Above the sea, the ancient warships emitted a scarlet light.

The only place in this world seems to be dim all the time, and even the scorching sun cannot shine into it.

Scarlet, darkness, killing, this seems to be the magnificent and vast theme here.

And the sun is the light outside here.

Outside the ancient warship battle formation, modern warships were surrounded in densely, but none of them entered it.

This seems to be the tacit understanding of everyone.

On the Ming Dynasty warship, Lin Qingsheng spoke: "Senior Daoyi, is this ancient warship related to that ghost ship?"

The reason why Lin Qingsheng thought of the ghost ship was because there were too many rumors about the ghost ship recently.

After the ship sailed out of the Mediterranean, most of the world's eyes were attracted by it, even the Ming Dynasty was no exception.

And now the ancient warship in front of us seems to be too close to the ghost ship.

The last time, a fisherman ran into a ghost ship yesterday, and the location is in the East China Sea. If we look at the trajectory of the navigation, the ghost ship is likely to be in the nearby waters.

Daoyi said, "I have never seen the ghost ship before, so I dare not make a conclusion, but it is very similar to the ship of one of our allies back then. It appeared in the Yellow Sea, but..."

After a pause, he looked at the ancient warship with nostalgia and said, "I can be sure of this ancient warship. This is the warship of the Yuan Dynasty that year. The reason why it appeared here is because they were preparing to attack Japan."

"Attacking Japan? I seem to have heard that the original record was stranded because of the storm." Lin Qingsheng said.

Daoyi said: "At that time, Japan was said to have something left by Xu Fu back then. The Yuan Dynasty got the news from somewhere and asked people to come here to pick it up. It seemed that it had experienced a great war, and then they were all sunk into the sea."

Speaking of this, Daoyi couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that after so many years, these warships will reappear in the world."

………

In the scarlet mist, the white-clothed demon monk stood in front of his chest with one hand, as if he was a sign of compassion. He let the lonely boat under his feet drift freely.

In the sea water under the feet, scarlet black shadows were flowing.

Endless murderous intent emanated from them, which was the souls of those people back then.

This murderous intent has never dissipated yet.

The monk in white was looking at the scarlet mist, which he had never seen before and had never heard of in ancient books.

"when!"

At this moment, the wooden bed where the white-clothed demon monk Bujie sat down suddenly shook, as if he had hit something. No, to be precise, something was chasing his tail.

The demon monk Bujie stretched out his hand and slapped the wooden boat. The wooden boat on the sea suddenly turned a circle, and the front became the back, and the back became the front.

Under the endless red color, two wooden boats stood opposite each other, a white monk sitting on one wooden boat, and a Taoist priest with short hair sat on the other wooden boat.

The white-clothed demon monk Bujie's neck suddenly tightened, as if he had a hand pressed on his neck. This was the breath of the mantra.

He was shocked and said, "It's you?"

He really knew the person in front of him. This was a Quanzhen disciple who entered the ghost city on the desert of the Western Regions.

The reason why the white-clothed demon monk reacted so quickly was because the man in black on the desert was a Taoist priest in Quanzhen.

The man in black really left a deep impression on him at the beginning.

He still remembers the hand pressing on his neck, and he has no power to resist that hand.

And just now, there was a feeling of a spell on his neck. Did the man in black curse him?

The monk in white did not quit for a moment and thoughts were endless.

"Do you recognize me?" Qiao Yuanshan said vigilantly. He didn't know the person in front of him at all.

In this bloody color, someone who knew him suddenly appeared. No matter how you look at it, it was so weird.

The monk in white coughed twice and said, "Cough cough... I can barely recognize it."

He can't say that I've peeped at you, and then I was discovered by your elders in the sect and almost killed in the desert.

Moreover, the elder of your master said that if something happens to you, it will be counted on me, and it seems that he has laid a spell on me.

Qiao Yuanshan held the sword in his hand and frowned: "But why do I have no impression of you at all."

"It's normal. You've seen so many things in this world. Can every one be imprinted in your heart?"

The monk in white did not know how to beat a maneuver skillfully and said:

"Why did you come here?"

“This is not a good place.”

There is a saying that the monk in white did not say it.

If you die here, your unreasonable elders of the master will probably kill me.

If it were before, the monk Bujie in white did not take these warnings seriously, but the moment he saw Qiao Yuanshan, his neck tightened for a moment, as if this was a mantra.

This made Bujie dare not take the warning of the man in black to heart. If this living ancestor died here, he would not have to be buried with him.

"I'll come here to get something." Qiao Yuanshan's vigilance did not dissipate, and his hand was still on the hilt of the sword.

"It seems that it was not what your elders of the master asked you to take, otherwise you wouldn't be alone."

The monk Bujie in white looked at Qiao Yuanshan and said:

"If you want to get something, the monk can help you."

"Why do you want to help me?" Qiao Yuanshan asked back.

It can be seen that his fear is still there.

"Ahem... I am an old friend with your seniors in the sect, and a friend who is a slasher."

The monk in white did not discriminate and explained.

"How do you prove it?" Qiao Yuanshan asked again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-clothed monk Bujie's hand had already been pressed on Qiao Yuanshan's neck. In an instant, all the Qi in Qiao Yuanshan's body was sealed.

After Wen Zhengming entered the second level of the game designer and opened the level 20 to level 29, he adjusted some characters from level 19 to level 20, and the white-clothed demon monk was one of them.

Of course, his cheap senior brother Li Mubai is not counted. He will raise the cheap senior brother one or two levels when he thinks about it.

In an instant, Qiao Yuanshan's body was tense, and the white-clothed demon monk Bujie also felt the same feeling instantly.

Damn it! This is the kind of mantra that will be like life and death as long as you encounter it. Isn’t this already lost?

How could people from Quanzhen Taoist Sect use this vicious spell?

According to rumors, this kind of mantra is generally given to the dead. Within a certain range, as long as it is around the master, the mantra will be triggered.

Can't take risks!

The white-clothed demon monk slowly let go of his hand and said, "You are no match for me at all, so I don't need to lie to you."

"Ahem... I believe it, but master, do you need to prove it like this?" Qiao Yuanshan said while coughing.

“It’s very necessary.”

The white-clothed demon monk sighed. If he hadn't just confirmed that he had been hit by the spell, the person in front of him would have been dead.

"Now, can you tell me why you came here?"

Qiao Yuanshan nodded and spoke up about his experience.

The white-clothed demon monk Bujie suddenly spoke, "Does your junior uncle like to wear black?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Qiao Yuanshan said.

"Nothing, I just remember something!"

At this moment, the two small boats suddenly shook and they collided with an ancient warship.

The hull was covered with muddy soil on the seabed, and endless murderous aura spread out.
Chapter completed!