Wei Rubing and I went out to look for possible cultivators, and the cultivators looked at one, but they almost killed the two of us with a casual move.

For this reason, the two of us had to turn around and go back to the big pit that the Earth Demon Bear Demon had made before.

As a result, Zheng Fatzi and the others were gone, we searched for it, and we were sucked into a small space in the belly of the mountain by an irresistible force.

There are a lot of murals in this small space, and the murals should be related to each other.

The last mural is a pitch-black circular pattern, and when you look at it from the front, you will basically see this pattern as a hole.

I don't know why, but I reached out and touched the black pattern.

I'm curious, I admit it, but who doesn't have any curiosity?

But the current situation cannot be explained by curiosity, and I am not so curious.

It seems that the moment I saw this black pattern, I was struck by it, and my hand unconsciously reached up.

Presumably, this kind of trick or spell was of little use to Wei Rubing, because she didn't mean to do it.

The black pattern feels very warm to the touch, not like a rough stone, like a piece of jade, and it is the kind of beautiful jade with excellent texture.

And this stone is not cool, and it feels like a small stove when touched.

Fire jade can have this kind of temperature, and warm jade can't even do it.

Of course, the feel and temperature are secondary, but the main thing is that my hand touched it and caused some unknown consequences.

Huang Bawang cheated himself because of this kind of thing before, and even took me into the trap, but this time I cheated myself.

It was probably after the baptism of that red light that my divine thoughts were also a little shaken, so I recruited the Tao.

My mana poured out of my hand, directly into the black pattern.

Not only that, but the pattern was now morphosing, like soft clay, and there was a powerful suction force through the pattern, and I could see my hand sinking inward a little.

It is said that I should resist at this time, and I am also stronger than Huang Bawang, so naturally I should be able to make a means of counterattacking.

But strange is strange here, I have no intention of fighting back, and the whole person is like a wooden clay sculpture, standing there motionless, as if waiting for myself to be sucked into the whole wall.

Wei Rubing and Zheng Fatzi are the sober people in this space, and the other three are still confused.

After the two of them found out about my change, they immediately pounced, Wei Rubing was definitely a neat master, the Ice Silkworm Sword flew up in an instant, and fell without any hesitation.

If she really fell on me this time, then I would be completely tragic, and the best result would be to lose an arm.

But Wei Rubing's current approach is not wrong, it can make me hit in an instant, and she can't solve it in a short time, and it will be even more difficult to deal with it as soon as the time drags on.

However, the aqua-blue flying sword with the cold chill of the forest did not fall on my arm.

Because outside of my body, a red light suddenly erupted.

This red light is not the same as the red light made by the mosquito people outside, the red is full of powder, and there is even a fragrance.

I didn't smell this aroma, because I have now become a wooden man, and Zheng Fatzi and Wei Rubing can smell it.

Not only that, their states are different, Wei Rubing's face has not changed, but Zheng Fatzi's eyes have narrowed, and the corners of his mouth have even become a little crystalline.

Zheng Fatzi can't count on it now, he has also been tricked, but the power of this strange aroma is not enough to make him lie down directly.

The red light has an extremely strong defensive ability, and Wei Rubing's flying sword is naturally a magic weapon, and it is also a very powerful magic weapon, but just like that, the Ice Silkworm Sword has not been able to break through the aura outside my current body.

My mana drained like a floodgate, and soon, my entire arm was engulfed in a black pattern.

At this point, my whole body was pressed against the stone wall, and it had a sense of blending inward.

Wei Rubing's eyes were full of murderous aura and anxiety, and the power of the Ice Silkworm Sword increased greatly, and he greeted directly to the stone wall.

Now it's too late to cut off my arm, it's too late, it's not easy to chop my hand, and half of my body has been pulled into the stone wall, even if I can cut it off, I can basically go down and report directly.

Wei Rubing didn't want me to die yet, and of course she never thought about it that way.

So all she could do now was break open the stone wall and drag me out.

However, my body is blocked by spiritual light, and the stone wall is naturally not easy to destroy.

The Ice Jiaolong snaked against the stone wall, and then cracked inch by inch in Wei Rubing's dumbfounded speech, and vanished.

It's like wiping a hand and directly wiping this sword qi.

Despite this, Wei Rubing also did not give up to save me.

Wei Ru Bingxin is good, but her means are really not enough, so she can only watch me fall into the stone wall little by little.

I don't know what I'm thinking now, my mind freezes? It's not like that, because I can think, but I don't know why, I just don't resist until my vision is swallowed up in darkness.

In an instant, a month, a year?

The concept of time has disappeared from my consciousness, at least for now.

Before my eyes, there were many scenes, from the vast expanse of the land to the collapse of the earth, the collapse of the sacred mountains, and the transformation into countless stars.

These images came to my mind in a very short or long time.

I didn't do anything with these messy and broken memories, that is, I didn't recall them at all, as if these fragmentary memories never entered my mind.

When my eyes lit up again, I found that my vision became more open.

At my feet were green bags of dirt, as high as my knees and as short as my ankles.

When I looked closely, I found that these dirt bags were made out of uneven roads, and they were clearly mountain peaks.

I could still see the light surrounding me, all the colors of aura, and a blood-red glow that I subconsciously felt disgusted.

I could see that, but I lost control of my opponent's body.

Or rather, it's not my body.

I wanted to look down or around, but I couldn't do that.

What made me fluctuate a little was that 'I' spoke.

"Give it all to me!"

It's not loud, but I'm sure everyone can hear it,

(End of chapter)