Of course, if I want to control this mysterious black warship, I think about it. Let’s not talk about it for now. I don’t know what this mysterious black warship is, what does it mean to take me there? Even the terrifying aura of destruction it emits is something I cannot compete with.

At the beginning, I had no choice but to approach this mysterious black warship. At the beginning, I was gambling, betting whether my world bracelet could withstand the terrifying aura of destruction emitted by this mysterious black warship.

However, I am not gambling without brains.

Since the last time I met this mysterious black warship and I was able to escape it safely, I must have a terrifying aura of destruction that it emits.

Finally, I made the bet right. I am afraid that I will die even more than the dead fish.

I stood on the deck of this mysterious black warship. I watched it continue to destroy, and I sighed:

"If this mysterious black warship passes through the places where the ghost cultivators are, can the ghost cultivators resist?"

The next day, my questions were confirmed.

This ship that represents the death warship flew directly to a city. From a downward perspective, this city is a relatively large city.

I stood on the deck and looked down, and I found that this city was basically filled with ghost cultivators. I thought this city was a city for cultivators.

At this time, the mysterious black warship flew directly over the city.

Suddenly, the ghost cultivators in the city seemed to sense a breath, a destructive aura from the mysterious black warship, so they all started to flee one by one, some ran quickly, some were controlling their mount spirit beasts, and some directly sacrificed flying swords and magic weapons, and began to flee around.

"Mad, this black armor is so fucking harmful..." I looked down at the panic and panic, and I couldn't help but sigh.

Panic spread in the city, and all the ghost cultivators felt that death was approaching them.

"Escape quickly... This is the place where the ghost boat passes. It will not grow in any grass. It will not let go of any creature, and it will die..."

Suddenly, a ghost cultivator began to roar. I guess this ghost cultivator must have seen this mysterious black warship.

It is rumored that this ghost boat has existed in the distant era. Over the years, the ghost boat will appear every once in a while, as if it was specially designed to destroy living beings.

Whether it is a big city or a big sect, all the places where this ghost boat passes will be destroyed, but no one can understand its route. It has been wandering around for many years and is regarded as a taboo thing in our underworld."

"There are fifty great spirits hanging on the ghost boat. I don't know when it was hung. Once upon a time, more than a dozen peerless powerful people in our underworld took action to destroy this ghost boat. However, they were deprived of their vitality without even touching the edge of this ghost boat. Those are all powerful people. Even if they stomp their feet, they can't do anything to this ghost boat with their joint efforts!"

Where did a ghost cultivator sigh?

"Cao, are you a fucking idiot? You might as well run away quickly. You are still leisurely and elegant. Here you introduce the origin of the Ghost Boat. You are a fucking idiot..."

Suddenly, a ghost cultivator mocked the ghost cultivator who explained it here.

The Gui Xiu, who was explaining, seemed to think he was a little stupid, so he showed a look of shame on his face. The next moment, he would dare to introduce him where he would just sit on his mount and run away to the distance.

At this moment, the big city became a mess, and basically every ghost cultivator was running to escape.

In an instant, spiritual beasts, gorgeous sword lights, and sword lights cut through the sky.

"Look, there is a person standing on the ghost boat..."

At this moment, a ghost cultivator saw me standing on the deck of the ghost boat, and he immediately started to drink.

"Mad, there is really someone..."

"Yes, I saw it..."

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For a moment, many ghost cultivators began to speak out in surprise.

Since the ghost boat was going to kill, its flight speed was already slow. At this slowness, the things on the ghost boat could be clearly seen, so I stood on the deck, and of course these ghost cultivators could see very clearly.

At this time, I was wearing a black robe, which was prepared for me by Yu Rou Qingshuang.

The man in black robe stood on the deck of the ghost boat, still calm and composed, which added the fame that the ghost boat had and the destructive aura it emitted.

Suddenly, the ghost cultivators who saw me all regarded me as the god of death.

"Is that the God of Death?"

"It's really like the god of death..."

"Run quickly... Death is driving the ghost boat to demand our lives. Run quickly. If we don't run, we will all be killed by Death..."

Suddenly, the panic worsened again, and they were muttering, running and running around.

The already chaotic city once again aggravated the panic.

However, even so, only a small part of the ghost cultivators in this city escaped, and most of them were trapped in the city.

The ghost boat flew past, and all the creatures in the entire city lost their vitality at that moment. Whether it was ghost cultivators, livestock, or spiritual beasts that were slaves or raised by ghost cultivators, their lives were taken in an instant.

Some flowers, plants and trees are even deprived of their vitality.

I stood on the deck of the ghost boat and took all these tragedies. At this moment, I felt like a god of death. I drove the ghost boat and deprived thousands of ghost cultivators. I didn't even let go of livestock, flowers, plants, and trees.

At this moment, I really don't know what to say.

To be honest, this is the first time I have experienced such a thing personally. Before I was in a hurry, I saw a scene like this, that was, on TV, and watching that war movie, but now, I have experienced it myself.

For a moment, I felt a lot.

I found that life is really fragile. Once a person dies, he is really dead.

"Ghost Boat, it turns out that this mysterious black warship is called Ghost Boat..." Because the ghost cultivators who were taken away were all roaring in horror. So I learned that the mysterious black warship that took me away was called Ghost Boat.

Ghost Boat!

This name really fits this mysterious black warship. It is really a ghost, a life-seeking ghost from hell.

And I became the commander of this life-seeking ghost: Death!

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Another day passed.

On this day, the ghost boat appeared again above a sect with ghost cultivators.

The reason why we came to a sect is that the buildings here are similar to those of the sect buildings.

Independent mountains and independent palaces, with awesome spirit.

If it were a city, there would be no such spiritual energy.

Judging from the abundant spiritual energy now, you can be sure that this is a sect.

Because the first choice of a sect's establishment is a place with abundant spiritual energy. If the spiritual energy is abundant, it will be beneficial for the disciples of the sect to practice.

However, the arrival of the Ghost Boat brought great panic to this sect.

Feeling the aura of destruction and the ghost boat that appeared, the disciples from this sect fled one by one, not daring to stay at all.

Even the heads of the sects, the elders chose to escape from this place directly. Even if they abandoned the foundation they created, they would not dare to stay at all.

"Hey, this ghost boat has disappeared for a hundred years, why did it suddenly appear today? You said you appeared as soon as you appeared, why did it appear over my sect?" said the escaped leader.

At this moment, he was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. He couldn't even figure out why this ghost boat came to his sect?

Originally, if his sect had developed for several years, he could have been directly promoted to a second-rate sect. However, now that he was tortured by this ghost boat, let alone the second-rate sect, it would be a big unknown whether the third-rate sect can be retained. After all, wherever the ghost boat passes, it is impossible to say that there is no grass growing.

"Master, look, there is a young man on the ghost boat. Do you think this is the God of Death?" An elder suddenly started roaring.

"Huh?" The headmaster was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw a boy. He was still a boy in a black robe. At this moment, the boy was really like a god of death under the momentum of the ghost boat.

"It's a disaster, it seems that our underworld will suffer a great disaster this time..." After the head sected, his old face immediately looked solemn.

"What's wrong? The head teacher..." a disciple asked.
Chapter completed!