Yama Rising Chapter 1106: : Neverland (1)

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Qin Ye and the smoke mirror stood on the deck.

It's cold... it's cold forever.

Obviously it is in the Caribbean Sea, which is like spring all year round, but it just feels like it is sailing into the Arctic Ocean. However, nothing has changed in the sea.

It's like an invisible line, one side is the sun, and the other is the underworld. And they... just crossed the line.

"What a strong yin." Qin Ye stared at the sea, the sea here is dark blue, and the blue is a little black. He saw very clearly that it was nothing else that made the sea surface black, but the yin atmosphere that might have condensed for thousands of years under the sea!

Endless!

"Times have passed for a long time." He stretched out his hand, grabbed it, and wisps of yin air wrapped around his fingertips. He felt it carefully: "Unconsciously, these yin airs have no master."

"This is Hipaktree's Yin Qi." The smoke mirror did not make any movement, and sneered: "Its Yin Qi, I am too familiar with it."

"Look, what else is special here?"

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows to look, and a few seconds later he said in a deep voice: "Dead Zone."

There are no seabirds, no fish, and even the waves will not surging, even the wind smells of death. In the passionate ocean of the outside world, it seems to be dead here.

Walking in this silent and angry sea is like walking slowly towards doom and destruction. The silent silence and silence are enough to drive everyone crazy.

Just at the end of the sky and the sea, a vast white mist enveloped all sides, and the black and white tones set off a kind of solemnity, as if the ship was driving towards the mourning hall step by step.

"This sea area has been polluted by the breath of Hipactree. The resentment that it died here makes this a natural prison." The smoke mirror slowly said: "Any creature entering here will be hoped Packtree’s resentment has been suppressed for thousands of years. No matter how strong he is, he will continue to weaken and die. And...no one can feel...The second generation of Yama may be able to. As long as the strength is not more than the mother of the sea monster before his death, This is the strongest cell."

"How long is there?"

He asked Woody following behind.

Woody has minimized his sense of existence, but he was still shocked when he heard this sentence, his shoulders shook suddenly, and then he whispered: "Half a day..."

As if remembering something terrible, his Adam's apple moved fiercely, and he whispered: "That island...very weird. It, it only appears in the middle of the night. And it will always be shrouded in mist— -It is the white fog that the two lords see now. The fog and the unknown are the biggest taboos on the sea. Any boat will go around when they see it. If it weren't for that map, we would never have expected that in the middle of the night... an island would appear there. !"

The sea breeze was blowing on Qin Ye's black hair, he arbitrarily straightened out, and said lightly: "What's on it?"

"Monster!!!" Woody's voice became a bit sharp, and he tremblingly said: "Unspeakable monster... Then, that shouldn't be an island on human territory at all!"

"The people we took with us are dead... They are all dead! I'm the only one left to escape!" His hands fell into his hair, he tugged hard, his eyes were a little red: "Your Excellency, don't go ...Don't go! Even you will be swallowed by that piece of hell!"

"It doesn't matter." Qin Ye said calmly: "I come from hell."

Woody's voice stopped abruptly.

Only then did he realize that there was no shadow of the two of them in the sun!

The messenger of hell...return to hell... he was covered with cold sweat, bit his lip lightly, never daring to say a word again. However, he tried to hide away from the two demons.

Time passed quickly, and night fell silently. At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the moonlight filled the sea. Qin Ye and the smoke mirror who were tasting wine in the cabin raised their eyes at the same time, looking at the sea.

Sand...sand...the sound of waves came softly, like soothing strings.

Very ordinary.

But...in the daytime here, there is not even the sound of the waves! It is an absolute dead zone!

It seems...at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night...this sea area has regained consciousness.

Reaper opened its eyes, and the demon opened its cage. Qin Ye's figure flashed, and he appeared on the deck at the same time as the smoke mirror.

However, they are not the only ones here.

"Galvin...Francis." The smoke mirror squinted, and his eyes passed coldly across the two white men on the deck: "Why are you here?"

After experiencing such a horrible scene, they even dared to appear on the deck late at night. According to human thinking, they should tremble with Woody now.

Galvin and Francis turned their heads blankly, and Qin Ye raised his hand to stop the smoke mirror from continuing. Because they could see clearly, their faces were pale, and...the whole body was shaking.

He glanced at the time subconsciously.

12:03 in the morning.

"Your Excellency..." Galvin's voice didn't have a hint of anger. He didn't see him in just a few hours. He seemed to be several years old with sunken eye sockets, and his hair turned white.

This is caused by excessive fear. They can't even pay attention to breathing now, and their voice floated and said: "The ship... is moving..."

Isn't the ship moving all the time? Qin Ye frowned slightly and did not speak.

Because he knows that he doesn't need to ask, the other party will continue.

"The ship is moving...The ship is moving!" Galvin was on the verge of collapse, and he fell on the deck with a plop, his stern voice was like a hoarse supper in the lonely dark black face at night , Screamed desperately: "Twelve o'clock...twelve o'clock exactly!!!"

"We don't have distillate fuel oil on our ship!!!"

Swipe! Qin Ye's eyes finally became serious, and before Francis and Galvin finished speaking, they had already rushed up the guardrail of the bow like sharp arrows, staring at the front.

"Do you feel it?" he said solemnly. The smoke mirror also feels a bit exploded on the scalp now: "No...but...what is pulling our boat now?"

Yes, I can't feel any yin air!

The two of them ruled the eyes of the **** of death, and there was no doubt that the sea was still the sea, and the white mist was still white mist. But the boat moved!

Straight... drove forward indefinitely.

The two looked at each other, but before they could speak, the sea...moved.

Wow... the white mist at the end of the sea and sky in the afternoon is at most three kilometers away from them. And these white mists... unexpectedly began to unfold in threads.

Like a white lotus on the sea, blooming at midnight.

As it stretches, the waves below are surging layer by layer, crashing! Layer upon layer, pushed thousands of meters away, it has turned into a tide of about one meter!

"The island has risen..." The smoke mirror looked straight at the center of the white mist: "I can feel... an aura belonging to the gods is slowly rising! But... this... this is not the father God!"

"Who is it!"

"I don't feel clear!" The smoke mirror pressed his temple fiercely: "I know...I must know! And very familiar! It's just...It's just that his yin aura is blocked by Hipacktree's resentment. I feel

Not coming out! "

Qin Ye took a deep breath: "Is it dead or alive?"

"Dead! This is something that the other party has deposited authority... Sacred artifact... Yes! It is an artifact that belongs to the other party! But not the Father!"

Puff! ! At this moment, the white mist exploded! No... it's not exploded, it's thousands of black shadows, spewing out from the white mist with long white tobacco!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahah there!" Galvin and Francis had been shocked, two burly men close to 1.9 meters were hugged together, tears flowed, and the screams were comparable to those of a third-rate horror movie girl protagonist.

At the bow of the ship, the wind suddenly rose, and the black robe that was blowing Qin Ye was raised almost straight. He pulled slightly, staring into the air.

Thousands of black shadows slid across the sky like a sharp arrow. The speed was too fast, leaving looming traces of tobacco in the dark sky.

He could see clearly that it was... a bird with bones.

"Qin Yan Wang...Look..." Before he could sort out his thoughts, the smoke mirror's surprised voice sounded. Qin Ye looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Under the sea... Countless lights appeared!

They are slowly floating up, as if they have heard the twelve o'clock command. In less than three minutes, it had completely floated, and the bright lights were all glass bottles!

A glass bottle with parchment rolled in it!

Each is about the size of a beer bottle, and thousands of them. They are densely floating on the sea beyond the white mist, spreading at least 30 meters, and there is no count!

"This is..." Qin Ye frowned. These things gave him a very familiar feeling, but... he didn't remember what it was.

Boom——!

However, there was no time to think about it at all. In the next second, the whole ship rushed forward frantically as if being pulled by a giant!

Wow! The bottle on the sea surface was washed away and the sea breeze has turned into a violent wind! The speed of this ship is beyond common sense. Even the screams of Galvin and Francis were still a hundred meters away in the last second, and the next second, it had changed a place.

"In forty seconds, we will enter the white mist." Qin Ye took a deep breath and pressed his brows.

In my mind, countless pictures are quickly assembled, and time flicks past. Ten seconds later, his mind suddenly brightened, and he looked up and said: "The three deaths in the Caribbean!"

"What?" the smoke mirror said loudly.

Qin Ye shook his head, his eyes brighter and brighter.

Most of the puzzles he encountered have been solved. But there is a puzzle that he has not touched and has not solved.

That's... how did the Grim Reaper script of the Caribbean Three Grim Reapers come from!

Heaven said that this is not a product of the underworld. Whose product is that?

And that script... The three gods of death said that it was the parchment in the bottle, salvaged in the sea.

At the same time... he has also come into contact with the letter in a bottle, and the content of the letter can even stimulate Yan Luo's nerves.

They... all come from here?

Isn't this...

"Oh..." Before he could finish thinking about it, a deep roar suddenly came to mind on the entire sea.

The tone is low and deep, but the volume is extremely magnificent, shaking the entire sea surface!

It is like the cry of countless old and young, as if the regret of thousands of sinners, hoarseness, and sin, reaching the bottom of the heart!

"Help me..."

"So painful...Help me..."

"I will give you everything you want!!"