Qin Ye and Yanwujing stood on the deck.

Cold... endless coldness.

It was clearly in the Caribbean Sea where all seasons were like spring, but it felt like it was sailing into the Arctic Ocean. However, the sea surface had not changed at all.

It was like an invisible line, one side was the world of the world and the other side was the underworld. And they... had just passed the line.

"What a strong yin energy." Qin Ye stared at the sea surface. The sea surface here was ink blue, so blue that it turned a little black. He saw it very clearly. It was nothing else that made the sea surface black, but the yin energy that had been condensed under the sea water for thousands of years!

Endless!

"The times have passed for a long time." He stretched out his hand, grabbed it with his hands, and strands of yin energy wrapped around his fingertips. He felt it carefully: "There is no consciousness, these yin energy has no master."

"This is the Yin Qi of Hippaktri." Smoke Mirror did not make any moves and sneered: "I am so familiar with its Yin Qi."

"Look, what's more special here?"

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at him a few seconds later, saying in a deep voice: "Dead Domain."

There are no seabirds, no fish, and even the waves will not surging. Even the wind has a silence. In the passionate and passionate ocean outside, it seems like you have died here.

Walking in this sea without sound and vitality is like slowly moving towards end of time and destruction. The silent nirvana and silence are enough to drive everyone crazy.

And at the end of the sky and the sea, a vast white mist covers all directions, and the black and white tones further highlight 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 Hippaktri. The resentment of its death here has made it a natural prison." Smoke Mirror said slowly: "Any creature entering here will be suppressed by the resentment that Hippaktri has lasted for thousands of years. No matter how powerful it is, it will continue to weaken and die. And... no one can sense... the second generation of Hell may be able to do it. As long as its strength does not exceed the mother of the sea monsters before its death, this is the most powerful cell."

“How long will it take?”

He asked Woody who was following behind.

Woody tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, but he was still shocked when he heard this sentence. His shoulders shook suddenly, and then he whispered: "Half a day..."

As if he remembered something terrifying, his Adam's apple moved hard and whispered: "That island... is very strange. It only appears late at night. And it is always shrouded in the fog - the white fog that the two of you see now. The fog and the unknown are the biggest taboos on the sea. Any ship will circumvent it. If it weren't for that map, we would never have thought that in the middle of the night... an island would appear there!"

The sea breeze blew against Qin Ye's black hair. He sorted it out casually and said lightly: "What's on it?"

"Monster!!!" Woody's voice was a little sharp and he said tremblingly: "The unspeakable monster...then, that shouldn't be an island on the human territory at all!"

"The people we brought over were dead... all died! All I left escaped!" His hands were sank into his hair, and he pulled them hard, his eyes red: "Your Excellency, don't go... don't go! Even you will be swallowed by that hell!"

"It's okay." Qin Ye said calmly: "I'm from hell."

Woody's voice came to an abrupt end.

Only then did he realize that in the sun, the two of them had no trace of shadow!

The messenger of hell... Go back to hell... He sweated coldly, bit his lips gently, and never dared to say a word again. However, he tried hard to hide aside and stay away from the two demons.

Time passed quickly, and the night came quietly. Just at twelve o'clock in the night, when the moonlight spreads all over the sea. Qin Ye and Smoke Mirror, who were tasting wine in the cabin, raised their eyes at the distance and looked at the sea.

The sound of sand...sand...the sound of waves came gently, like soothing strings.

Very ordinary.

But... during the day here, there is not even the sound of waves! It is an absolute dead domain!

It seemed as if... at twelve o'clock in the night...this sea area woke up.

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

However, they are not the only ones here.

"Galvin...Francis." Smoke Mirror narrowed his eyes and his eyes flashed coldly across the two white men on the deck: "Why are you here?"

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

Galvin and Francis turned their heads dumbly, and Qin Ye raised his hand to stop the Smoke Mirror from continuing. Because they saw clearly, their faces turned pale and... were trembling all over.

He subconsciously glanced at the time.

12:03 am.

"Your Excellency..." Galvin's voice was not angry at all. He had not seen him for just a few hours. He was as if he had been several years old, his eyes were deep and his hair was gray.

This was caused by excessive fear. They couldn't even breathe now, and their voices floated and said, "The boat... is moving..."

Didn’t the ship keep moving? Qin Ye frowned slightly and didn’t speak.

Because he knew that he didn't need to ask, the other party would continue to talk.

"The boat is moving...the boat is moving!!" Galvin was on the verge of collapse. He fell on the deck with a plop. The shrill voice was like a hoarse night snack on the lonely dark face at night, screaming desperately: "Twelve o'clock...it's exactly twelve o'clock!!"

"Our ship has no distillate fuel oil!!!"

Sweep! Qin Ye's eyes finally became solemn. Before Francis and Galvin finished speaking, they had already rushed onto the bow guardrail like sharp arrows and stared at the front.

"Do you have any feelings?" He said solemnly. The smoke mirror also felt a little furious now: "No...but...what is pulling our ship now?"

Yes, I can’t feel any yin energy!

The eyes of the two of them, the god of death, could not see a trace of doubt. The sea was still the sea, the white fog was still the white fog. But the boat moved!

Straight...unveiled forward without moving forward.

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

The white fog that was still at the end of the sea and sky in the afternoon was now at most three thousand meters away from them. And these white fogs... actually began to stretch out in a wisp.

It is like a white lotus on the sea, blooming at midnight.

And as it stretches, the waves below storm layer by layer, rushing! They are stacked up and pushed thousands of meters away, and have turned into a tide of about one meter!

"The island is rising..." The smoke mirror looked straight at the center of the white mist: "I can feel... a breath of gods slowly rising! But... this... this is not God of Father!"

"Who is it!"

"I don't feel clear!" Yanwujing pressed his temple hard: "I know... I must know! And I'm very familiar! It's just that his yin energy was blocked by Hippaktri's resentment, I felt that

Don't come out!"

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

"Die! This is something that the other party has deposited authority...the artifact...yes! It is the artifact that belongs to the other party! But it is not the Father God!"

Puff!! At this moment, the white mist exploded! No... it wasn't it, it was thousands of black shadows, with long white tobacco, gushing out of the white mist!

"Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah!!" Galvin and Francis were already shocked. Two strong men, who were nearly 1.9 meters tall, hugged each other, burst into tears, and their screams were comparable to those of the heroine in a third-rate horror movie.

At the bow of the boat, the wind suddenly became stronger, blowing Qin Ye's black robe up almost straight. He pulled it gently and stared into the air.

Thousands of black shadows crossed the sky like sharp arrows, with a speed that was too fast, leaving traces of tobacco hidden in the sky of the night.

He saw it very clearly, it was...a skeleton bird.

"King of Yan Qin... look..." Before he could sort out his thoughts, the sound of the smoke mirror was already heard. Qin Ye looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Countless lights appeared under the sea!

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

A glass bottle with parchment paper rolled inside!

Each one is about the size of a beer bottle, and is also thousands, floating densely on the sea surface outside the white mist, spreading at least thirty meters, and it is impossible to count how many of them are!

"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 consider. The next second, the entire ship was like being pulled by a giant and rushed forward frantically!

Crazy - the bottle on the sea was washed away, and the sea breeze had turned into a strong wind! The speed of this ship was beyond common sense. Even the screams of Galvin and Francis were a hundred meters away in the last second, and the next second, they had already changed a place.

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

In his mind, countless pictures were quickly combined, and time passed by. Ten seconds later, his mind suddenly lit up and he looked up and said, "The Three Deaths of the Caribbean!"

"What?" Smoke Mirror said loudly.

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

Most of the puzzles he encountered were solved. But there was a puzzle that he had never touched and had never solved.

That's...How did the Caribbean Three Deaths come from the script of Death?

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

And that script... the three gods of death said that they were salvaged in the sea and parchment in the bottle.

At the same time... he also came into contact with the letter in the bottle. The contents in the letter could even stimulate Yan Luo's nerves.

They...all from here?

Then isn't this...

"Oh..." Before he could finish his thoughts, a deep roar suddenly came to his entire sea.

The tone is low, but the volume is extremely grand, which makes the entire sea surface explode layer by layer!

It seems like the crying of countless young and old, as if it is the repentance of thousands of sinners, hoarseness and sin, reaching the bottom of people's hearts!

"Save me..."

"It's so painful...Save me..."
Chapter completed!