As soon as he was nervous, he couldn't control his divine power, and if he couldn't control his divine power, he would launch indiscriminately to attack the cabin, and the consequence of the cabin being penetrated was that demons and monsters on different floors could appear in front of Huangling's eyes.

Sometimes the long black hair of the fiasco will fall from above, and sometimes a head with blurred features will silently poke through the crack of the door. Sometimes when you step on the air, and then pull it out, you will find a white hand bone with rotten flesh attached.

At some point, a wooden board was missing from the ceiling of the cabin, revealing a square size black hole, and something in the black hole poked its head out and looked at Huangling quietly with its eyes open.

Huang Ling simply closed his eyes, shouting and running in a vicious circle and emitting divine power, and then, the pulling of the entire cabin suddenly became more intense.

The wound on the arm that was scratched by the broken glass of the window broke open again, coupled with the sharp bone scratches, the weapon cut by I don't know what it was, the sweet blood of the gods spread everywhere, and the smell of blood spread on the noses of many demons and monsters, attracting more things to entangle the phoenix.

Huang Ling didn't care about the pain at this time, he only knew that he had to run forward desperately, although the god couldn't die, but it was also very painful to be cut by a thousand knives!

In order to embolden herself, Huang Ling shouted expletives in an attempt to alleviate her fear of her surroundings.

Since childhood, Huang Ling's good tutor made Huang Ling scold him for nothing else, only a few times to use it repeatedly, Huang Ling felt that he was too well-behaved for the first time.

He shouted, "Wen Yu, where the are you damned???!!! I !! day You said let me wait a while, this must be more than a hundred years!! I feel like I'm going to be scared to death! What the fuck is this?!!!! I can't stand it!!! ”

"All the bullshit skeletons are for Lao Tzu to die!! Don't touch me if you look dead or ugly!! Lao Tzu is a phoenix god!! I'm not afraid of you!!!! ”

With the movement of the wave, the delicious blood splattered everywhere, flowing and dissipating in the seawater, and was consumed by the skeleton.

The blood of the gods contains great power, mortals can extend their lifespan by decades with a little click, not to mention the blood of the phoenix, which is the blood of the gods with a rebirth effect!

Every time they suck a little bit of blood, the flesh and skin of the skeleton have a little more blood on their bodies.

Bright red heart, dark liver, white brain, muscular forearm......

One by one, the skeletons' organs recovered, and laughter rattled from their throats, as if celebrating their new life.

Huang Ling felt a heat on the back of his hand while running, he opened his eyes and looked over, and he didn't know which skeleton that had been cut off by divine power fell to his feet, and blood was drenched on half of his body, and his sleeves, the back of his hands, and his waist were red.

Or it can't be called a skeleton, because the main part of his body has grown, just like a person who has been skinned, the muscles and veins inside can be seen clearly, and even the churning white flower brains can be seen clearly.

The "person" is staring at Huang Ling with a pair of big white eyes, the white eyeballs are skyrocketing, occupying a quarter of the head, and the black eyeballs are only a little bit, plus a layer of skin, you can guess that this person's eyes are actually not big, or even only a slit.

But now it's not peeling!!

What's even more terrifying is that this thing that was cut off by the waist can still heal...... The fleshy lips smiled at Huang Ling.

Huang Ling: ......

What kind of iniquity have I made......

After being frightened for a long time, Huang Ling was a little more calm. He found that only the "person" in front of him recovered so quickly, it can be said that the growth of blood vessels can be seen with the naked eye, but the other skeletons are still skeletons, and the farther away from him, the slower the recovery.

And he felt that he was weak and sleepy, but when his divine power was exhausted, he would only feel tired, not sleepy......

The power of the gods comes from the vast natural world, and the spiritual power is as inexhaustible as nature, and there will be no process of replenishing the spiritual power of mortals such as eating and sleeping every day.

He can feel sleepy, there is only one explanation, that is, the mental power is flowing too fast, so fast that it cannot be replenished in time, and he needs to use sleep to reduce his own energy consumption. This kind of sleep is very dangerous and uncontrollable, and if he falls asleep, he doesn't even know if he is devoured.

How will mental power be used in short supply?

The moment Huang Ling saw the moment he recovered his human skeleton, he broke out in a cold sweat.

So, it was he who fed these things with his spiritual power and helped them get a new life?

Huang Ling is not a good god, he can't do such a thing as sacrificing himself for others, let alone for this kind of antique that he doesn't know has existed for hundreds of years!!

No matter how powerful the god is, it will take a certain amount of time for the wound to recover, and the entire ship is full of skeletons, if not ten thousand, but also eight thousand, there are too many injuries on the body, and the more skeletons are attracted, staying here is looking for death. Huang Ling couldn't protect his wounds, so he could only run far away, away from the ship.

Flesh Face didn't dare to touch the ship, and the skeleton didn't dare to get off the boat, so there was a certain safe distance between the boat and Flesh Face, and it was that gap that Huang Ling ran to.

When he arrived at the edge of the ship, Huang Ling glanced down, and the visibility of the seabed was not high, and he could only see a black mud below, and a few stones stood obliquely on it, which should not be a swamp.

Huang Ling supported the railing with one hand and crossed his body neatly, and slowly fell to the fluffy seabed along the gravitational force.

The mud and sand settled, and Huang Ling saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Huang Ling cursed a single swear word in his heart.

This place...... It's better not to fuck ......

Everywhere there are dilapidated tombstones, engraved with simplified characters that Huang Ling can't read. I didn't pay attention when I swam over to avoid the flesh and face just now, and this forest of tombstones covered the entire seabed, and I couldn't see my head for a while.

It seems that many years ago, this was not the ocean, but the land, and it was a grave forest. Many years later, the mulberry field changed into the sea, and only then did it have today's scene.

No matter how photographed the grave is, it is better than a group of moving skeletons, and Huang Ling's heart, which has been used to being frightened, quickly calmed down, and gasped for breath to recover his mental strength.

He deliberately avoided small dirt bags, one is to respect the deceased, and the other is to ...... It's fucking skeletons down there, too......

Huang Ling didn't dare to think about what was inside, so he found a piece of clean black mud and sat down, holding his breath and concentrating to recover as soon as possible.

The spiritual power was absorbed too much, and the sleeping demon was on his body, and Huang Ling accidentally fell asleep.

A bloodshot palm with a missing little finger came out of the black mud and shook it in front of Huang Ling's eyes......

Didn't wake up......

The palm of the hand was very patient and curious, and poked the tip of Huang Ling's nose again.

"Don't make a fuss......"

Huang Ling tilted his head and muttered quietly.

"Tsk......"

Keep scratching your palms.

"Dead Wen Yu, you don't want to live anymore, do you!"

Huang Ling opened his eyes violently, a flash of impatience and anger flashed in his eyes, but he froze when he saw what was in front of him.

This was followed by a shout of horror.

"Ahhh!!!!!hh

Wen Yu on the other side of the boat finally heard Huang Ling's screams.

Huang Ling ran forward with a roll.

I was dizzy and didn't pay attention to it just now, many of the graves in front of me had been cut in half, and the coffin lid was exposed, and the corpses with skin and flesh sticking out of it were sticking out.

All kinds of ways to die, all kinds of ghosts, climbed out of the coffin one after another.

I don't know which one of the immoral climbed out of the coffin without covering, Huang Ling stepped on the air, and the whole person fell into the coffin.

The sour smell of decay smoked his face.

He felt like his foot was broken, his hand was broken, his knee was swollen, and it hurt everywhere.

The blood flowed non-stop, and Huang Ling lay in the coffin in despair.

Just then, he heard a few soft sounds overhead.

He turned back in horror.

Seven or eight bloody walking corpses walked around in the gravel.

Their flesh is rotten, some of their eyes are half off, and some are only black holes. The scalp is either lifted or the hair is thinning and tangled dirty.

In the blurred flesh of the flesh, the white sea maggots swirled around, devouring and laying eggs in the swollen flesh. One by one, they are fat, and they are as fat as rice grains.

Huang Ling swore that he would never eat rice again in his life.

The walking corpse hung its hands, gurgling in its throat as if communicating.

They stared at him in a whirlwind, sticky saliva dragging long lines down their faces.

The clarity of the sea water and the thick saliva made Huangling's entire stomach churn in an instant.

It's over, now he's really going to "die" here.

How disgusting is it that you are still "dead"......

I don't know if Emperor Bihuang will throw his son out when he sees him......

Wen Yu, what kind of road are you taking...... I'll fuck you......

No, Wen Yu's uncle is his uncle's patron saint, and he can't be scolded or scolded.

Uncle, I'm sorry for you...... Uncle, you have to protect your nephew...... I don't want to die. Whoever comes to save the gods, anyone can call you dad.

The walking corpses stretched out their claws towards him.

Huang Ling was forced to end his meditation and tried to shrink back a little, but there was no way back.

This coffin is going to belong to him completely......

He thought, "If you're going to finish today, you might not be able to run away." ”

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and only then did he hear a few clicks.

Then the sound of something landing, muffled.

Huang Ling opened his eyes with courage, and saw that the walking corpses gathered around had fallen into pieces, and a figure stood by the mound.

It was a white figure, with a fluttering clothes, an elegant temperament, a person like the moon on the horizon exuding a soft and clean faint light, handsome not like a mortal, and there was also a transcendent indifference and calm in his expression.

Dressed in white and with black hair, the clothes and hair are flowing and elegant, slightly fluttering, lined with a figure hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world.

Under the ripples of the sea, he is soft like water, and the faint sunlight reflects on him with an indescribable beauty, as if it has spanned thousands of years.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were like a thousand years of ice, his sword eyebrows flew into his temples, and his pure white robe made him even more spotless, this man who was as beautiful as a god was solemn and inviolable.

The delicate and impeccable handsomeness combined with the slightly messy sexy long hair is so charming, and the closed eyes show the long and curly eyelashes.

Snow-white clothes, snow-white hands, long hair like black jade is tied up with snow-white ribbons, the hairband is loose, and the black hair is half draped and half tied, which is free, elegant and extravagant.

An angular face, sword eyebrows that fly diagonally into the sideburns, a high nose bridge, thin pale lips, and a resolute chin. His face is like a crown of jade, but he has a pair of black eyes like a cold star in the middle of the night. At this time, the man's pale thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, obviously very impatient.

"It's really a fairy......"

Huang Ling looked up at the back blankly, and didn't notice that the back was a little familiar for a while.

The fairy carried a thin and thin knife in his hand that he had gotten from more than nowhere. Huang Ling had never seen this kind of knife, and it was different from the usual ones anyway.

The shape of the knife is narrow and thin, the blade is sharp, and it contains a cold light.

The person with the knife moved neatly and crisply, stabbing the head of the walking corpse one by one, quickly solved the walking corpse around him, turned around and walked towards Huang Ling lying in the coffin.

Wen Yu flicked the blood beads on the blade and pursed her lips in disgust. This knife was casually touched by him when he killed the corpse, and he used it easily, so he kept holding it.

"What? Why don't you call Daddy? ”

I didn't pay attention just now, but Huang Ling thought about it in his heart and said it, and it happened that his father who saved him heard it.

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