An Ji walked step by step to the ancient well under the old tree, the ancient well was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was inside, but there was a yin wind blowing out from inside from time to time, which made people feel the chill of the forest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Ji walked to the ancient well, unable to take a step forward, and at this moment, a bony hand stretched out from the dark ancient well and grabbed An Ji's clothes.

An Ji was at a loss for these, his eyes were stunned, as if he was in a daze, and then he was about to be taken into the ancient well by the palm like a chicken claw, and at this moment, a layer of white flames suddenly emerged, directly exploding the thin palm like a chicken claw.

I heard a sharp scream, and then the palm of the hand retracted, and An Ji also came back to his senses at this time, and when he found that he was about to fall into this black ancient well, he quickly retreated. Unexpectedly, in just a while, he actually left his original place and appeared in front of this strange ancient well.

Somehow, An Ji felt that his back was cold, and there was always a yin wind blowing out of the ancient well, whirring.

An Ji stared at the ancient well, and under the seal, a large area of thunder immediately burst out, directly hitting the ancient well.

The bombardment of thunder and lightning brought up a large area of dust, but there was no damage to the ancient well and the surrounding ground, and the only thing that changed a little was that the yin wind blowing from the ancient well was no longer so strong and became subtle and undetectable.

An Ji walked to the edge of the ancient well, sealed again, and immediately a thunder fell from the sky, directly hitting the ancient well, even An Ji himself was struck by the thunder, flying upside down hundreds of zhang, with a painful face, and tears flowed in his eyes.

An Ji was scorched black at this time, most of his hair was burned off, his breath was disordered, and his whole person seemed to have been smashed with a hammer, his chest was dull, and his whole body was full of hot pain.

It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for him to trigger such a big thunderbolt with the lightning just now, and he didn't want to draw it that big, otherwise he himself would definitely not be so close, but who would have thought that such a thunder would be chopped down, and even he himself would be injured.

An Ji lay on the ground, his body twitched from time to time, and the Olympic flame kept sweeping the power of heavenly thunder left in An Ji's body, and at the same time repairing and tempering An Ji's body.

An Ji wondered in his heart at this time, he obviously didn't receive such a strong thunder, why did it appear, and isn't this the human realm, why can't a heavenly thunder even withstand his body, which is comparable to the body of a true immortal, what is the situation?

An Ji just lay on the ground in a daze, cooperating with the divine fire to repair and temper his body, during this period, or since he arrived here, he didn't even hear any movement, except for the weirdness of the ancient well, of course.

When An Ji got up and looked at the ancient well, the ancient well had been blown to pieces by the thunder, and the ground around it was cracked, which he couldn't do.

Removing the rubble around the ancient well, An Ji found that the ancient well was naturally pitch black, but the gust of yin wind disappeared.

An Ji took off the pottery bowl covered on his head, and spewed out a raging five-colored fire against the dark ancient well, and under the illumination of the five-colored fire, An Ji couldn't see anything, because it was all covered by the five-colored fire.

An Ji held the pottery bowl, turned over and jumped into the well, just at this stall, he actually heard a loud noise coming from the side hall, An Ji wanted to fly up at that time, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't fly, and he kept falling down, not to mention, he accidentally rubbed against the wall of the ancient well, which made An Ji's arm hurt hotly.

Since there is no way to resist the wind here, then he has to resign himself to fate, fall to the bottom, and see what is so weird below, deceiving him here, fortunately, Confucianism and Taoism have a spirit and protect the Lord in time, otherwise if he leads the thunder in this well, he will not be wiped out with the guys in this ancient well.

The pottery bowl seemed to touch the bottom of the well and began to accumulate, and An Ji hurriedly put away the pottery bowl and put it on his head.

After refining the pottery bowl now, he clearly understands the power of the five-colored fire, this flame is no problem for him to carry for a while, the key is that he will suffer after the warm-up, a large amount of spiritual and physical essence will be roasted out, and it will be taken away by the pottery bowl, even if it is not taken away, it will take a lot of time for him to recover, and he will be extremely weak during that time, otherwise the blue bird will not be able to come out to explore his way now.

Bang! An Ji fell to the bottom of the well, probably because the fall time was too long, An Ji forgot to adjust his body, one did not stand firmly, hit the wall, and suddenly a big bag rose on his forehead.

The bottom of the well was pitch black, and the light above it was not visible at all, and the inner city was already gray, and it was even more difficult to see the light on the top in this deep well.

It's like a closed dark world, with only An Ji alone, the source of the yin wind, and the wizened hands like chicken feet.

An Ji looked around, and he was able to see through the darkness and found that the space at the bottom of the well was not too small, as for any palms or anything like that, he didn't see any of them, he only saw a pile of rubble and a few iron chains, it was very likely that there were people trapped here before, but the thunder destroyed all this and wiped him out.

An Ji suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing of value at the bottom of the well, a pile of broken stones, a few broken chains, followed by nothing, An Ji was a little disappointed.

But soon, An Ji's disappointment turned into despair, he couldn't fly, even if he used a flying sword, he couldn't fly, didn't that mean he would never be able to get out?

An Ji only felt the anger of someone deliberately targeting him for a while. He kicked on a piece of gravel, he had a way to get out, he asked his grandfather to refine a lot of rings, he would definitely be able to get out of here, but he was unwilling, he was trapped for the first time, he couldn't escape, he was unwilling to use the ring to get out of here like this.

There must be some mystery here. An Ji thought so in his heart, and then he hurriedly put away the rubble and iron chains, and carefully took a large number of surrounding walls and floors.

The ground was bare, just like the wall, there was nothing, An Ji was angry, he took out the black gold ancient mace of ancient iron and began to practice, after a few breaths, An Ji smashed on the wall, with a loud bang, the wall rubbed off a layer of dander, and nothing else happened to me.

An Ji took out the golden words and jade orders of the Great Zhou Prince, but after he finished the sacrifice, he found that he could not provide a powerful attack, and threw it back into his sleeve.

After Zhao Tian's purple gold bow was refined by him, Zhao Tian, who was far away in the Qin Mountains, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, his purple gold bow was actually refined.

Then there was Lone Xingyue, he also slammed out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, a little terrifying, and the faces of the rest of the cultivators and land immortals were not good-looking, and the natal magic weapon was refined, which had a huge impact on Lone Xingyue and Zhao Tian, originally they also wanted to spare An Ji's life from their magic weapon, but now it seems that it is the most merciful not to let An Ji's form and spirit be destroyed, and he will not be able to live forever.

As for An Ji, he can't take care of these now, he was trapped in a deep well and it was difficult to get out, he was originally here to save people, but he didn't expect to be trapped in this now.

The first string was also refined by An Ji, and then it was plucked by An Ji in this small space, although he didn't know the instrument, but there was only one string, and it wasn't how he could play it.

However, An Ji immediately put away the one-stringed piano, covered his ears for a long time and did not let go, playing the piano in it, the echo almost made him mentally confused, and there was still no change here.

As soon as An Ji stuck the Bian Zhushen Sword on the ground, he didn't believe it, such a small place could be so sleepy that he needed to take out the treasure that his grandfather had refined for him to escape.

At this moment, a little fine light rose from the ground under An Ji's feet, and then spread, forming an extremely simple pattern, as for the Bian Divine Sword, it was actually inserted in the place where these lines converged, and it was also where the stone and iron chain were before.

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