sbdcsierra Chapter 340 Bronze Netherworld Ship
Chapter 340 Bronze Netherworld Ship
Expand on the details of this passage to at least three thousand words, mainly expanding on the actions, behaviors, reactions, plots, dialogues, narrations, and psychological activities: On the other side, after the original Zhang Yun left, Zhang Yun in red came to the terrifying and huge white snake corpse of the sub-god snake king.
“Become my nourishment!”
The blood-red spear in his hand pierced into the corpse.
In an instant, the entire corpse was refined by the blood-colored spear and swallowed up completely.
[Law Furnace] began to continuously extract the law fragments contained in the corpse.
Zhang Yun in red's comprehension of the [Law of Flesh and Blood] began to surge.
1.6 ... 1.7 ... 2.1 ...
3.6 ...
5.6 ...
Finally, Zhang Yun's comprehension of the [Law of Flesh and Blood] reached 22.1%.
Zhang Yun had a smile on his face.
"Each deity brings me a 20% improvement in my understanding of the laws. In this way, I only need to hunt down five deities to achieve perfection in my understanding of the laws of flesh and blood.
Master this rule directly!
It can even glimpse the higher law of the law of flesh and blood [the law of the body].
This conjecture made Zhang Yun in red clothes a little excited.
After all, in this vast ocean of fog, there is nothing lacking, but there are many mysteries and sub-gods.
Just find a few and kill them.
Then everything would be perfect.
At the edge of Snake King Island, the sea breeze howled, carrying with it a salty and bloody smell.
Zhang Yun in red stood at the southernmost tip of the island, looking at the foggy ocean ahead, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
His red clothes fluttered in the wind like a burning flame, reflecting his resolute and cold face.
Behind him, the ruins of Snake King Island cast long shadows in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if telling the story of its former glory and current desolation.
Zhang Yun held the blood-red spear tightly in his hands. Ancient runes were carved on the handle, shining mysteriously in the sunlight.
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he had made up his mind to take this step no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead.
He turned around and glanced at the remaining members of the Snake King Island tribe. They were either kneeling on the ground or tied up, with fear and despair on their faces.
These once invincible tribal people are now at Zhang Yun's mercy.
"Tell me, what secrets are there in the depths of Snake King Island?" Zhang Yun's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.
He walked up to a younger-looking snake man and gently lifted his chin with the tip of his gun, forcing him to look up.
The man's face was pale, his eyes filled with fear. His lips trembled as he spoke with difficulty:
"Sir, Snake King Island is just a marginal island in the Misty Ocean... Deeper in the ocean, there are dozens of linked islands, known as the Ancient Kingdom of Gultula."
"The ancient country of Gultula?" Zhang Yun frowned slightly. He had never heard of this name.
But he keenly felt that there must be a huge secret hidden behind this ancient country.
His gaze became sharper as he stared at the man: "Tell me more about the ancient country of Gultula, otherwise, you will die a miserable death."
The man was trembling with fear at Zhang Yun's gaze. He shook his head desperately, trying to break free from Zhang Yun's gun.
“I, that’s all I know, sir.
The chieftain of Snake King Island once said that the ancient country of Gultula is a true holy land, where there are endless treasures and great power, but no one dares to set foot there easily because it is full of dangers.
"There should be quite a few sub-gods in the holy land, which is exactly what I am looking for." Zhang Yun sneered, retracted the tip of his gun, turned around and faced away from everyone.
He had already made up his mind to go to the ancient country of Gultula to find the secret hidden deep in the fog.
The waves hit the rocks on the shore, making a deafening roar.
Zhang Yun stood on the beach, looking at the ocean shrouded in mist, took a deep breath, and then jumped into the sea.
His body drew a graceful arc in the water, splashing water.
He continued to walk on the waves, every step he took was on the crest of the waves, as if he had become one with the sea.
His red robe fluttered in the sea breeze like a burning flag, announcing his arrival.
The waves surged, and Zhang Yun's body rose and fell in the waves. His movements were agile and powerful, and every time he stepped on the waves, he seemed so calm and unhurried.
His eyes were firm as he stared straight at the fog ahead, as if trying to see through it.
The sea breeze whistled, ruffling his hair and making him look even more heroic.
His heart is filled with desire for the unknown and pursuit of power, which makes him fearless in the sea.
However, this sea of fog is not calm.
As Zhang Yun walked on the waves, mysterious creatures would occasionally emerge from the sea and try to attack him.
Some are huge sharks, with their bloody mouths wide open, revealing sharp teeth; some are strange jellyfish, emitting a faint light, with tentacles entwined like poisonous snakes.
But Zhang Yun was not afraid at all. His swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and every time he swung his gun, he could hit the target accurately.
His movements were swift and decisive, as if he had become one with the ocean and could sense every danger.
"Hmph, these little things also want to block my way." Zhang Yun sneered, blood dripping from his spear, and a hint of disdain revealed in his eyes.
His body shuttled through the waves like a nimble dragon, dodging all kinds of attacks while counterattacking with astonishing speed.
His movements became faster and faster, and a red whirlwind seemed to form around his body, repelling those mysterious creatures one by one.
I don't know how long I walked.
At this moment, a huge bronze Netherworld Ship suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yun.
The hull of the ship was shrouded in a layer of light mist, looking mysterious and eerie.
The candlelight on the boat was dim, flickering a weak light, as if welcoming his arrival.
Zhang Yun's body paused slightly in the waves, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
He stopped walking on the waves, his body floating in the sea, his eyes fixed on the bronze Netherworld Ship.
"What kind of ship is this?" Zhang Yun whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his voice.
The bronze Netherworld Ship slowly approached Zhang Yun. The candles on the ship flickered in the wind, as if they would go out at any moment.
There was no one on the boat, only the faint candlelight flickering.
Zhang Yun felt uneasy, as he felt there must be some secret hidden behind this ship.
His body was tense, like a beast poised to pounce on its prey, ready to attack at any moment.
"Who are you?" Zhang Yun shouted, his voice echoing in the sea breeze, sounding particularly majestic. His eyes were fixed on the ship, trying to find any clues on it.
However, no one on the boat answered him. Only the dim candlelight flickered, as if mocking his ignorance.
Zhang Yun frowned slightly, his heart full of doubts.
He didn't know where the ship came from, nor did he know what secrets were hidden on the ship.
But he knew that this ship must have some connection with the ancient country of Gultula.
"Hmph, no matter who you are, since you dare to appear in front of me, don't even think about leaving easily." Zhang Yun sneered and suddenly moved.
He rushed towards the bronze Netherworld Ship like a red lightning.
His gun drew a graceful arc in the air, the tip of the gun pointing directly at the hull.
His actions were swift and decisive, and he had already regarded the ship as his enemy.
However, just as his sword was about to pierce the hull, a strange laugh suddenly came from the ship.
The laughter was low and hoarse, as if it came from hell.
Zhang Yun's body paused slightly in the air, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He stopped what he was doing, floated in the waves, and stared at the boat.
"Who are you?" Zhang Yun asked again, with a hint of vigilance in his voice.
His body was tense, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.
The laughter gradually died down, and suddenly a deep voice came from the boat: "Who are you? Why are you disturbing us?"
"I'm looking for the ancient country of Gultula." Zhang Yun answered loudly, with a hint of determination in his voice.
His eyes were fixed on the boat, trying to find a clue from the sound.
"The ancient country of Gultula? Humph, that is a forbidden place. Not everyone can go there." The voice on the boat sounded again, with a hint of disdain.
Zhang Yun frowned slightly, his heart full of doubts.
He didn't know what kind of connection this ship had with the ancient country of Gultula, nor did he know why the people on the ship were so vigilant.
"Forbidden place? So what? I'm never afraid of any taboos." Zhang Yun sneered and his body suddenly moved.
He rushed towards the bronze Netherworld Ship like a red lightning.
"Hmph, since you are so persistent, let me show you our strength." The voice on the boat sounded again, with a hint of sneer.
As the voice fell, a strange light suddenly came from the boat.
The light was like a ghost in the darkness, flickering with an eerie light.
Zhang Yun's body paused slightly in the waves, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
He stopped what he was doing, floated in the waves, and stared at the boat.
"What kind of power is this?" Zhang Yun whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his voice.
The light gradually faded, and a figure suddenly appeared on the boat.
"Who are you?" Zhang Yun asked loudly, with a hint of vigilance in his voice, echoing on the Netherworld Ship like a loud bell.
His eyes were fixed on a man in a black robe not far ahead. The man was covered in a wide black robe with some strange runes embroidered on it, flashing with a faint light.
His face was covered by a black mask with a hideous ghost face carved on it. The places where his eyes should be were empty, as if they could swallow up all the light.
Zhang Yun's hand tightly grasped the spear, and the spear body vibrated slightly in his palm, as if it sensed the owner's vigilance.
A red light flickered in his palm, as if it could burst out with powerful force at any time.
He leaned forward slightly, his feet firmly planted on the deck, ready to deal with any danger that might occur.
The masked man in black robe stood there, motionless, like a statue in the dark.
His figure looked particularly mysterious in the wind, and there seemed to be a strange atmosphere around him.
He put his hands behind his back and slowly raised his head. The empty eyes on the mask seemed to be staring at Zhang Yun, but also seemed to penetrate him and look at a more distant place.
Suddenly, the corners of the black-robed man's mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile.
His voice was low and hoarse, like an echo from the depths of hell:
"I am just a fleeting soul banished to this Netherworld Ship by the demons of the ancient nation of Gultula. I can never escape the Netherworld Ship and can only drift on the sea forever...without knowing the way home..."