Titan and Dragon King

The gray mist of undead ghosts gradually diffused, completely covering this ghost fleet and covering all the eyes of the outside world.

"Captain Barbosa, do you want to point your face?" Muria held the halberd, and twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking at the big Lich with the captain's triangle cap in front of him. Excuse me? "

"It's okay, you weren't a legend before, now you are." Barbosa's crystal-clear hand bones spread out, took out a somewhat ridiculous clown mask, and threw his hands at Muria.

"What's this?" Muria reached out to catch the clown's mask, glanced over and asked, frowning.

"The mask of the Joker Emperor." Barbosa pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist. "Bring it on and you can disguise as a legend and release the legendary Long Wei!"

"A magical artifact that is useless to the legend." Muria threw the mask in his hand twice, commenting.

"It works for me now!" Barbosa stared at Muria. "Take it, you are the legendary ancient dragon."

"Well, then you are really good at calculating. I became a cologne with hidden breath. Then when you discovered it, you showed your true strength and clashed with you, dragging you and your fleet here, so you ca n’t rescue Bo. Ryante, isn't it? "Muria stared at the big skull in a pirate costume in front of him.

"Clever, worthy of being a descendant of Timothy, and guessed my intentions all at once." Barbosa twitched the long knife in his waist, standing in front of him, with the bright white blade reflecting Muria's immature side. The face, on the other side, was a crystal skull reflecting his own lingering flames of the blue soul.

"Do you know my grandfather?" Muria raised her eyebrows and was not too surprised. After all, this was a great Lich who had lived for thousands of years. It is not surprising to know his grandfather Timothy.

"Unforgettable, I will not forget your grandfather for another 10,000 years." After looking at the long knife in his hand, Barbosa slowly lowered the knife and placed it on Muria's neck. "Grandson of Timothy Be honest, put on the mask obediently and do what I say. "

"What did my grandfather do to you?" Muria glanced at the long knife on her shoulder, and then ignored it, "I feel like you hate him?"

"Boy, don't you think I dare to kill you?" Seeing Muria's calm expression, Barbosa warned with a voice of a bit angry soul, murderous.

"Did you just feel the breath that just flashed in the sky?"

"What about it?"

"I feel it, then don't take the knife away." Muria reached out and tapped the blade on his shoulder. "Don't use this inferior threat to me. The Dragon King is watching from above, you can try it out. What happens if you try me! "

"Huh!" Barbosa drew his scabbard into the scabbard. "My ghost master of the Necronomicon Council is also on it."

"We're different!" Muria gave a glance and said lightly, "Tell me, what did my grandfather do to you?"

"..."

"You say it, I'll put on a mask."

"Your grandfather had pitted my eighty-seven ghost ships in a most despicable and shameful way." Barbosa told with a voice of an extremely angry soul. "That was my painstaking collection from the bottom of the sea. Ghost ship. "

"Just eighty-seven ships, isn't it?" Muria was puzzled, remembering the ghostly steel fleet he had seen before, "this number is the total number of ghost ships you have. Not worth mentioning at all! "

"The boat that your grandfather snatched was the eighty-seven in my fleet, all of which are flagship flagships." Ghost Captain Barbosa grumbled, "The smallest one is bigger than the one under your feet. ! "

"Great!" Muria slammed, sighed, and of course disregarded the derogatory words Barbosa used to describe his grandfather.

"So, your steel fleet was created by your grandfather because your main battleships were taken away by my grandfather?"

"Fart, Lao Tzu has long been studying how to make ghost ships in batches, and it has nothing to do with your grandfather." After hearing Muria's words, the fire of the soul in Barbosa's skull directly raised more than one meter high, "Boy, It's your turn to fulfill your promise and accompany me. "

"I just said that I put on a mask, but I didn't agree to help you perform." Muria put the mask on his face, cold, and then the mask instantly melted into Muria's face skin, let him The breath began to soar towards the legend.

But soon, this soaring breath was controlled by Muria, after all, it was just an empty shell.

"You fool me?"

"Tell me about an old past that my grandfather has experienced, and just want me to help?" Muria sneered, "You don't take me seriously!

If you want me to shoot, you must pay a reasonable salary. Because you are an evil undead, the price of your shot will double. "

"I have no money!"

"But you have a boat!"

"Which ship do you want?"

"This boat is good at our feet."

"Impossible, this is the last ghost flagship I took out from the sea in my hand, don't even think about it."

"Well, you have a good knife, it's better ..."

"Impossible, the greedy Golden Dragon, do a good job with your grandfather."

"Want me to work for you?" Muria squinted at Barbosa. "Do you think it's possible?"

Damn it, Barbosa swears that if there was a dragon king staring in the sky, or if he learned that Timothy had become the dragon king.

He absolutely wanted to rob this guy, a little dragon who has just arrived at the soul level, and actually asked him for compensation. He didn't know the heights and heights, but he had a legendary peak Lich for ten thousand years.

"Everlasting gold!" Muria stared at the piece of metal that exuded strong life in the hands of Barbosa ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Unfortunately, the weight is too small, but only the adult hand Slap size.

"How about this as your compensation?"

"too small."

"Love or not!"

"Xing Xing Xing, I'm losing money, the deal!"

...

"Brother Muria!" Suddenly seeing Muria was taken away by the sudden appearance of the undead captain Barbosa, Jinlong Royal Sister Cassanna suddenly exclaimed, and immediately asked for help from her grandfather in the sky.

"Muria is in danger. Grandfather, you must hurry and save him. Don't let him be ill."

"I see!" Alves, hearing his granddaughter's help, reluctantly loosened the legendary bone dragon that was about to be blasted by him in the middle of his claws, and rushed towards the undead fleet that had been shrouded in ghost fog. When flying in.

"Boom!" The legendary Long Wei spread, disturbing the ghost fog and turbulent.