that she hugged An Bulang's arm.

An Bulang knew that the girl was not pretending this time, she was really afraid of ghosts.

An Bulang is not afraid of ghosts. He has studied deeply from the origin of ghosts to the birth of ghosts.

In the final analysis, these things are just the mutation of some kind of life energy, and the higher level involves the mutation of the soul and the law. For him, it is a kind of weird and unpredictable danger, which can be dealt with if he is strong enough.

An Bulang looked around the paintings, and saw a painting in which a woman was extremely beautiful. She danced in a grand ball, elegant and graceful like a swan, and only half of her white jade arms were left in the painting. Half of the hand seems to stick out of the painting, so it is invisible.

An Bulang moved closer, intending to observe carefully.

The woman gazes at Shenghui, as if she is also looking at the person outside the painting.

Suddenly, an extremely pale hand stretched out from the painting and grabbed An Bulang's heart!

"Ah!" the girl screamed.

Snapped!

An Bulang grabbed the pale sharp hand with one hand and shook it.

"Hello."

The boy's gentle and serious voice echoed in the studio.

The pale hands struggled frantically, but could not move.

An Bulang looked at the woman in the painting with a friendly expression: "Hello, can I ask you a question?"

In the painting, the eyes of the smiling woman suddenly shed tears of blood.

An Bulang looked at a loss, not knowing what he did wrong.

Boom!

The pale hands suddenly dissipated.

An Bulang found that the dancing woman in the painting had turned her back to him, her expression was invisible, and the woman's jade back was exposed under the evening dress, white and smooth.

An Bulang was a little disappointed, and touched the painting, as if he wanted to continue to communicate intimately with the woman, but all he touched was a simple and brand-new drawing paper.

He had to turn his attention to other paintings.

There is a painting that is a banquet, many monks wearing ancient costumes are drinking and drinking, and a chef brings food to him. A large plate of rich food is brought from the inside of the painting to the reality, exuding an extremely attractive fragrance , seems to carry some kind of revelation.

An Bulang thought for a while, and let Junshi eat it in one bite.

The chef shed blood and tears, then turned and left.

There were many strange paintings, but An Bulang didn't know if there was a problem with the operation, and he didn't gain much.

The only thing that frowns is that many of the paintings are related to a grand dance on the ship.

An Bulang left, and they explored along the way, but they also found some other clues, such as the trajectory of the activities of creatures in unknown ages, such as some revelations about time and years.

An Bulang and others began to search purposefully, and finally found the place where the dance was held.

It was an open stage.

There are a large number of monks holding parties here with the stars.

The starlight and moonlight here are particularly dazzling, as if a layer of silvery white light illuminates everything.

The beautiful melody sounded, accompanied by beauties playing the piano, and people wore gorgeous evening gowns. On the stage, they either talked happily, danced lightly, or drank happily and talked about it.

Everything in front of them is extremely lively, and people can't help but want to participate in it.

An Bulang listened carefully, trying to hear what they were saying, but in the end he heard a noise.

He looked to the other floor of the stage, and found that there was also a group of monks wearing academy costumes, carefully observing every move of the stage dinner party, with extra seriousness.

Judging from their words and deeds, they are relatively normal.

An Bulang walked over.

The dozen or so people in academy costumes immediately showed vigilance.

One of the leaders, a middle-aged man with a rather elegant appearance, protected the people behind him, his expression was quite nervous, the Taoist rhyme circulated around him, but he did not utter it, the ring in his hand shimmered, and he cupped his hands politely: "How many times?" Fellow Daoists, why did you suddenly come to us?"

An Bulang showed a kind expression on his face: "Don't be nervous, we are good people."