Ming Chuan found himself surrounded by a cloud of pitch-black solution, and it felt like he had fallen into a river, and the "river water" was very viscous with a warm fishy smell. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A sickening feeling of nausea hit him.

His body was still falling, but the speed of the fall was much slower due to the resistance of the solution.

How long has it been since he started his ghost qi, and how long is he left?

Ming Chuan pondered such a question, and at the same time, he felt that his descent was getting slower and slower, almost stagnating.

He was still immersed in the pitch-black "solution", and there was darkness ahead.

It's not enough, it's still going down, it's going to be going.

Ming Chuan swung his outstretched arm in front of him vigorously, and the ghost sword drew a slender arc in front of him with flames, and the faint light flashed in front of his eyes, and then, the arc turned into a line of fire and burned in front of him.

There was a loud and piercing "squeak" in my ears.

Then, the eyes brightened.

To be precise, there was no bright light in front of him, but for some reason, the scenery in front of him became very clear.

After leaving the viscous "solution", there was a huge cavern beneath his body, and his body was still falling.

The cave was much larger than the one he had been in before, the same size as the one he had been in, but in an irregular spherical shape, and the cave was full of strangely shaped rocks, making the cave look like a demon's stomach.

No, it's not as if I did rush into the belly of a monster.

Mingchuan quickly realized this.

The rock walls around the cave are contracting and beating regularly, like the peristaltic movement of a stomach pouch digesting food.

The irregular surface of the rock was not really a stone, but an object so viscous that it was almost indistinguishable from mud, and it slowly wriggled and flowed with this regular movement.

Ming Chuan immediately reacted, those things that looked like stalactites were simply the secretions of monsters, and they were formed after solidification.

After perceiving this, before Ming Chuan had time to think about it, he saw the ground under his feet, and a huge human face appeared on the uneven rocky ground.

The human face gradually protruded from the ground, the facial features on it were very clear, and the eyes were huge, just like the eyes at the base of the tentacles, empty and without any emotion. The bridge of the nose, made of rocks, is raised high, and there are even two tufts of weeds growing in the nostrils. Two thick rocks form a wide lip that looks unusually ugly.

Such a human face appeared at his feet, but Ming Chuan was not too surprised.

Because there was simply no time to surprise him.

Due to the rapid fall, he was close to the ground at this time, and was about to crash into the bulging human face.

Ming Chuan turned his wrist, aimed the blade of the ghost sword at his body, and fell straight down.

The huge mouth on the human face suddenly opened wide, revealing a huge hollow.

Looking down from above, the hollow behind the mouth is invisible, and it looks like it leads to the depths of the earth's core, directly connected to hell.

The speed at which his body fell was still accelerating, and he didn't have time to twist his body to deal with this situation, and fell directly into the other party's mouth.

The huge face floating on the ground closed its mouth with a "ahhhh

The cave was silent again, the surrounding rock walls were contracting and expanding in regular motions, and the secreted viscous material slowly wriggled along the surface, as if nothing had happened.

Ming Chuan only felt that he was once again surrounded by a warm force, the skin of his body felt bursts of burning pain, and his nose smelled a burnt smell with blood.

There was a sticky mass all around him, and he couldn't see the shape, like the secretions of the monster.

The sticky stuff wrapped around him, making him feel like he was in a swamp. It's just that these swamps not only emit a foul smell and are sticky and unclean, but also extremely corrosive.

The pain has become numb.

The flames that wrapped around the ghost sword weakened considerably.

Ming Chuan did not panic, in this situation, he was calmer than ever.

He gathered the demonic energy that surrounded his body and concentrated it between his hands.

After the ghost qi condensed, the flames rose again.

The blade of the ghost sword seemed to be magnified several times and grown a lot under the envelopment of the flames.

Originally, the ghost qi around the body can play a certain protective role, and its effect is several times higher than the defense talisman, at this time, Ming Chuan revoked all the entangled ghost qi in order to concentrate the power of the attack, and suddenly his body "sizzled", and a faint smoke came out.

The monster's mouth was full of strong corrosive solutions, and in just a moment, his arm had begun to fester, revealing fresh flesh and blood.

Ming Chuan ignored this, holding the ghost sword in both hands, and slashed at the surroundings indiscriminately.

Every time he moved, he could clearly feel the burning pain in his body, and the sour smell and blood burrowed into his nasal cavity, irritating his nerves.

With only two swings, the skin on his whole body was completely ulcerated, and in some places you could even see Sensen's white bones.

His eyes were thick with blood, and soon, his vision became blurry and soaked in blood.

It feels like you've been melted and will soon turn into a puddle of blood.

Even so, Mingchuan endured.

Taking a deep breath, his lungs felt like they were being torn apart, and he tightened his teeth, feeling the blood spilling from his gums.

Suddenly, he let out a loud cry, and at the same time, twisted his waist and waved his hands forward vigorously.

A pitch-black flame drew a graceful arc, and with a "bang", it flew out of Ming Chuan's hand and glided forward.

The arc of flames flew far forward, slicing the pitch-black, thick, wriggling goo in half.

There was a sudden and violent vibration around them, and then a gap appeared in front of them.

Ming Chuan did not hesitate, and then twisted his body and made up for it.

The flying arc of flame intersects with the previous one, forming a fork.

The gap in front of me is even bigger.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan snorted coldly, flipped his hands and pointed the direction of the blade vertically downward, shouted again, and stabbed the blade into his feet with all the strength of his body.

Listening to the sound of "poof", the entire blade sank into the slimy and squirming ground, and there was no trace at all, only a piece of the knife handle was exposed. (To be continued.) )