At the bottom of the stone wall fifty meters in front of him, there was a broken guqin, and a few strings were hanging miserably on the gravel ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yiming can be called a heavyweight in the embarrassing ranking at the moment, the ****'s upper body was washed by the yellow sand and covered with blood, the trousers have long become non-mainstream pants, and he is bare-chested with a pair of feet that can't move. The whole thing looks funny, like a skinned rabbit waiting to get out of the pot, where is there still a little bit of blind monk demeanor.

Wen Yiming couldn't care so much even if he was naked, he stretched his arms and crawled forward.

"Hurry up, I'll do it!" there are still two minutes left..."Wen Yiming reminded himself while trying to show his excellent quality of having crossed the wire barrier.

In less than a minute, Wen Yiming dragged his stiff lower body to the side of the guqin. Leaning on the damp stone wall, he didn't care about resting, and took out the Cold Moon Sword and slashed at the wooden part of the guqin.

As soon as he prepared five sharp wooden strips the size of chopsticks, Wen Yiming felt the cold power in his heart about to move again.

"It's too late, I'll do it!" he spat fiercely, picked up a wooden nail, looked at the location of several large acupoints in the heart area, and gritted his teeth and decisively inserted into the 'pyloric acupoint'. The thick wooden nails with chopsticks are used as silver needles, and the tearing sound of entering the flesh makes Wen Yiming break out in a cold sweat, which is not too comfortable.

"Oh~~~!I'll go, come again!"

Although Wen Yiming grinned in pain, he still grabbed the wooden nails continuously, and nailed the four wooden strips into the four big holes of 'Guanmen', 'Zhangmen', 'Liangmen', and 'Yunmen' in turn. It's like a self-mutilating acupoint, as strong as Wen Yiming, who was constantly squeezing his eyebrows and making his eyes by tossing, and he almost ran out of tears.

At this moment, Wen Yiming felt his heart tremble slightly, and then a slight swelling came from the five large acupoints that were sealed.

"It worked... Whew!" Wen Yiming collapsed in an instant, leaned softly against the stone wall, and smirked: "The ancient Chinese secret biography "Qimen Sealing Acupoint Needle" is really a bull fork......! Ahem......"

Most of the people who practice martial arts in China are a combination of martial arts and medicine, and they are inseparable from each other. Wen Yiming's achievements in martial arts are not high, but he has unique attainments in Qimen acupuncture of acupuncture points and meridians. Among the many classics inherited from the family, only one set of "Qimen Sealing Acupoint Needle" is the most valuable. As for the other martial arts classics to him, they are like big road goods, and they can't be ranked in the underground database within Guoan.

The five doors seal the heart is one of the three great masters of "Qimen Sealing Acupoint Needle". Its function is to combine the five acupoints with completely different functions and use special methods to closely combine them to produce an effect similar to that of a forced seal.

At this time, Wen Yiming's heart is equivalent to a single child, and the heart is completely independent. Of course, apart from normal pumping work, it refuses to do any 'overtime' work from now on.

In other words, Wen Yiming is fighting with people now, and he can't exert his strength at all. And you can't exercise vigorously, because the independent heart doesn't care about the needs of the rest of the body. It will only maintain a heart rate of around sixty beats per minute and will not exert itself for any reason. This also means that even after Wen Yiming's true qi is overflowing, his combat effectiveness is still sharply reduced, less than one-tenth of his heyday.

However, the good thing is that that cold power is like an independent heart, and the heart is completely isolated by the five acupoints and sealed in an independent space. This is also the only place where Wen Yiming feels comforted, staying in the green mountains, not worrying about running out of firewood!

As for the hidden dangers in his mind, Wen Yiming was not in a hurry. The residual mental power can still be suppressed in a short period of time, and he really doesn't want to use a wooden nail to stick in his head again, which is no different from masochism.

Touching his waist, Wen Yiming smiled bitterly, and he didn't know when he lost all the wine gourds in the quicksand whirlpool. After taking out a set of ordinary clothes, pants and shoes, he took out the dry food and ate himself with a jar of spirits. Only then did he turn his head and look around.

Less than 100 meters in the sky is a dark and misty place, and Wen Yiming doesn't know how high the first line of heaven is underground. The bluestone cliffs on both sides sandwich the path in the middle, so that only two people can walk side by side. The entire underground except for the rustle of yellow sand pouring down, it was so quiet that it made people feel cold.

After resting for half an hour, Wen Yiming regained some physical strength and began to hold two pieces of Spirit Yuan Crystal Essence in his hand to absorb the vitality and restore the true qi.

The five major acupuncture points were sealed, Wen Yiming did not dare to operate the selfless mind method, and only relied on the body's functions to automatically absorb it, and the effect was indeed not flattering. Half an hour later, after recovering nearly two percent of his true qi, Wen Yiming was already very satisfied.

At this moment, because the power of yin and cold was sealed, the true qi was also restored, and with some supplements, Wen Yiming's lower limbs had gradually recovered and were no longer stiff.

Putting away the Lingyuan Crystal Essence, Wen Yiming got up and looked at the ten meters high Di Yan, took out the Cold Moon Sword to hold his breath, poured out the True Qi and threw it with a sword, nailing the Yan down.

Just like this, Wen Yiming already felt that the blood supply to his body was insufficient. While putting away his blade, he sighed that it was the first time he had come to this world to be so miserable.

After resting for a while, Wen Yiming continued to pinch the Lingyuan Crystal Essence to recover, while slowly moving forward in the stone wall sandwich. In the dim underground, Wen Yiming's back slowly moving forward, the clicking sound of the gravel under his feet and his heavy breathing sound, he looked extremely lonely and depressed.

Today's Wen Yiming is not much different from ordinary people, and he has traveled less than five miles in the endless stone wall mewage, and it took half an hour, which makes Wen Yiming extremely painful.

"Huh, anyone?"

Wen Yiming stopped in place, squinting his eyes slightly through the dim light, looking at a white-clothed figure half-lying motionless on the stone wall in front of him. After standing for a long time, he didn't notice any movement of the white-clothed figure. After cautiously moving forward for a few steps, there was still no movement. Wen Yiming, who was an ordinary person, didn't dare to be careless, and walked over lightly, and was taken aback when he approached.

"Fifth Autumn Girl..."Wen Yiming exhaled in a low voice.

The fifth autumn girl's white dress was torn in many places, and it looked like it should have been scratched during the crawl. Her hair was scattered on her shoulders and chest, and her jade hands were covered with dried blood. Leaning his head halfway against the stone wall, there was no sign of awakening. If it weren't for the slight twitching of her eyebrows from time to time, and a hint of pain appeared, Wen Yiming would not have been able to judge whether she was still alive.

Could it be that she was also swept in by the quicksand whirlpool?" Wen Yiming said secretly. Then he was relieved and said to himself: "Yes! That guqin must belong to this girl." Well... It helped me. For Lao Wu's sake, I'll help you. ”

Wen Yiming raised the fifth autumn girl's right hand, stretched out his two fingers to put the lower pulse, pondered for a moment, and muttered: "The pulse is so weak, the viscera is displaced, how can it be so badly injured?"

Thinking about it, Wen Yiming also felt normal, if she was really swept down by the quicksand whirlpool, even if she was a warrior at the ninth level of cultivation, it would not be easy to survive a fall from such a high place. Besides, he climbed so far, Wen Yiming couldn't help but admire this girl's will.

Huh? No... Just as he was about to let go of his fingers, Wen Yiming was suddenly startled.

"The power of the cold?" Wen Yiming didn't dare to despise it, squatted down and quietly felt the pulse. Ten minutes later, Wen Yiming frowned tightly and let go of the fifth autumn cross's little hand.

It's really the power of yin and cold, Wen Yiming said secretly. Judging from the pulse, this girl has been in a coma for almost two hours, and there is a domineering medicinal power in her body to compete with the power of yin and cold, but that medicinal power has slowly subsided, and she gradually can't suppress the power of yin and cold.

Wen Yiming is a little difficult, and it is also the heart!

Lao Wu's master, if you don't save it, you can't say it. What's more, this girl is so beautiful and fragrant, so she hangs it really... What's that?

Help, this girl is at most eighteen years old, how can she develop so well......? What's that?

Wen Yiming scratched his ears and cheeks, and after a while, he held the shoulders of the fifth autumn girl and said, "No matter, let's wake up this girl first." ”

When the ring arm bypassed the fifth Qiuwan's shoulders and held it in the crook of the arm, Wen Yiming's independent heart couldn't help but wave, if it weren't for the five doors sealing the heart, his heart would have been beating wildly at this time.

Oh no, good girl! This girl is so soul-stealing when she's unconscious. This is really Lao Wen's life!

Wen Yiming forcibly stopped himself from thinking nonsense, and at the same time concentrated on controlling himself to be calm. Then he continued to infuse a trace of true qi with his sword fingers, and continuously stimulated the fifth autumn crossbow's 'Yin Tang', 'Renzhong', 'Shenting', and 'Changqiang' to awaken the acupuncture points everywhere.

As for the women's forbidden acupuncture points such as 'tail lu', he hadn't thought about it at all. It's just that the 'Divine Court' between the two towering masses has already made his whole body lack of blood supply, and he doesn't want to save people, but dies on the passive sabotage of his independent heart.