A group of people were thrown hundreds of meters away and fell to the ground in a mess.

"What...is that?"

"Jiang Chen!"

"Does he want to face it alone?"

A man climbed out of the pit, pulled his head out of the soil, turned around and looked at the Yin River in the distance, and the bronze compass on it that was spinning wildly, oozing blood strangely, and becoming more and more weird.

“Dean!!” 02 slapped the ground helplessly, tears streaming down his face, as if his own father had died.

The other mentally ill patients who were about to show worried expressions froze when they saw this. With such a precious gem in front of them, all their expressions seemed pale and powerless.

suddenly.

Everything between heaven and earth froze, the whistling wind disappeared, the roaring Yin River stopped in mid-air, and the ghost messengers and mental patients all had their hair standing on end, as if their scalps were about to explode.

An indescribable feeling of horror.

Covered the whole place.

A figure appeared in the field and stood on the Yin River.

No one could see how he appeared, as if he had always been there, for thousands of years, unchanged.

The cold and majestic aura made no one dare to look directly at it.

Dressed in a black robe, his face blurred, a terrifying name was about to come out in everyone's heart: Xu Fu! !

The figure slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Chen with a horrified look.

He instantly felt his body go cold, his soul seemed to be frozen, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. It seemed that when the other party looked at him, he had become a dead man.

“No…that’s not right…”

A strong sense of unwillingness emerged from Jiang Chen's heart.

"I shouldn't die yet, why?!"

"A mere Ghost King..."

He felt a sense of disdain for no reason, and a blood-red sky appeared in his mind. A roar rose into the sky, and the terrifying pressure in front of him was shattered in an instant.

“Huh! Huh~”

Jiang Chen regained consciousness, gasping for breath greedily like a drowning man.

The figure in front remained silent, but there seemed to be a hint of surprise on that blurry face.

But it quickly raised a hand.

An even stronger aura of death enveloped Jiang Chen once again.

“Hehe~”

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

This time, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and smiled, silently reciting his bloodline talent in his heart.

A vast and powerful dragon aura emanated from him, and his eyes turned into a pair of dark golden vertical pupils, filled with unimaginable majesty.

"Xu Fu, do you still recognize me?"

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, and his voice changed, like a real dragon roaring.

The figure's hand stopped in mid-air, and his body trembled slightly. At this moment, the madly spinning bronze compass seemed to finally be unable to withstand the terrifying power of the figure, and with a "click", it shattered.

The figure gradually faded, as if it had never appeared.

…

On the endless ocean, huge ancient ships sailed through the wind and waves, with all kinds of huge shadows passing under the ships. Even in the howling wind and huge waves, the fleet was as stable as if it was on land.

On each ancient ship, there are all kinds of powerful and strange figures.

An empty deck.

The middle-aged man in Taoist robes stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes like two abysses, filled with unimaginable majesty.

suddenly.

A powerful aura burst out from him.

There was a panicked wail from the giant sea monster, and the powerful figures on the other boats also froze and trembled with fear.

The breath comes and goes quickly.

The middle-aged man on the deck had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only an incomprehensible mumbling.

"True dragon breath, that person, is he still alive..."