I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

As the distance narrowed, the true face of that ship gradually appeared.

It was a well-crafted giant ship made of singular black gold. It was as huge as an island. It was just a few thousand meters in length and seven to eight hundred meters in width. It was so huge, but there was no sound. It was quiet and quiet. Driving on the sea, there is no light.

Bai Longma took a look, and immediately took a detour and left as if fleeing.

In the endless sea, a mysterious black ship suddenly appeared, which is not a good thing at all!

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

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

Jun Shi followed and nodded: "Yes, I also smelled something very delicious, it is definitely a wonderful and unforgettable boat..."

Ji Yinyin frowned: "There are other students above..."

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

The black ship was outside the glowing mysterious sea, and everyone fell on the deck of the ship, and they could still see a sea of ​​light in the distance. It's a pity that the light projected there as if swallowed by a black ship, it was impossible to 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.

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

Ji Yinyin's hands were slender, and a pure light was released from her palm, illuminating everything around her.

Through the light, everyone could see all kinds of ancient Dao patterns carved on the surface of the hull, which was obviously full of the breath of ancient years and gave people a very new sense of contradiction.

Suddenly, there was a whine of wind blowing.

As if countless evil spirits are awakening, crawling on the surface of the ship, quickly approaching everyone.

An Bulang and others immediately watched and looked around vigilantly.

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

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

Suddenly a voice came from the other end of the ship board!

Ji Yinyin pinched out the light in her hand, and the voices around her became low and weak, and the feeling of danger approaching gradually dissipated.

There was a line of monks coming from not far away, watching An Bulang and the others warily.

"You guys are also hunting treasures from the ancient ship in the coming years?"

A big man wearing a sharkskin coat at the head said coldly.

"The ancient ship?" An Bulang and Ji Yinyin glanced at each other, their eyes were confused.

"What, did you stray into it? Two Heavenly Origin Realms and one Divine Sea Realm... Ha ha, if you don't want to die, just leave this ship!" A young man with a arrogant expression holding a long sword beside the big man, Seeing the reaction of the two, he sneered and said.

Bailongma and An Bulang are the Heavenly Origin Realm at this time.

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

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

This combination didn't pay attention to the cultivator on the opposite side. After all, the opposite combination had two Dao realm alone, the big man and the young man. The rest were all Divine Sea realm cultivators.

Canghai, this mysterious sea area, did not dare to enter without any cultivation base.

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

"Hehe, don't be afraid of death, just follow you, don't drag us down." The young man didn't care about Anbu Lang, only his eyes stayed on Ji Yinyin's body, but he soon cast his eyes to other places.

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

This group of monks rushed to a certain direction immediately upon hearing this.

At this time, Ji Yinyin turned his attention to An Bulang and said, "Brother Bulang, shall we follow?"

"Not for the time being," An Bulang shook his head, "This ship is weird everywhere."

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

The three decided to walk around the hull.

Unconsciously, he walked into the interior of the ship.

The inside of the ship was pitch black, but everyone had a strong pupil, and they could still see something.

The surroundings are extremely quiet, only their own footsteps can be heard.

The furnishings in the cabins are very delicate, ancient, and seem to be ships of a certain power.

Not far after An Bulang walked, he encountered another group of practitioners.

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

"Such a weak human being..."

"They came to die, hahaha..."

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

Anbulang's lineup is too weak for them, too weak.

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

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

boom!

"Ouch!"

"What the **** are you thinking, can a monk with such a low cultivation level appear here? That group of monks is strange everywhere..."

"You mean they..."

"Hush...Stop talking, let's stay away from them."

The group of demon cultivators avoided far away.

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

They weren't wary of those demon cultivators, but those demon cultivators became scared first.

These demon cultivators are really vigilant and cautious, and low cultivation bases have become an abnormality and danger.

An Bulang was too lazy to pay attention to them, and continued to move forward.

He carefully perceives everything around him, and from time to time he looks at some things in the cabin, but they are all playthings and decorations, and there is nothing particularly valuable.

They passed by a painting and calligraphy room by accident.

Seeing the paintings above, they are all extremely stunning, with inexplicable Taoism.

There are even women in red dancing in the paintings. Some women are assassin's back, suddenly turning around and smiling, their faces are extremely pale, or there are a lot of paintings of corpse mountains and blood, full of death.

Hmm... finally something exciting.

Frightened Ji Yinyin's legs weakened and hugged An Bulang's arm.

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

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

In the final analysis, these things are just a certain kind of mutation of life energy, and higher levels involve the mutation of soul and law. For him, it was a strange and unpredictable danger, and he could deal with it if he was strong enough.

An Bulang looked around the paintings, and saw a picture of a woman who was very beautiful. She was dancing in a grand ball, elegant and graceful like a swan. Between the white jade arms swinging, only half of the painting remained. Half hand, as if to stretch out of the painting, so I can't see it.

An Bulang moved his body closer, intending to observe it carefully.

The woman looked radiantly, as if she was also looking at the people outside the painting.

Suddenly, an extremely pale hand suddenly 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 there."

The boy'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, her pupils suddenly shed blood and tears.

An Bulang looked blank, wondering what he did wrong.

Bang!

The pale hand suddenly disappeared.

An Bulang noticed that the woman dancing in the painting had turned her back to him, and her expression was invisible. The jade back of the woman under the evening dress was exposed, white and clean.

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

He had to look at other paintings.

There is a painting that is a banquet. Many monks in ancient costumes are coveting them. A chef brings the food to him. A large plate of rich food is brought from the inside of the painting to the reality, exuding a very attractive fragrance. , It seems to have some kind of revelation.

An Bulang thought about it, UU reading www.uukānshu.com let Junshi eat it in one bite.

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

There are many strange paintings, but An Bulang does not know if there is a problem with the operation, and he has not gained much.

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

An Bulang left. They explored along the way, but they also found some other clues, such as the trajectory of life and movement at an unknown age, and some revelations about time and years.

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

It is an open-air stage.

A large number of monks hold parties here accompanied by the stars.

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

The beautiful melody sounded, accompanied by beautiful women playing the piano, and people dressed in gorgeous evening dresses chatted happily on the stage, or danced, or had a drink, and talked.

Everything in front of me is extraordinarily lively, and people can't help but want to participate.

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

He looked at the other floor of the stage and found that there was also a group of monks in college costumes who were carefully observing every move of the stage dinner party, very seriously.

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

An Bulang walked over.

More than a dozen people in college costumes immediately appeared vigilant.

One of the middle-aged men with a rather refined appearance, headed by him, guarded the people behind him, his expression was quite nervous, the rhyme of Taoism circulated around his body, fainting, shimmering in his hands, and politely arched his hands: Fellow Daoists, are you suddenly here?"

An Bulang showed kindness: "Don't be nervous, we are good people."