The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 155 Demon Sea Eye

Ye Fan stepped on the water and moved forward quickly, leaving a trail of water. His long clothes fluttered and his hair flew. He approached a slightly smaller ghost ship.

It was of ancient style and was long and large enough to hold hundreds of people. The dark hull was surrounded by bands of fog, which looked eerie and chilling.

This sea area became lifeless, even the big waves no longer came, it was deathly quiet, without any sound.

Ye Fan has fought no less than a thousand battles since his practice and has rich experience in facing enemies. Naturally, he is not afraid of all this. It can even be said that he is skilled and brave, so he landed on the boat.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, even the Heavenly Eye is affected. This is a sea of fog that contains the principles of Tao!
Ye Fan, with the Cauldron of the Mother Energy of All Things on his head and a divine whip in his hand, was moving forward on the ancient ship, searching in the darkness. The ship was empty except for a bronze lamp hanging on the bow with a flickering ghostly light.

He walked towards the cabin and was suddenly startled. Something caught his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw a corpse. He had been dead for who knows how many years.

Going deeper, we saw corpse after corpse, all wearing armor that was almost rotten.

He touched it lightly with the divine whip, and with a loud crash, rotten iron pieces fell to the ground, flesh and blood turned to ashes, and a white skeleton was scattered on the ground.

"What era are these people from? Are they the indigenous people of the ancient planet Mars? Where does this black ocean usually hide?" Ye Fan was amazed.

Soon after, he came to the deepest part of the cabin. There was a blood pool made of black jade. The blood in it had long dried up, and several humanoid creatures were wrapped in hard lumps of plasma.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A hand grabbed Ye Fan's ankle from behind with such force that it almost made him stagger.

A corpse unexpectedly came back to life. It was so powerful that it didn't drag him down. It jumped up like an ape and pinched his neck with both hands.

It was like a zombie, just like a ghost locking someone up.

Even Ye Fan, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was frightened. His hair stood on end. He quickly stepped back and then swung the divine whip forward.

"boom!"

His strength was so great that even the King of Zhan Dao would be destroyed both physically and spiritually if he was hit by him. There were few people in the world who could match his physical strength.

"Sh ...

The rotten iron armor shattered on the spot, and the bones turned into powder. The strange corpse was smashed to pieces and could no longer cause trouble.

"boom"

In the dried blood pool, the five ancient corpses wrapped in blood plasma blocks all broke free, let out shrill howls, jumped high, and pounced on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stretched out the five fingers of his left hand, and immediately five dragon-shaped beams of light shot out and pierced forward. This kind of killing power was enough to kill the main force of a sect.

However, five soft noises were made. Although the five bloody corpses were pierced, they still rushed forward and were not affected.

Ye Fan's heart shuddered, these corpses must have been extremely powerful when they were alive, they must have been killed, and now only by smashing them to pieces could their painful nightmare end.

"boom!"

He shook the cauldron gently, and the mother energy of all things fell down. Each strand was as heavy as a mountain, crushing several ancient corpses into powder on the spot and turning them into ashes.

"This place is really weird. These things were left behind tens of thousands of years ago, but they haven't decayed yet and can still cause trouble."

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, a cry-like wailing sound sounded, which was particularly terrifying in the quiet black Dead Sea. The scalp of those who heard it was numb.

Ye Fan rushed out of the cabin immediately, came to the deck, and stared at the source of the sound. It was the bronze ghost lantern hanging on the bow of the ship. He punched it.

With a "puff" sound, the ghost fire went out, and the ancient lamp turned into ash. However, the whimpering sound had already spread throughout the black ocean, and its sound was particularly distant. Several nearby ghost ships rushed over quickly, and several corpses stood on the decks, which looked extremely weird.

"They are just a few ancient corpses. They haven't become a big deal. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Ye Fan sneered and threw out the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. His pair of golden fists immediately stirred up huge waves and boundless golden light surged, turning all the ghost ships into dust, including several ancient corpses.

The sea surface calmed down, everything was silent, even the waves subsided, the entire ocean was deathly silent, without a single sound.

However, Ye Fan felt a little uneasy in his heart. An ominous atmosphere was spreading, as if something was about to happen.

Sure enough, not long after, it became more and more dull and depressing. Nine huge black ancient ships suddenly appeared, as high as mountains!

They made no sound at all, like nine islands that suddenly appeared, full of oppression and drowned by heavy fog, with only the ghost lights on the bows flickering.

There was deathly silence until the ship arrived in front of us. A shrill cry first broke the silence, and then a scene that made people go numb took place.

There was a riot on the nine large black ships. No one knew how many ghost claws were waving. The atmosphere was almost boiling. Ghostly energy was rising to the sky, the noise was deafening, and the chirping of ghosts was frightening.

Then, like dumplings being dropped into the water, thousands and thousands of ghost corpses jumped off the boat and pounced towards Ye Fan.

Many of them sank into the black sea and swam here, with ghost claws covering the front of the sea.

This sight is depressing!

Unheard of or seen before, the strange sight made Ye Fan's heart beat wildly. He didn't understand why such a horrifying thing happened.

"boom!"

A powerful ghost corpse flew directly over, swallowing black clouds, as if it could hold the world into its mouth. The ghost bodies were extremely tall and covered with rusty iron clothes.

Ye Fan encountered big trouble and was submerged in the sea of ghosts. His pair of golden fists crushed all obstacles, but there were many powerful ghosts among them. They had iron bones and muscles and were definitely semi-saints when they were alive.

"This...I understand!"

Ye Fan looked at their armor and the endless sea of ghosts. He knew that these must be the ancient soldiers he saw on the five-color altar. They were transformed after their death.

I think there must be an extremely dark place on this ancient planet Mars, where countless evil spirits are buried, so that their bodies have been preserved until now. Whenever the mysterious black sea surges, they will come out to cause trouble.

Ye Fan fought and fell into a dilemma because there were too many ghost corpses. Some of them were evil ghosts that were transformed from semi-saints. Although they no longer had the power of the past, they were still extremely terrifying.

Just when he was wondering whether to summon out the body of the Great Saint, suddenly a dazzling golden light appeared from the end of the sea, dispersing the endless dark fog and quickly coming towards him.

This is a dazzling large ship, shining with infinite divine light, illuminating the entire world, dispersing the thick fog, and emitting deafening Zen chanting, which is endless and shakes the sky.

It's like coming to Mount Sumeru, all the Buddhas are drinking together, turning into runes, soaring into the sky, suppressing these ghost corpses, and the divine brilliance surges over.

The Buddha's light shone everywhere, and many ghost corpses shattered into pieces and disappeared into thin air. More of them retreated into the nine black ghost ships, confronting the bright ship.

The arrival of the gods and Buddhas instantly reversed the situation and caused many ghosts to retreat.

There were no living people on that seemingly sacred and dazzling ship.

Hundreds of golden-bodied arhats had already passed away, their bodies reduced to mere skin and bones, having lost their lives. All their chanting was the result of their residual thoughts and Dharma bodies during their lifetime.

(End of this chapter)