ely thought of the Starry Little Man within his body.Is that the key to opening the Star Palace treasureAlthough Mo Fan was still a little skeptical, everything Ye Xingyun had said so far had been cor...The appearance of the ghost ship indirectly saved everyone from danger.

All the sea devils and sirens had retreated.

And meanwhile, various forces took advantage of this opportunity to press further inward.

Bei Ming Xue was a little dazed and absentminded.

This time, only Sangyu came with Jun Xiaoyao.

Hai Luo and Hei Jiao Wang, among others, are temporarily staying with the Bei Ming royal family.

Beiming Xue saw that there was not the slightest anxiety on Sang Yu's face.

"Aren't you worried" asked Bei Mingxue.

Sang Yu shook his head, then swore with certainty: "Sang Yu knows that the son can do it."

"Nothing can stop the Young Master today, he will surely come back for us."

She had a deep understanding of Jun Xiaoyao's strength and methods.

It seems that no matter what he faces, Jun Xiaoyao's expression doesn't change much.

He always looks calm and collected.

Sang Yu didn't believe it, a mere ghost ship could not possibly have sunk her master.

"Is that so..."

Hearing Sang Yu's words, Bei Ming Xue felt a little comforted.

Although there are still worries and guilt in my heart, there is also a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, Jun Xiaoyao can really create miracles.

And other powers, such as the Sea Dragon Royal Family and the Canghai Royal Family, clearly don't believe that Jun Xiaoyao still has a way out.

Next, they continued to delve deeper.

In a space shrouded in mist.

Jun Xiaoyao spread open his Dharma power immunity divine ring, his aura surging. The vast power of the Dao flowed like a boundless ocean, accompanied by the radiance of imperial might.

The black thread was temporarily repelled by him.

Jun Xiaoyao looked around and found himself standing on the deck of a ghost ship.

This ship was large, dilapidated, ancient, and imbued with a sense of antiquity.

The hull bore the marks of time, many planks were rotted and the metal was corroded with rust.

It feels like it has been drifting since ancient times.

Jun Xiaoyao felt a novel chill and coldness.

As if this ship were truly ferrying people to the other side of the river Styx.

This feeling is creepy.

An ordinary cultivator, if they were to fall into such a predicament, wouldn't even be able to think of a way out, let alone devise one. Their very thoughts would be frozen solid.

While you, sir, remain carefree and unfettered, after all, you are a man who has seen the world. Moreover, your nature is calm and collected to the extreme, your Dao heart pure and without blemish.

There is nothing in this world that can make him despair.

However, before you could freely explore and investigate this ghostly vessel...

Behind the phantom ship's deck, within its hold, a thick gloom hung heavy.

Accompanied by a thick gray fog, it billowed out from the bowels of the ship.

For a moment, the entire hull of the ship seemed to roar.

That hold, like a demon in hiding, breathed heavily and hoarsely, ready to devour the life essence.

Whoosh!

From that dark glow, countless dense black threads once again dispersed.

This time is even scarier.

Is far beyond the reach of even ordinary emperors, or even titans.

And along with the black silk threads, there was a heavy gray mist.

"That... is immortal substance!"

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed.

This ghostly ship actually has immortal matter!

What's going on >

For now, it suffices that he is carefree and unburdened. There's no need to dwell on anything else.

He also made his move, unleashing a variety of powerful divine abilities.

The mantra "jie" from the Nine Character True Words of Taoism, enhances combat power tenfold.

The six visions of the Eucharist rotate, and various extraordinary powers erupt.

The spiritual energy was so powerful that the entire ghost ship trembled violently.

That black thread was a series of black lights, within which lay the Black Order Divine Chain, constructed by the laws of runes.

Countless, dense black threads enveloped him, clashing with Jun Xiaoyao's magical powers.

Jun Xiaoyao immediately felt a pressure.

The source of that black silk thread is quite terrifying.

"What is it..."

Jun Xiaoyao faced them head-on, his gaze sweeping across the scene.

The source of that black thread seems to be inside the ghost ship's hold.

However, with Jun Xiaoyao's current state, it is difficult to make further progress.

The King of Xiaoyao, having received the order, learned that even Jiang Wulong's remaining strategies had already been used once.

And after all, this is just a means left behind casually by Jiang Wulong, just in case. It's more of a deterrent and it's impossible to use it as a talisman forever.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao would never surrender so easily.

He possesses countless hidden tricks and strategies.

But just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to make a move.

His expression suddenly faltered.

For he suddenly noticed.

The arcane runes woven into the black thread seem oddly familiar.

"Kunpeng Method..."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a strange light.

The principles contained therein bore a striking resemblance to those of the Kunpeng Method.

How could a ghost ship possibly be connected to a Qilin

Jun Xiaoyao, in a fleeting moment, had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

His reaction was also quick.

...it also deployed the Kunpeng Method. ...

Jun Xiaoyao's understanding of the Kunpeng Method even earned praise from the Bei Ming Imperial Clan.

It can be said that in the realm of Kunpeng's law, few can compare to you, Jun Xiaoyao.

Only the illustrious King Beiming and the even earlier ancestor Kunpeng could be compared to him.

And as Jun Xiaoyao used the Kunpeng Technique.

Those troublesome black silk threads have also become easy to unravel.

Of course, that doesn't mean that understanding the Kunpeng Method will ensure safety on a ghost ship.

Jun Xiaoyao's Kunpeng Law is incomparable even to the Northern Ming Royal Family.

Even if a strong warrior from the Northern Ming Royal Family were here, using the Kunpeng Technique, it would be impossible to break the silk thread as easily as Jun Xiaoyao.

"That source, it is... inside the hold..."

Jun Xiaoyao broke open those black threads one by one while approaching the hold of the ghostly ship.

There, a dim glow emanated, with grayish undead matter erupting.

At first glance, it appears to be like the entrance to hell.

And at that moment.

Suddenly, a hoarse and gravelly voice rang in Jun Xiaoyao's ear.

< >The past tribulation buried too much sorrow. < >

"I see gray mist, blown in from another world."

"...brought death, buried all beings, withered an era, and shattered a time..."

Whispers, as if spoken right beside your ear.

Anyone who hears it will get goosebumps, feeling a chill run down their spine.

But you, carefree as ever, simply frowned and looked towards the place where the ship's hold was shrouded in darkness.

There, sitting in a cross-legged posture, was a human-like figure.

It was previously enveloped by a thick layer of gray, lifeless substance and black threads.

...and now, it is revealed. ...

That was an old man in tattered armor, sitting cross-legged in the hold.

One could still make out its features, which were now as skeletal as a skull. Its black skin was stretched taut over the bones.

It feels like a mummy or a withered corpse.

It can be certainly said that this old man is no longer a person, or even a living being.

...more like the ones Jun Xiaoyao had seen before on the Emperor's Battlefield, those beings eroded by the immortal matter, neither living nor dead. ...

Moreover, what caused Jun Xiaoyao's expression to become slightly solemn was...

The aura of this armored elder is unfathomable.

far surpasses any ordinary emperor or giant.

A ghostly ship with a spectral crew clad in armor, withered men resembling corpses, and an overwhelming stench of undeath.

Such a scene would frighten anyone, giving them goosebumps! eyes.As the strongest force on the Continent of Sen Luo, they commanded respect and awe wherever they went.Now, they are like a pack of destitute stray dogs, driven to a dead end.Among this group of...