Ye Zhen held a long sword stained with dirt and a twisted grimace in front of him, aiming it at a group of strange figures that were surging in.

Under the influence of the terrible supernatural curse of death, the female corpse in the first position stiffened under the attack of the mortal curse, and paused for five seconds before acting again.

However, after these five seconds, a cold old corpse crossed the female corpse and became the first body. Zhang Xianguang's eyes sank, and he didn't have time to light the five corpse oil lamps, and the rusty broadsword in his hand fell without hesitation.

The next moment.

"Bang." A deep crack burst into the hallway wall, and an invisible blade seemed to spread.

In the blink of an eye, the approaching cold old corpse was torn in half by the terrible curse, and two bodies fell to the ground.

However, the curse on the rusty broadsword did not stop, it was still spreading, and the female corpse in the second position was not torn apart, but the ghosts in the third and fourth positions were dismembered.

After dismembering three ghosts in a row, the Curse of Tearing has been weakened a lot, and it can no longer do anything if it only repels the ghosts in the fifth position.

The corpse of the woman in white, who did not exist in reality, became the first position, and quickly approached in a strobbling posture.

Ye Zhen smashed it with a fist, but it pierced the body of the white-clothed female corpse, and there was no touch on his hand.

The female corpse's tilted head looked at Ye Zhen, and her blurred face gradually became clear, and it turned out to be Ye Zhen's facial features.

Ye Zhen's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that he had lost the ability to speak, his sense of hearing, sight and smell was also disappearing, and his face was itchy, as if he had been smeared with something, and it had become blurred.

"Just because of this, I also want to kill someone Ye, watch and fight." Ye Zhen shouted loudly, activated the supernatural power of the dead ghost, the blur on his face disappeared, clenched his fists, and hit the female corpse.

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"Bang." The fist swelled in a circle as it approached, striking the female corpse that appeared in reality, making the sound of bones breaking.

The white-clothed female corpse hunched over and flew out upside down at an extremely fast speed, knocking down the fierce ghost behind her. Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes, the flesh on his forehead cracked, and a vertical white-gold eye popped out.

An invisible wave of fire spreads, and a scorching heat rushes to the face. The body of the ghost in the corridor burned fiercely, as if in a steel-making furnace, the flesh and blood continued to melt, and the bones were quickly calcined, turning into a handful of ashes and scattering.

"Ah......" The screams of countless ghosts rang out, and under the triple suppression of the fire, white bones, and ashes of the burning products, many ghosts lost their ability to move and shrank into a ball in the sea of cyan fire.

Hot sweat broke out on Ye Zhen's forehead, his skin was red, and while fanning himself with a big slap of a pu fan, he shouted: "Xiao Yang, it's nothing if you put a fire, it's just too hot." "The extreme heat of the furnace made the cold ghost ship heat up quickly, but the strange thing is that the flames could not contaminate the ghost ship.

Yang Jian glared at Ye Zhen and said, "Bear with me, my fire can block the ghosts with a lower level of terror." "The spear is not in his hand, he can't exert most of his strength, and he has very few means to use it.

"Don't waste your time here, I'll clear the way, you follow." Liang Xingyang ran forward, and the black and white areas in his body spread out.

The unsolvable suppression quota of the ghost fell out of thin air, and the body of the ghost who could still move in the sea of fire instantly stiffened, and was suppressed so that he could not move.

"It's the ability of the ghosts in Huanggang Village." Yang Jian followed as soon as possible, but the ghost eye kept issuing a strong warning, reminding him that there was a very terrifying supernatural power in the black and white area.

Zhang Xianguang and Ye Zhen followed up on the black and white area, and under the suppression of the ghostly ghost, they kept keeping up.

Not for a while. The group walked out of the hallway of the cabin and into the control room of the ghost ship. The hatch of the control room was badly rusted, and it was useless under the attack of a group of evil spirits.

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"We're here to help you block the door." Zhang Xianguang and Ye Zhen stood up, guarding the narrow door left and right, using twisted swords and rusty broadswords to block the group of fierce ghosts that followed.

"You've completed your parchment plan?" Yang Jian sensed the abnormality from various signs, so he asked this question.

Liang Xingyang nodded: "That's right, now I have mastered the supernatural power of the infinite superposition of mirror ghosts. Although Yang Jian had speculation, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Obviously, even the ghost eyes are unwilling to look directly, Liang Xingyang is at least the level of Qin Lao in the headquarters, comparable to the seven elders of the Republic of China.

"No wonder you dare to try to pilot a ghost ship." Yan Yangjian knew that Qin Lao in the golden statue was still alive, and he also learned from the information given by Liang Xingyang that Qin Lao could drive away the ghost ship and disappear into the world forever.

Suddenly, he was eager to see for himself how the Infinite Spirits harnessed the Ghost Ship. Liang Xingyang walked into the dark cab alone, snapped his fingers, and the silver light dispelled the darkness, and found that there were no seats in it, unlike the supernatural buses that also provided comfortable cushions.

"Woo~" A fishy sea breeze blew in from the cracks in the broken glass, sounding an oozing whining sound, and also brought a faint black mist.

The black fog was the reason for the darkness in the cab, but it was quickly expelled by the silver light.

"Click!" An old wooden rudder with a notch was reinstalled on the notch of the console and fitted it seamlessly.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, looking at the dark scene outside the glass, and put his two hands on the rudder.

Outside the cab, through the yellow, stained glass, Yang Jian is now outside to observe the every move of the people inside.

And Liang Xingyang, who was in the driver's seat, put his hand on the rudder, and suddenly stood still. Yang Jian was slightly puzzled, and continued to pay attention patiently.

Inside the cab. After Liang Xingyang held the rudder, the darkness outside the glass gradually faded, the sea breeze kept blowing, and the perspective gradually became clearer.

The ghost ship was speeding high in the sky, and the scene of the city port of Dahai City appeared below, and he realized that the ghost ship was approaching the port and was heading towards the center of the city.

To his surprise, there were ten special points of light flickering at the port, and these points of light formed an encirclement.

Liang Xingyang frowned: "The ghost ship can actually detect the movements of the nearby ghost riders. In doing so, he had the captains of the headquarters besiege the captain completely unsuccessful, even though the captain wasn't actually on the ghost ship.

"Huh? It's the captain! Through the unique perspective of the ghost ship, he not only found a point of light, but also a thick darkness that was hidden.

This thick darkness was hidden outside the encirclement of light points, and at this moment it actually spread towards the outermost point of light.

No, no. The captain crossed the point of light and headed straight towards the ghost ship, not like he was going to attack the captain, but he wanted to board the ship!

Suddenly. In Liang Xingyang's perspective, a thin black mist encroached over, covering his field of vision. The captain spotted someone piloting the ghost ship and took countermeasures.

"A captain who is not on the ship can still have so much influence." Liang Xingyang frowned, increasing his numbers, and the hand that was tightly gripping the rudder used more force.

"Click." The rudder of the ship slowly turned, and the old and dilapidated ghost ship began to shake slightly, and under his control, the ghost ship began to break away from the supernatural space and slowly sail back to reality.

The thin black mist outside the glass receded like the sea, and the view outside the glass became clear again. The black fog that poured into the ship is also fading, and the ghost ship's terrifying suppression of the ghosts is rapidly recovering.