Just as we were steadily moving forward, the distant and desolate sound of leather drums and bells rang at the same time, and it seemed that countless people, using the most unpleasant sounds, were whispering in our ears.

However, this kind of sound cannot be cut off by blocking the ears, and it is even more annoying than those monks chanting.

The whispers seemed to be full of malice towards us, and although we couldn't understand the general situation, there was a very uncomfortable feeling.

Even a few of us are like this, and the ordinary people behind us are even more unbearable.

The middle-aged shipbuilder who had happened had fallen to the ground softly, his facial features were displaced, his eyes were rolled up, and he was dripping all over the ground.

The rest of the people are not much better than him, even if they don't have crooked mouths and slanted eyes, but half of them will definitely not move.

Unexpectedly, the controller behind this ancient ship was so insidious that even ordinary people would use such a method.

For this, I scolded a few words, but there was no response.

The shamanic spell continues, and the large bags formed by the black characters become larger and larger, and the characters seem to melt and cannot be seen clearly.

Although this low, malicious whisper has little effect on us, but for this reason, we must separate, otherwise these people will be just meat on the board, and there will be no way to live.

In this way, our strength will inevitably be thinned, and it will not be so difficult to deal with it.

There's no way, I won't be Sun Dasheng's method of drawing circles on the ground, otherwise, drawing a circle around them will solve everything.

Lao Bai and Bian Pao were left here by me, the strength of both of them is very strong, and it is not a problem to stay and hold on for a while.

Huang Bawang and I continue to move forward, if it really can't work, I will once again drag the golden-bodied Arhat who is waiting on the Spirit Mountain to carry the blame.

After separation, Huang Bawang and I went all the way, ordinary zombies naturally couldn't stop me, they were all naturally generated zombies, not the kind that were sacrificed by people, so the strength was even worse.

In front of us, they were about to look like tofu dregs, and just as we were about to break into the front of the black jar, a guy in skirt armor, a bone helmet made of deer skulls, and a leather drum in his hand came out.

"Outsiders, who covet immortality, will surely get the price of destruction!"

When he speaks, his eyes are very weak, like a wooden clay sculpture, or a puppet in someone else's hand.

This is a shaman, it seems that he is still a shaman hundreds of years ago, and he is not a small shaman.

In the story of Mrs. Hu Jiu, all the people who can board this boat are powerful characters, but now, no matter how powerful he is, he has become a machine without his own will.

There is no reason to talk about this kind of thing, and it is not easy to use logical disorder or anything in a sci-fi blockbuster, and if you want to pass, the only way is to defeat him.

Huang Bawang was already aggressive, but now he couldn't bear it, and he slapped this guy on the head with a big shovel.

The shaman was wearing a deer helmet on his head, and two clouds of black gas suddenly emerged from the eye sockets of the deer skull.

The black four statues jumped up from his head, and the huge antlers pushed up to the front chest of the Yellow Overlord.

Huang Bawang was startled, and hurriedly pulled back the big shovel and laid it across his chest.

After a loud bang, the Yellow Overlord was hit by the black deer soul and flew out.

The shaman was unforgiving, his thin hand slapped the leather drum, and the surrounding fog instantly dispersed, and the air actually formed a drum surface, constantly beating.

The huge noise continued, and Venus had already appeared in front of Huang Bawang's eyes, which was Huang Bawang, and if he changed to someone else, his brains were shocked out.

As soon as I saw that the situation was not right, Huang Bawang was not the opponent of this guy, so he immediately slashed out a sword, and the Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword, which had not been used for a long time, flew out, I want to see if they are evil or not.

With a flash of thunder, the deer soul was directly shattered, and the bone helmet on the shaman's head also shattered and turned into grains of sand.

It's just that this shaman has other means, the golden bell sounds, and countless black snakes actually form a snake wall.

The serpent is nothing but an illusory thing, and under the attack of the power of thunder, all of them dissipated, and the golden bell in the shaman's hand, which I completely lost its brilliance, turned into a piece of scrap metal.

After a tentative shot, I was sure that this shaman was also a dead thing, and would be restrained by thunder.

I moved quickly, and before the shaman could take any other action, the wooden sword stabbed straight out, the golden crow spread its wings, and the flames directly engulfed this guy.

I don't know if it was my delusion, but I saw the shaman smiling gratefully at me in the midst of the fire.

I had just eliminated a shaman, and suddenly, from below deck, several more shamans came out.

They looked the same as the one before, they were all dead.

Although they are dead, their strength is quite intact, and more than half of their strength has been retained, which is already extremely rare, this kind of spell must be the kind that makes people break their heads when they are placed outside.

The five shamans have brought me a lot of oppression, and the Yellow Overlord is the same, and he doesn't dare to continue to be stubborn.

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, I suddenly heard what seemed to be a voice coming from under my feet.

It was also the sound of fighting, and it was very lively.

I thought about it, and now there are still those who can still be on the ship, except for us, I'm afraid there are only the two of them left in Jiugong.

I'm glad to find out where they are, but the situation we face now is not encouraging.

"What should I do? These things are not easy to deal with!"

Huang Bawang turned his head sideways, thinking that he had lowered his voice and said.

"Act when you see the opportunity, see me go, you will go, I run, you will run!"

The stalemate has no result, those characters are still fading, no matter how I look at it, it looks like something is sealed in the jar, and now I am about to get out of trouble.

Time is urgent, so I plan to do my best to make a wave, if it works, everyone will be happy, and if it doesn't, I will run quickly.

Huang Bawang clenched the big shovel and swallowed his saliva, and at this moment, I suddenly rushed out, and the fire of Fumu turned into a sea of fire, trapping these five shamans in the sea of fire.

Countless flames formed birds and branches, which were drawn towards the shamans.

The five of them together would have been a tough battle, but I could separate them and strike them separately.

These five shamans were not as strong as the previous one, so after being separated by the flames, I attacked and burned one shaman with a sword.

In the same way, I saw the shaman's smile again, as if I had done him a great favor by killing him completely.

This method has been done three times in a row, and three of the five shamans have fallen.

I was about to do the same when the ship version under my feet suddenly exploded, and two figures burst out of the cabin.

(End of chapter)