As the distance got closer, the true identity of the ship gradually emerged.

It was a giant ship with excellent workmanship and made entirely 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 obviously so huge, but it made no sound and was quietly and quietly moving.

Driving on the sea, there is no light.

The white dragon horse took one look and immediately took a detour and left as if running away.

In the boundless sea, a mysterious black ship suddenly appeared. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good thing!

Out of the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, Bai Longma made the choice without even thinking.

An Bulang looked at the stupid ship, his eyes lit up, and he said, "I found that there was a very strong treasure wave inside!"

Junshi nodded: "Yes, I also smelled something delicious. It was definitely a wonderful and unforgettable ship..."

Ji Yinyin frowned: "There are other living things up there..."

The three of them had a brief discussion and decided to go explore the black ship.

The black ship is outside the mysterious glowing sea area. When everyone falls on the deck of the ship, they can still see a sea of ​​light in the distance. Unfortunately, the light projected there seems to be swallowed up by the black ship, and there is no way to capture it.

The black ship was illuminated, and only a blurry black shadow could be seen.

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

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

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

Through the light, everyone could see various ancient patterns engraved on the surface of the ship's 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 whining sound from the wind.

It was as if countless evil spirits were awakening, crawling on the surface of the ship, and quickly approaching everyone.

An Bulang and others were immediately alert and looked around vigilantly.

"What are you doing? Don't release the light!"

"Releasing light will attract undead ghosts!"

There was a sudden sound coming from the other end of the ship!

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

A group of monks came from a short distance away and looked at An Bulang and others with vigilance.

"You also came to the Ancient Ship of Time to hunt for treasure?"

The leader, a big man wearing a sharkskin coat, said coldly.

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

"What? Did you enter by mistake? Two Tianyuan realms and one Divine Sea realm... Haha, if you don't want to die, just leave this ship!" A young man with a arrogant expression holding a long sword next to the big man said,

Seeing the two people's reactions, he sneered and said.

Bai Longma and An Bulang are in the Tianyuan realm at this time.

As for Ji Yinyin, she did not hide her aura and released her cultivation in the Divine Sea Realm.

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

The monks on the opposite side didn't take this group seriously at all. After all, there were two in the Dao Realm alone, namely the big man and the young man. The rest were all monks in the Divine Sea Realm.

Canghai is a mysterious sea area that no one without some cultivation would dare to enter.

"This ancient ship does not belong to you. We also feel the smell of treasures in this ship. Can't we come here to hunt for treasures?" An Bulang said seriously.

"Haha, if you're not afraid of death, just let me go. Just don't drag us down." The young man didn't care about An Bulang. He only kept his eyes on Ji Yinyin for a while, but soon turned his eyes to other places.

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

Upon hearing this, the group of monks immediately rushed in a certain direction.

Only then did Ji Yinyin turn her gaze to An Bulang and said, "Brother Bu Lang, do we want to follow him?"

"No need for the moment," An Bulang shook his head, "This ship is full of weirdness."

Ji Yinyin nodded, with a serious look on her face, and said, "Before, outside the ship, I could still sense the fluctuations of the treasure, but once on the ship, any perception disappeared."

The three decided to walk around the hull.

Unknowingly, I walked into the interior of the ship.

The interior of the ship was pitch dark, but everyone's eyesight was very strong and they could still see some things.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and they could only hear their own footsteps.

The furnishings inside the cabin are very exquisite and ancient, and it seems to be a ship belonging to a powerful religion.

An Bulang walked not far and unexpectedly met another group of practitioners.

They are demon 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 others.

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

However, apart from making sarcastic remarks, they did not do anything out of the ordinary. Instead, they were extremely vigilant.

"Boss, I think that girl is pretty good, but 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..."

"Shh... stop talking, let's stay away from them."

The group of demon cultivators fled far away.

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

They were not wary of those demon cultivators, but those demon cultivators became afraid first.

These demon cultivators are really vigilant and careful. Even low cultivation level and lack of emotion become an anomaly and danger.

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

He carefully sensed everything around him and looked at some things in the cabin from time to time, but they were all playthings and decorations, nothing of particular value.

They passed by a painting and calligraphy studio by chance.

When I see the paintings above, I am extremely amazed and have an indescribable Taoist realm.

There are even women in red dancing in the paintings. Some women have killers behind them, and suddenly turn around and smile, their faces extremely pale, or there are paintings of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, exuding a strong aura of death.

Hmm... Finally something exciting.

Ji Yinyin was so frightened that her legs became weak and 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 done in-depth research on the origin of ghosts and their birth.

In the final analysis, these things are just changes in some kind of life energy, and higher levels involve changes in the soul and laws. For him, it is a rather weird and unpredictable danger. If the power is strong enough,

Able to cope.

An Bulang looked around at the paintings and saw a painting with a particularly beautiful woman. She was dancing in a grand ball, as elegant and graceful as a swan. Only half of her white jade arms were left in the painting, and there was

The half-cut hand seems to be extending out of the painting, so it cannot be seen.

An Bulang moved closer, intending to observe carefully.

The woman looked at Shenghui, as if she was 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 and sharp hand with one hand and shook it.

"Hello."

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

The pale hand struggled wildly, 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 woman with a sweet smile suddenly shed tears of blood from her eyes.

An Bulang looked confused, not knowing what he had done wrong.
To be continued...