Wu Po Jiuxiao

The breath of the strong and the breath of battle.

Any of them can kill Ye Fantian in seconds.

Moreover, after such a long time, it has not disappeared, which really shocked Ye Fantian.

Now he can already conclude that this is an extremely ancient beast warship.

Now that they have come here, Ye Fantian and the Bull Demon King had no choice but to put aside their worries, then began to look around, and slowly pushed open the cabin.

This cabin is huge and boundless, like a palace, even bigger than Ye Fantian's disc.

There are ancient stone pillars and carved totems everywhere, which are extremely luxuriously decorated.

But because of the years, these stone pillars and decorations have been destroyed for a long time.

But the most important thing is a clear trace.

It was a mark the size of a fist.

This trace spread directly from above, and then reached the interior of the cabin.

There, a vague figure is among them.

It can be vaguely seen that this is the figure of a warrior.

The other party was wearing a black armor with ancient patterns engraved on it. The patterns were extremely evil, and the evil fluctuations could be clearly felt from such a distance.

"Slaying with a single sword, after traveling countless distances, he actually fell into this person's body. I don't know what kind of strong man this guy offended, and he actually attracted the opponent's attack."

Ye Fantian said in a low voice.

Immediately walked towards each other.

Grains of sand are flowing slowly around.

"After such a long time, no matter how powerful a martial artist is, he will be turned into ashes..."

Ye Fantian said with a sigh.

After the fall, if you still want your physical body to last forever, this can only be achieved by those whose physical body was extremely powerful during their lifetime.

It is difficult for ordinary people to reach this level.

"What a terrible guy..."

Following that sword mark, Ye Fantian came to the end.

There, the man in black armor was sitting on a luxurious dragon chair.

This dragon chair is carved out of the head of an ancient ferocious beast, ferocious and evil.

There are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one heads of the beast, each of which is shimmering with slight fluctuations.

The fluctuations condensed together and spread to the surroundings.

Ye Fantian's heart moved slightly, it seemed that the fluctuation just now was quite similar to the fluctuation of these heads.

This man in armor was lifelike, with his head covered by his palms, so he couldn't see the real appearance of the other party.

But the more Ye Fantian looked at it, the more surprised he became.

It is really rare for the other party to be preserved so completely after such a long time.

At this moment, Ye Fantian's heart suddenly moved, and he felt a little something wrong in his heart.

A hand quickly raised towards the opponent.

But at this moment, two rays of light suddenly burst out.

"laugh……"

"clank!!"

Like a sword out of its sheath.

Set off layers of riots.

The terrifying airflow distorted, and the light shot towards Ye Fantian's eyebrows.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A weird laugh suddenly appeared.

Ye Fantian's mind turned quickly, his body flickered quickly, and he was running like a snake, and he shouted loudly:

"Go... get out of here!!"

The Bull Demon King ran wildly.

"Chong!"

The cabin door slammed shut.

"I wipe!"

The Bull Demon King cursed loudly.

But the expression on Ye Fantian's face began to change.

The face of the figure in front of him finally appeared in front of Ye Fantian.

Shaved?

Binocular?

That horrifying look, wasn't the Zen disciple that Ye Fantian had just seen and let himself kiss on a meteorite with his own hands, who else could it be?

For a moment, a coolness quickly appeared in my heart...