Chapter 110 Flesh and Blood

The silent understanding, Sean did not refuse to give in to others, this is a measure of strength.

Being the first to pick, Sean's first target was naturally the scepter that looked ordinary but was actually weird and might be an artifact.

Reaching out and grabbing the empty space, Sean's eyes showed a trace of surprise. The scepter was clearly there, both visually and with extraordinary perception, but he just grabbed it empty, as if the scepter was just there. It's like a phantom or in another dimension.

The astonishment in his heart flashed away, and after a pause, Sean kept palming his hands and grabbed the ten gray rings. Apart from the scepter, what he was most interested in was that this piece could control them through silk threads, and it was suspected of being a soul. of strange things.

After Sean made his choice, Holkins and others took action. Although they had expected it when Sean grabbed the scepter, they were still a little unwilling. After all, this might be a mythical item, but now they are hesitant. Yes, they saw the situation clearly.

The struggle in his eyes flashed away. Although his reason told Holkins that he should choose the golden crown first, his hand still reached for the strange scepter, and Mies also made the same choice as him. Yak.

There is no doubt that they missed it, and the final result was that Whitebeard got the golden crown, Asim got the bronze mask, Tamir got the luxurious robe, and Holkin was slowed down because he missed the scepter. Si and Misyak got nothing.

Naturally, some people were happy and some were disappointed with this result, but the real environment did not allow them to think too much. During the time they obtained the rare objects, the hull of the ship began to vibrate more and more violently, and began to collapse inward as a whole, as if there was a pair of big hands from the outside. Same as squeezing hard.

Not daring to hesitate or unable to hesitate, using Whitebeard as an arrow, Sean and his team burst out with astonishing power and forcibly broke through.

"One style·Beng Fist."

The blood energy exploded, and the armed domineering energy covered it. Facing the wall that was squeezing in front of him, Whitebeard didn't hesitate and punched it directly.

The wall shattered, but strangely, there was no clear and crisp collision sound as it should have. Instead, it was extremely dull.

"This wall is bleeding."

Asim, who was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, immediately noticed something was wrong. He saw traces of blood seeping out from the break in the wall broken by Whitebeard's punch.

"It's really blood."

The situation became even more bizarre. Several people present had experienced killings, and they knew clearly that it was really blood, and it was human blood.

"Come on, this thing is repairing itself."

The wall squirmed like a living thing, and the gap that Whitebeard had just opened was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under such circumstances, Sean and others had no time to think too much and could only continue to break through outwards, breaking through any obstacles they encountered with one punch.

Outside, below the Black Throne.

The sea water is gray, without any trace of life, but there are densely packed figures on the seabed, many in number, either thousands or tens of thousands. Most of them are in tatters, many of them are naked, and their flesh and blood are dried up, as if they are wearing clothes. A skeleton wearing pale human skin.

They knelt down like the sailors before. The difference was that they did not lower their heads. Instead, they looked up at the sky, as if they were looking up at their gods. Their empty vision converged. The direction these people looked up happened to be where the Black Throne was. direction, and when changes occurred in the Black Throne, these strange figures also began to change.

The faint blue light invisible to the naked eye surges from the bodies of these people, seeming to break free from the restraints of their bodies, making the already horrifying faces of these figures become even more ferocious.

At one point, two o'clock, countless blue light groups broke free from the shackles of the body and floated upward. Hidden under the light were twisted human faces.

Derived from flesh and blood, the interior of the Black Throne became increasingly weird in a short period of time.

It was as if it had changed from a dead object to a life of flesh and blood. At the same time, a cold aura that made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave began to breed from within the Black Throne.

Poof, the last wall of flesh and blood was broken, and Sean and his group finally saw the gloomy sky again.

Hey, everyone used their own methods and their bodies were like lightning. Everyone quickly caught up with their ship, which had begun to retreat when they saw that something was wrong.

On the deck, after being separated from the Black Throne, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was only then that they were in the mood to observe the specific situation. At this moment, they saw that the Black Throne had completely disappeared, and there was only a huge group of similar things. Something like flesh and blood floated quietly on the surface of the sea.

"What the hell is this?"

At this moment, even Holkins, who had profound knowledge in mysticism, fell into deep doubts.

"I don't know, but this thing is dangerous."

The sharp edge was revealed, and the unsheathed sword in Taimuer's hand was humming in a low voice.

"This seems to be some kind of evil ritual seeking resurrection."

After observing for a while, Misyak gave an uncertain answer.

After hearing this, everyone was thoughtful. Before the recovery of magic power, resurrection was only something that existed in mythology, history and biographical novels, but now it may have appeared in front of them.

More and more blue light groups emerged from the seabed, like a tide of fish. As these light groups merged, the pungent smell of blood began to permeate the sea. With the soul fruit, Sean saw It is very clear that the blue light groups are twisted souls.

Plop, plop, a strange sound suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

"This sound can't be the sound of a heartbeat."

Asim clutched his heart that was beating faster and faster, and there was a trace of disbelief in Asim's words.

"Yes, it's the heartbeat."

Looking at the ball of flesh and blood that was squirming violently, as if being kneaded by someone, Sean's expression was particularly solemn. He felt a threat, a fatal threat.

"What do we do now?"

Misyak's expression was equally solemn, and he obviously felt the same as Sean.

"Of course it was solved."

Before he finished speaking, Taimeil held his sword and slashed. Two pale silver sword energy crossed into a cross and slashed hard at the floating mass of flesh and blood.

Lifting Qi Slash is a very simple secret skill that basically any knight-type extraordinary above the third level will learn. However, it is just such a common secret skill that is currently in the hands of Tamil, a fourth-level sword master. It has a kind of sharpness that is difficult to look at directly, but even such a powerful slash is extremely weak when facing the mass of flesh and blood. There is no result except cutting a small slit, and this small slit is extremely weak. The seam disappeared instantly with a squirm of flesh and blood.

Seeing this situation, not only Taiyil, but also Holkins and others looked unhappy. Although Taiyil was only a fourth-level transcendent on the potion path, his potion system was special and he was a fourth-level sword master. Its pure lethality is astonishing, and it is definitely one of the top among the group.

Although they had expected it in their hearts, they were still unwilling to do so. Misyak and Holkins launched attacks on the flesh and blood mass at the same time. Unfortunately, the results were as expected.