In a sea forest shrouded in darkness, a long waterway flanked by various candles, through which it seemed that some people could faintly see some people holding these candles, but if you looked closely, there were actually leaves under these candles.

This strange and strange scene did not shake the group walking on this long waterway, only to see that on this calm sea, there was a young man with four extremely strange-looking warriors armed like heavy tanks, walking calmly on the water.

Behind them, a strange pirate in thick smoky makeup and twisting on tiptoe was struggling to look at the sea beneath his feet.

The other maintained a modest posture, dressed in a slightly old but decent pirate suit, with a wide-brimmed hat with a feather on his head, and a monkey in a plaid suit sat on his shoulder.

Leaving behind Taylor are none other than the old pirate Jack and Barbossa, who has a new master.

Jack had a smile on his face, but there was no joy in his eyes, he had forced this place to come, and to be honest, he would rather wait for the owner of this place to slowly die than find a monster to stimulate the other party.

If that chattering woman suddenly breaks the seal, takes back her power, and adds a series of strange things such as betrayal and hurt by love, and suddenly goes crazy, and then involves that monster, then this sea will really be finished.

But don't be over, the era of ordinary people has come before it comes.

Barbossa didn't care what was going on in Jack's mind, he just kept teasing the little monkey on his shoulder.

The little monkey held an apple core in his hand and kept gnawing back and forth, as if he wanted to bite the apple core to eat something more delicious, Barbossa did not disturb the little monkey, but kept rubbing the monkey's little brain with his fingers.

Barbossa looked back on his life full of burning and looting, and when he turned to his master, he realized that he might be the only one left.

He didn't have the slightest attachment to those subordinates in the past, he only had disgust for Jack, an old rival, and maybe now only this little monkey was his family.

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry, good boy, bite slowly, be careful to hurt your teeth."

Barbossa's face was gentle, and when he saw the little monkey clicking the apple core, he couldn't help but whisper to remind the little monkey to pay attention to the tooth problem.

As Taylor and Hawkes walked on the sea, they soon saw a treehouse that looked a little tattered and somewhat improvised.

He stopped and stood on the surface of the sea, letting the water flow below, he carefully looked at the treehouse with his mental strength, only to find that it seemed that there was nothing supernatural in it, there was not the slightest sign of the extraordinary, only a woman.

Is the other party a temptation?

How is it that the spiritual power can't perceive the traces of the opponent's power at all?

This made Taylor a little confused, could it be that the legendary seal was so outrageous? The tokens of nine mortals, coupled with the betrayal of their lover, sealed people like this with a stab in the back? None of your strength?

After feeling in his heart the thoroughness of the seal strength of the Nine Great Pirate Kings back then, Taylor stepped into the treehouse.

After reaching out and opening the curtain made of countless small shells, Taylor's eyes were greeted by an interior environment full of quaint style, as if he were a tribal chief.

There were all kinds of specimens, glass jars, clay pots, clay pots, clay pots, all kinds of skeletons, skulls, leg bones, etc., and a snake writhing around next to it.

In the middle of the treehouse there was a branch of a large tree running through the center, and many pictures were nailed to the branches of this big tree, and not far away there was a simple bookshelf, on which were all kinds of books, and even scrolls, parchments, and the like.

In this treehouse, a kerosene lamp hangs every few steps, and the air is filled with a faint smell of kerosene, and at this moment, the owner of this treehouse opens the curtain inside and walks in.

"Oh? What kind of guest came to me, a place forgotten by the world, to show me............"

Tia Witch, who greeted the guests, spoke, and looked up in froze.

In front of her, a young man in a white robe embroidered with a seven-pointed star mark with golden patterns was staring at her with a pair of golden vertical pupils.

The witch couldn't help but clench her fists and took two steps back, she knew that her situation was already worse now, and the other party obviously didn't have any good intentions when she came to the door.

All she could see was a tyrannical, murderous, and powerful head, with three heads, covered in golden scales, and three golden dragons like kings, staring at her.

Those golden vertical pupils revealed the dignity of a king and the endless tyranny, as if any enemy would be torn apart by him in front of him.

Does such a monster still exist in this era?

Aren't all the dragons dead? Why is there a mutant here? Looks pretty hard to mess with.

At some point, a small staff appeared in the witch's hand, made of some unknown bone, with an extremely small and faint magical factor on it.

Although she didn't know how this inexplicable shapeshifting dragon species found her, she would definitely not rest on her laurels.

And in Taylor's eyes, the sloppy woman in front of her, who has black teeth and black mouth, is sloppy all over, and feels like she hasn't taken a bath for more than ten years, has completely changed her image.

Through the thin sealing effect, Taylor can see a "human" with blue skin and a distinctive face, with a fishtail on the lower half of the body, scales, fins, and gills on both sides, similar to a Naga-like "human".

When Taylor saw the real body of the witch under the pseudonym of the so-called sea goddess in front of him, he began to admire David Jones in his heart.

This guy is really good at it, just looking at the mouth like a spinning turbine, people believe that this is the mouth of an octopus.

However, it seems that the other party of this sea goddess is not a human being, it turns out to be an alien race.

Taylor's golden eyes returned to their original shape, and the eyes of the witch had two more layers of other peculiar smells, as if they were looking at some kind of anatomical material.

His favorite thing is the powerful alien race material.

Taylor stretched out a finger and swung a random wind blade, slamming it lightly on the witch's hand and knocking the bone staff she had just held in her hand flying.

"You don't have to be too nervous, anyway, no matter what, your fate is certain, sit down and talk."

(End of chapter)