Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

　　 Silent tacit understanding, Sean didn't refuse other people's retreat. This is a measure of strength.

　　 was the first to choose, and Sean’s first goal was naturally the scepter that seemed ordinary but weird. One point might be an artifact.

Reaching out and grabbing the space, there was a hint of surprise in Sean’s eyes. The scepter was clearly there, whether it was visual or transcendental perception, but he just grabbed it, as if the scepter was just A phantom might be the same in another space.

The stupefaction in his heart flashed by, and he paused for a while. Sean kept his palms and grabbed the ten gray rings. Apart from the scepter, what he was most interested in was this one that could manipulate them with silk threads, which seemed to be the side of the soul. The strange thing.

After Sean’s choice, Holkins and the others started to do it. Although they had expected it, they still had some unwillingness when Sean grabbed the scepter. After all, this may be a mythical item, but now they hesitate. Now, they can see clearly the situation just now.

The struggling color in his eyes flashed away. Although reason told Holkins that he should choose the golden crown first, his hand still stretched out to the weird scepter, and Mies had the same choice as him. Yake.

There is no doubt that they caught it, and the final result was that the white beard got the golden crown, Asim got the bronze mask, Tamil got the luxurious robes, and Holkin, who was a step slower by grabbing the empty scepter Si and Misjak found nothing.

Naturally, some people are happy and some are disappointed in this result, but the real environment does not allow them to think too much. During the time when they were acquiring strange objects, the hull oscillated more and more and began to collapse inward as a whole, as if there was a pair of big hands on the outside. It's the same as squeezing hard.

　　 did not dare to hesitate or hesitate, with the white beard as the arrow, Sean and his party burst out with fascinating power and forcefully broke through.

　　 "One style·Bengquan."

　　 Blood burst out, armed with domineering cover, facing the wall squeezed in front of him, White Beard directly punched it without any hesitation.

　　 The wall shattered, but the strange thing was that it didn't make the crisp sound of collision as it should be, but it was extremely dull.

　　 "This wall is bleeding."

　　 Asim, who was particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, found out what was wrong for the first time, and saw the thread of blood constantly seeping out from the wall fractured by the white beard's punch.

　　 "It's really blood."

　　The situation is getting more and more weird. The few people present are people who have experienced the killing. They clearly know that it is really blood and it is human blood.

　　 "Come on, this thing is repairing itself."

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

　　 In such a situation, Xiao En and others had no time to think about it, so they could only continue to break through and break all obstacles with one punch.

　　 Outside, below the Black Throne.

The sea is dark and there is not a trace of vitality, and there are densely packed figures on the bottom of the sea. There are many, or thousands, or tens of thousands. Most of them have ragged clothes. With a skeleton in pale white skin.

They knelt to the ground like the sailors before them. The difference is that instead of lowering their heads, they raised their heads and looked up at the sky, as if looking up at their gods. The hollow visions converged. The direction these people looked up was exactly where the Black Throne was. Direction, and when the Black Throne changed, these strange figures also began to change.

　　 The faint blue brilliance that is invisible to the naked eye surges from these people's bodies, seeming to break free from the shackles of their bodies, making the faces of these figures that were originally terrifying even more hideous.

　　 One point, two points, the countless blue light clusters broke free from the shackles of the body, and floated upwards. What was hidden under the brilliance were twisted human faces.

Derived from flesh and blood, within a short period of time, the Black Throne became more and more weird, as if it had changed from a dead thing into a flesh and blood life. At the same time, the cold and cold breath that made people like an ice cave began to come from the Black Throne. Breed in the number.

　　 噗噗, cut through the last wall of flesh and blood, Xiao En and his party finally saw the gloomy sky again.

　　咻, they used various methods, and their bodies were like electricity. Everyone quickly caught up with their ship that had already begun to retreat, which had seen something wrong.

On the deck, after leaving the Black Throne, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was only then that they were in the mood to observe the specific situation. At this moment, the Black Throne had completely disappeared, only a large group of similar ones. The flesh and blood floated quietly on the surface of the sea.

　　 "What the **** is this?"

　　At this moment, even Holkins, who has a profound knowledge of occultism, was plunged into deep doubts.

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

　　 The sharpness was revealed, and the unsheathed sword in Tamil's hand was humming deeply.

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

　　 Observing for a while, Misjak gave an uncertain answer.

　　 Hearing this, everyone thought in their hearts. Before the magical power was restored, the resurrection was just something that existed in mythology and history and biographical novels, and it might have appeared in front of them now.

More and more bluish light clusters emerged from the bottom of the sea, just like fish tides, and as these light clusters merged, the pungent **** smell began to permeate the sea, with soul-soul fruits, Sean sees It's very clear that the blobs of blue light are twisted souls~www.readwn.com~ Puff, puff, strange sounds resounding abruptly between heaven and earth.

　　 "This sound won't be a heartbeat, right?"

　　 clutching his beating faster and faster heart, Asim's words contained a trace of disbelief.

　　 "Yes, it's the sound of a heartbeat."

　　 Looking at the violent squirming, like a mass of flesh and blood being kneaded, Sean's expression is particularly solemn, he feels the threat, the fatal threat.

　　 "What should we do now?"

　　Misiyak's expression is also solemn, obviously he also has the same feeling as Sean.

　　 "Of course I solved it."

　　 Before the words fell, Tamil slashed with his sword, and the two pale silver sword auras crossed into a cross, slashing fiercely towards the floating mass of flesh and blood.

Qi Lifting Slash, a very simple secret technique. Basically, the knight-like transcendents above the third rank will learn it, but it is such a very common secret technique at this moment in the hands of the fourth-rank master swordsmanship Tamil. It shows that there is a sharpness that is difficult to look at directly, but even such a strong slash is extremely weak in the face of the flesh and blood group, and there is no result except for cutting a small slit. A squirm of the seam with the flesh and blood disappeared instantly.

Seeing such a situation, not only Tamil, Khorkins and others' faces are not good-looking. Although Tamil is only a fourth-order supernatural being in the potion pathway, his potion system is special, and a fourth-tier swordsmanship master. The simple lethality is amazing, and it is definitely one of the top-ranked existences in a group of people.

　　Although he had an expectation in his heart, there was some unwillingness after all. Misjak and Holkins attacked the flesh and blood group at the same time, but the results were as expected.