Mo Changyue sneered while playing the tune: "The 'Evil Heavenly Demon Sound', one of the three major four-star soul techniques of the Evil Sect, how can you resist it? Your souls are not bad, just feed my Heavenly Demon!"

"You're dreaming!" Yang Fan scolded, and the floating ring on his middle finger flashed.

Suddenly, a red light flew towards Mo Changyue, but this red light did not directly attack Mo Changyue, but detoured behind Mo Changyue and changed into a red-haired giant bear that was more than a zhang high.

"If you dare to hurt my lord, you will die!

The giant bear hugged him from behind Mo Changyue, Mo Changyue was taken aback, and hurriedly fled with the piano in his arms, jumping into the air.

At this time, the bear hugged the air, but did not stop there, opened his mouth, and a condensed fireball burned and flew towards Mo Changyue.

Mo Changyue put her fingers together and stuck it next to the demon fire on her eyebrows, and suddenly the demon fire lit up, and a pure red soul power shot out, hitting the fireball.

At this time, Xiong Hug smiled strangely.

Bang!

The fireball burst, and one by one the burning needles flew out of the fireball, stabbing towards Mo Changyue like a rain of swords.

Mo Changyue was moved, there was no way to avoid it, his arms were crossed, and he shouted, and a round red soul power ball spread out from his body. Those fire needles hit the soul power balls, and they all dissipated, but there were still some breaking balls that entered and drilled into Mo Changyue's body.

Mo Changyue has already been recruited.

"Poof!" he spat blood from his mouth, his originally calm expression was slightly angry, and shouted: "I already knew that you had the help of a monster from the Fire Soul Realm, but I didn't expect that this monster would have such a means, and it would still suffer a loss!"

Yang Fan looked at Mo Changyue from a distance and said indifferently: "So it's not easy to kill me." ”

"You underestimate me too much, you underestimate the treacherous door, what if you have this bear demon to help you? I will do my best, you will be destroyed immediately!"

Mo Changyue's soles pressed on the ground, the whole person floated vertically, his palms were upward, and the red light flashed, and suddenly a dilapidated ancient ship appeared in his hand.

Mo Changyue shouted: "Yin Shen Ferry, subdue them!"

Boom –

The "Netherworld Ferry" kept trembling, and suddenly expanded a hundredfold, completely covering the night above the three of them. The next moment, a cold light struck towards Yang Fan and the bear, and in an instant, they were taken into the boat.

There is not the slightest ability to resist.

Mo Changyue looked at the Yin Netherworld Ferry suspended in mid-air with satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, his palms waved, and one after another soul power swept towards the Yin Netherworld Ferry.

"The Netherworld Ferry is the grave of your brothers!"

At the moment when he was accepted by the Yin Shen Ferryboat, Yang Fan only had one feeling in his mind, that is, blank, blank. It was as if at that moment, he stopped thinking, his brain stopped working, his eyes couldn't see, his ears couldn't hear, and all the senses suddenly disappeared.

By the time he got back to normal, he was on a boat.

To be precise, the thing under his feet is not a boat, but a bamboo raft. The raft is three zhang long and one zhang wide, and consists of rows of cyan wood with the thickness of waist poles.

The sudden change in the environment made Yang Fan a little uncomfortable, he moved his steps, and suddenly felt his feet sink, and his body suddenly became unbalanced. A stream of water stirred up at the edge of the bamboo raft, drenching Yang Fan's feet.

Yang Fan had shoes on his feet, but after being drenched by this water, he suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were about to freeze, and the chill spread rapidly from the bottom to the top, which actually made Yang Fan's scalp a little numb, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Only then did he raise his head curiously and look at the world in front of him.

There are no heavens in this world. Or there used to be a day, but now it's obscured by layers of tumbling air. The air flow was earthy gold, stacked on top of each other, and the color became a little darker. Yang Fan felt that the airflow was not far from him, and the black pressure sank, which made people feel very depressed.

Looking around, there is a vast black ocean, and there is no end in sight. The water was black, but it was clear, and you could faintly see fish moving. Looking out into the sea in the distance, I faintly saw wisps of cyan smoke coming out.

Yang Fan's hairs stood on end! Exclaimed, this is really a strange world.

"Xiao Fan, are you okay?" When Yang Fan was looking around, Yang Shu was also looking at the world, and after both of them finished reading, Yang Shu was worried about Yang Fan's physical condition, so he asked.

Yang Fan moved his body for a while, felt the internal situation of his body for a while, and said, "I'm fine, brother." What about you?"

"I'm fine. The poplar tree used the void splitting technique, and the "killing god" came out of his sleeves and circled over the bamboo raft. "This should be the space inside Mo Changyue's broken ship, right? We were caught in, we were not injured, and we could still control our soul power freely, what did Mo Changyue want to do?"

"This is the space inside the Netherworld Ferry. Xiong Bao stood at the front of the bamboo raft, his black eyes flashed, looking at the vast black sea in front of him, and said: "The Netherworld Ferry Boat was originally a tool to the underworld, but it was later damaged, and there is no energy to support the ferryboat to cross this black sea and enter the underworld." Now the Netherworld Ferry has become a Horcrux that suppresses souls. ”

Xiong Bao is a monster that has been practicing for 500 years, and he has followed the big man to return to the sea and float and have seen the world. With him as an introduction, Yang Fan and Yang Shu were not killed and didn't know how they died.

Yang Fan asked, "Xiong Hug, Mo Changyue locked us in, did he want to use the evil spirit to kill us?"

Xiong Bao nodded and said, "That's just one aspect. Since the Netherworld Ferry is already Mo Changyue's Horcrux, then he can use his soul power to refine externally, and he can have a lot more means to kill us. ”

Rumble!

Bursts of thunder sounded overhead, and suddenly a heavy rain fell. The color of these rains is the same as that of the Black Sea, but it is black rain. The black rain drenched the two of them, making them feel cold and biting. It seems that the temperature of this black rain is the same as the temperature of the sea water in the Black Sea, and it is very cold.

The tumbling air flow rolled even more violently, gradually combining into a huge face.

This face is bewitching and arrogant, not who Mo Changyue is.

Mo Changyue's huge face looked down on Yang Fan and them, like a god overlooking all living beings. His mouth opened and closed, and the sound he made was deafening, hitting Yang Fan's heart.

"It seems to be a monster with some knowledge. You're right, in the world of the Netherworld Ferry, I'm the master, and I can play you to death as much as I want. You have no room to resist, and you can only beg for mercy and scream. ”

"My lord, I am now a cultivator of the Fire Soul Realm, and I am not afraid of ordinary rain, but I can't stand this black rain!" Xiong Bao dropped a sentence and burrowed into Yang Fan's floating ring. At the same time, he left a sentence in Yang Fan's spiritual world: "I'll go to the Dragon Tower Lord for help." ”