Chapter 662 Where Should the Soul Ferry Go? (10,000)

Ron rarely had that strong urge to beat someone to death.

But at this moment, Ron really couldn't control himself.

After hearing Zhou Yang's words, Ron really had the idea of ​​rushing up, grabbing Zhou Yang's neck, and banging this guy's head against the wall. Moreover, this idea was so strong that he wanted to En tried hard for a long time before he managed to suppress it.

Listen, listen, is this human language?

There are so many strong people who want to become gods. Which one doesn't have to go through millions of hardships?

For any practitioner, the road to becoming a god is not full of hardships?

If you are not careful, it will be a disaster.

But it's Zhou Yang's turn. Just being confirmed as the prince and the next Twilight King, this guy has become a god. Do you dare to be more childish?

Not to mention Zhou Yang, even Philomena and Elsa had black lines all over their foreheads.

Ron felt that he had better not continue to argue with Zhou Yang on this matter, otherwise he would definitely be the one who couldn't stand it in the end. He took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his chest: "Brother, you are so anxious. I called you here, maybe you want me to stay in the mausoleum like you and chat with you, right?"

nine years.

There are still nine years left, so when you called me here in such a hurry, you thought something was urgent.

Soon Ron discovered a serious problem, that is, Zhou Yang's face was obviously much thicker than Ron imagined. When Ron was upset, Zhou Yang didn't feel ashamed at all, but felt shameless. He spread his hands and said: "There is no way, I can't leave the Dusk Temple now, and this place has nothing but a lot of coffins. It's really boring."

This is really the purpose.

Ron's eyes were a little dark, his lips were trembling, and his eyelids were twitching.

Both hands clenched subconsciously, wanting to punch Zhou Yang hard in the eyes.

After all, I have been in the Twilight Continent for so many years. This is the first time I have encountered someone as unreliable as Zhou Yang.

"Sorry, I don't have that much time to waste here. Nine years. I will come here in nine years." As he said this, Ron patted the dust behind his butt and prepared to leave from here.

Even if Ron is very clear about the existence of these ancient bronze coffins, this does not mean that Ron is willing to give up a lot of beautiful women and come over to stay in the grave with a big man. inside.

This is a matter of principle.

"Hey, hey, don't leave in a hurry." Zhou Yang suddenly panicked.

This guy is obviously the last Twilight King of the Twilight Dynasty, but his current appearance doesn't even have the temperament and dignity of a Twilight King, and the expression on his face even looks a little aggrieved.

That look made Ron speechless for a while: "Please, I have a lot of things to deal with. Why waste nine years here chatting with you? I'm crazy. I'd rather take advantage of this time to find a way to see what I can do." You can’t raise your level any higher.”

"What's more, loneliness doesn't mean anything. Isn't Miss Philomena here? She has to survive the tribulation here, and it will take some time to adjust her physical and mental state. Don't worry, it will be fine."

Waving his hand, Ron turned around and left without giving Zhou Yang a chance to stay.

As for Elsa, she immediately followed Ron.

Philomena originally wanted to leave, but finally stopped.

After all, the most important thing for Philomena is to adjust her physical and mental state to face the Nine Tribulations Thunder.

Although this place is a mausoleum, it has a calm atmosphere and is very quiet. It is considered a good place.

At that moment, Philomena found a corner far away from Zhou Yang, sat down directly, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became even.

For a moment, Zhou Yang was the only one left in the huge and empty mausoleum, blinking his eyes as big as a basin, with a speechless face. Although it seemed that there was indeed one more person in the mausoleum, but...it seemed like he There has been no change in my treatment, which feels really bad.

That’s it, that’s all, all of them are heartless.

Zhou Yang was muttering, stood up, and walked out of the mausoleum.

While this little girl is adjusting her mentality, prepare some equipment, magic potions and the like for this girl. After all, it is also the rule of the fellow villagers. According to seniority, you have to call yourself uncle.

Although this girl has never screamed.

He didn't even say a word to himself.

This tutor is really bad.

When I meet that guy Archibald later, I must talk about him well.

…

On the other side, Ron and Elsa had left the Twilight Temple.

Ron first used message magic to inform Partridge and Hefferson about what Zhou Yang said about how to become a god, and even contacted Montelicia. As for what these people can understand. , then it's not something Ron can control.

After doing all this, Ron returned to the Twilight Temple.

Then he rotated the ring on his finger, and his consciousness gradually began to sink.

Ron had long been accustomed to that roller coaster feeling, and now he no longer felt any discomfort.

When he opened his eyes again, the soul had already boarded the soul boat.

Also appearing at the same time was Elsa.

"What are you going to do?" This time, Elsa took the initiative to speak: "Do you want to continue to practice in seclusion on the third floor, or..."

Ron shook his head.

Practicing in seclusion on the third floor is indeed twice the result with half the effort.

But, nine years is too short.

Even if nine years on the third floor may be more than a hundred years, this time is still too short.

It is impossible to improve one's strength to the realm of God in a hundred years by practicing hard. At most, it is the peak of demigod.

But, for Ron, there is not much difference between the late demigod and the peak demigod.

When facing the fate maintainer, the peak demigod is even more the same as the late demigod, both are ants, and they can completely bury you with just one look.

"Elsa, you say... where will this soul ferry go?" Ron asked suddenly.

Elsa spread her hands: "Who knows..."

"When I was in control of the Soul Ferry, although I controlled it to wander around, no matter which direction I went, there was always a dark ocean around me. Except for the Cemetery of the Gods, I never landed."

"Actually..."

Elsa's face suddenly became strange, and her figure suddenly floated in front of Ron, staring at him quietly with two pairs of eyes, one black and one white: "Actually, in the future conflict with the Fate Keeper, you can get some other helpers."

"You mean, those gods?"

Two wars of the gods.

Most of the gods defected.

Some of these defected gods died in the war, and some hid in the Cemetery of the Gods to recover.

If these sleeping gods can be awakened, it is undeniable that it is indeed a very powerful force, and can even influence the situation on the battlefield.

But...

"Aren't all these gods seriously injured?" Ron asked.

"So what if he's seriously injured? Gods are gods after all. Even seriously injured gods are far more powerful than ordinary practitioners." Elsa's voice was clear and cold, quite pleasant to hear: "What's more, it's just a serious injury, not death. There is always a way to treat the injury, right?"

"The premise should be to find the cemetery of the gods first, right?" Ron thought for a while, and then looked at the dark sea around him.

"Do you still remember the direction?"

Elsa's pretty face flushed slightly: "Well, I... I haven't operated the Soul Ferry for a long time, and I was also seriously injured and had some memory loss, so..."

Ron rolled his eyes, cut, lost the direction, lost the direction, and found an excuse for memory loss? You're embarrassed.

Ron's eyes made Elsa feel quite ashamed.

As the goddess of life and death, she is the one with the highest status and the strongest power among many gods. It's really embarrassing to get lost.

Elsa even had the urge to crash her head against the bone railing and die.

However, considering her vigorous vitality, such an action would only make her more embarrassed, and Elsa gradually gave up the urge to hit the wall.

Of course, face still needs to be recovered.

Elsa cleared her throat: "Although I can't remember where the cemetery of the gods is for the time being, but... as far as I know, there is also a god suppressed in the deepest part of the Black Sea."

Elsa's words made Ron stunned.

He suddenly remembered that when he landed on the Soul Ferry once, his consciousness seemed to be out of control. Under the traction of some force, his consciousness directly entered the Black Sea, and then traveled through large areas of silt and bones.

Finally, he stopped in front of a strange, huge stone tablet.

The size of the stone tablet is comparable to the Nine-Step Heaven Tablet, or even larger.

The only difference from the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele is that the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele itself is more like a huge stone, while the stele filled with chaotic aura in the depths of the Black Sea is more like a patchwork of different smaller stele.

The stele was surrounded by gray-black fog.

Many small stele have been eroded by the fog.

But there are still three or five smaller stele that have not been completely swallowed up.

Among these stele, there is the stele that binds the Goddess of Dawn.

Ron still clearly remembers that on the stele, the body of the Goddess of Dawn was wrapped with dense chains, as if suppressed by some mysterious, powerful and terrifying existence.

He also remembers that it was during this encounter that the Goddess of Dawn dug out her heart and stuffed it into his chest, giving him the opportunity to save Seraphina.

And now, Ostara's heart is still beating strongly in his chest.

Along the way, Ostara's heart provided great help to Ron. No matter how many times his body was destroyed or how many times he was between life and death, it was the powerful beating of Ostara's heart that healed Ron's defects.

If it weren't for the help of Ostara's heart, Ron felt that he might have died several times.

Of course, if it weren't for Ostara's heart's abnormal healing ability, Ron would not have been so arrogant in many cases.

Goddess of Dawn.

The head of the Seven Gods.

One of the gods who first realized that he was brainwashed.

Among many gods, he is second only to the goddess of life and death, Elsa. His fighting power is as strong as that of the aggressive Dragon God and the God of Wilderness. If he is equipped with his own powerful healing ability, he will be even more powerful.

If he can rescue the Goddess of Dawn, it will be like having an extra administrator-level strongman.

Ron's heart was pounding.

Even though he knew that the depths of the Black Sea were full of dangers.

There were countless sea snakes. Once entangled, the situation would probably become very bad, but even so, Ron still felt that it was necessary to try.

Ron even knew the direction roughly.

He stood with his back to the bow, and then his soul floated towards the left hand side.

He put on the Eye of Secrets in advance.

Densely packed, entangled and twisting sea snakes appeared in front of Ron. Many sea snakes had even climbed onto the hull and were moving towards the deck with difficulty.

"The sun is rising."

Snap.

Ron snapped his fingers.

A rising sun appeared above Ron's head.

In this mysterious space, above this black sea, a dazzling sun appeared out of thin air.

The bright moonlight brought warmth, like a sharp sword tearing the surrounding darkness, and then falling towards the bottom.

The light enveloped every corner, without leaving any small area.

Hiss!

Just as the power of dawn shone on these sea snakes, Ron immediately felt a strange sound drilling into his ears. The hoarse sound had an indescribable penetrating power. For a moment, Ron even felt that his eardrum was about to be penetrated, and his mind even bred indescribable irritation because of this weird sound.

Ron was just a little uncomfortable. In comparison, the situation of those sea snakes seemed very bad.

For Ron, the rising sun brought warmth, but for the sea snakes, it was like concentrated sulfuric acid.

In an instant, large patches of rot and decay appeared on the surface of the sea snakes, and thick white smoke with a foul odor rolled in the air.

The dawn light made these sea snakes extremely painful. Their slender bodies twisted like crazy, and Ron's scalp was numb at the sight of them.

The hissing sound was continuous.

Ron watched helplessly as the sea snakes that had climbed onto the side of the ship fell off the ship and into the ocean because they could not control their bodies, splashing waves.

The surface of the Black Sea, which was covered with a thick layer of sea snakes, was even more densely squirming.

Even normal people who do not have all kinds of strange phobias would get goose bumps when seeing this scene.

As the sun rose, the brightness of the dawn light became more and more dazzling, and the temperature continued to rise.

It was visible to the naked eye that the flesh and blood of countless sea snakes below had begun to rot and melt, revealing the hook-like snake bones inside.

Before long, even the snake bones began to rot.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and there was no sea snake that could still wriggle as far as Ron could see... No, there was not even a complete sea snake.

All the sea snakes, whether bones or flesh, had rotted.

The surface of the Black Sea was even covered with a thick layer of mucus.

Just above the mucus was the tattered snake skin.

To be honest, wanting Ron to plunge into such filthy sea water like this would definitely be a serious psychological and mental trauma. Although Ron was not a germaphobe, he could not stand this sticky red and white stuff.

He sighed and waved his hand. A whirlwind appeared out of thin air on the surface of the Black Sea, rolling up the filth on the sea surface and gradually drifting towards the distance.

After a slightly cleaner seawater finally appeared next to the ship, Ron's soul jumped down and dived directly into the Black Sea.

As soon as he entered the seawater, a creepy cold feeling instantly penetrated him, and Ron's soul couldn't help but shiver.

After a short pause, Ron's soul followed the vague direction in his memory and began to dive quickly.

This was a very long process. Fortunately, Ron was now a pure soul and didn't need to breathe, otherwise he would have suffocated to death.

After about an hour, Ron finally dived to the bottom of the Black Sea, above a lot of silt.

But this time, Ron wore the Eye of Peering. Through this monocle, Ron saw many things that he had never noticed before.

In the mud at the bottom of the Black Sea, there are a lot of huge white bones buried, and countless gray-black silk threads are entangled on the bones. In the faint sound, Ron can even feel the roars of anger, resentment, and madness coming from his ears.

It seems that the residual souls of these kings are unwilling to dissipate and still stay in the world.

If you look closely, you can find that these muds are like some rotten meat with a heart and heartbeat, slowly wriggling.

On the surface of the mud, you can even peek into long objects from time to time, sliding crookedly in the mud... They are sea snakes.

These weird sea snakes entangle those broken souls that are unwilling to dissipate, biting and devouring them.

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