?? In a daze, Lin Ning only felt that his body was sinking continuously, and the scorching hot wind around him was whistling from his ears, and he didn't know how long it had fallen, and a fiery breath suddenly rushed into his mind from his lips and nose, and he subconsciously screamed in pain. щ.. lā

Lin Ning woke up in shock, and when his eyes opened, he saw that he was lying on a cold altar.

He looked around blankly, then sat up straight, first patted his face with his hand in panic, and then touched himself indiscriminately on his body for a while, it took a while for him to gradually regain his senses, his eyes gradually became clear, but he breathed a long sigh of relief from his chest, and said with palpitations: "Fortunately, the body is still there, and the clothes have no signs of burning, it seems that he has not been burned to death." ”

Thinking of everything that happened in the stone room, Lin Ning couldn't help but shiver, a few hours ago, he was cornered, and resolutely jumped into the gap, but as soon as his front foot fell, a powerful force rushed from his back foot, and he was unavoidable, and he was actually overwhelmed by this mysterious power.

When I woke up, I was already here.

He frowned deeply, looked left and right for a long time, only to find that there was no way to go to the sky, no door to the ground, the surroundings were dark, and he couldn't see his five fingers, only the strange altar under his feet, slightly emitting a ghostly blue spiritual light, Lin Ning squatted down, looked carefully, and immediately exclaimed: "Isn't this altar exactly the kind of stone used in the refining room?" How did you end up here? ”

As soon as he said this, he remembered the matter of the ancient bottle, and he was busy looking around, and even the storage box was rummaged through, and there was no trace of it.

"Gone?" Lin Ning suddenly had no master, and wanted to inspect it with his divine sense, but when he just wanted to release it, he felt that a heavy and unbearable force directly rebounded his divine sense.

Caught off guard, he was unsteady on his feet, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, and there was a creaking sound in his spine, which made him grin in pain and gasp.

Only then did he realize that the bones in many places around his body had been broken, and he was afraid that he had jumped in in a hurry just now, and was overwhelmed by the mysterious power.

It doesn't affect him much, but it's weird and eerie, and God knows what will happen suddenly.

Lin Ning smashed his fist on the ground and scolded: "Damn it." Then, he took out two bottles of healing and analgesic elixir from the storage box, and when he was ready to take a week, he strengthened his body and wanted to leave to find a way out.

At this moment, a deafening rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the distance, Lin Ning's heart tightened, and he didn't even think about it, so he directly sacrificed the Fire Cloud Sword, stood horizontally in front of him, and waited for the battle.

He stared at the front, but in vain, as far as the eye could see, it was dark and lightless, but when he heard the sound, he did not know what it was.

The rumbling sound was getting closer and closer, and Lin Ning clearly felt that this thing must be a behemoth, because the altar in front of him was trembling with it, and even he himself could hardly maintain his figure.

Suddenly, in the darkness, two nether ghost fires floated out, and the speed of the ghost fire was extremely fast, and it came to Lin Ning in the blink of an eye.

Lin Ning held the Huoyun Sword in his hand, and he didn't have time to release the True Yan Puppet, and with a rush of spiritual power, the fire on the sword body rose sharply, and the streamer flickered, illuminating the surroundings by taking advantage of the situation.

He fixed his eyes and saw a huge ghostly figure coming towards him like a ghost, and the whole place trembled as he went on a rampage.

The ghost was made of blue flames all around it, and it was not afraid of entities, but it carried a temperature no less than the fire of the grotesque ancient bottle.

Although he didn't know what the hell this was, and he didn't know if the Huoyun Sword he had refined could come in handy, Lin Ning was ruthless at this moment, and with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he raised his sword and greeted it.

The ghost of the hill turned into a streamer.

With just a snort, the Huoyun Sword turned into countless fire dragons in the air, and with the momentum of sweeping the Eight Desolations, the ghost thing was forced back dozens of meters.

Lin Ning saw that the Huoyun Sword really had an effect, although it was not enough to kill the other party, but it could be used to inflict heavy damage, and he couldn't help but increase his confidence, and shouted: "Death." ”

He flipped his left hand and hit a spell on the sword, and his sword made a buzzing sound, and several sword flowers danced in the air, and as soon as the sword flowers condensed, they poured magma into the ghost.

As soon as the ghost saw the wave-like magma rushing towards him, he showed a hint of jealousy in his extreme humanity, and immediately turned around and was about to flee.

Lin Ning saw the right time, where would he let it go, for this inexplicable monster, his idea was to kill if he could, even if he couldn't kill it, he would definitely hit the opponent hard, so as not to let the other party come back.

With the murderous intent, Lin Ning didn't have any scruples, the water droplets formed by the spiritual energy in his body spun wildly, the fire cloud sword was raging, and the originally unstoppable magma was even more condensed under the blessing of his foundation-building spiritual power.

Suddenly, countless flame sword shadows arose, drowning the ghost shadow in it.

The ghost let out a whimper of pain, followed by a thick puff of white smoke that dispersed through the air.

And Lin Ning also used the spiritual treasure, causing a deficit of spiritual energy, and immediately his feet became weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting heavily.

"This place should not be left for long, you must leave it as soon as possible." He looked around in horror and said to himself: "Fortunately, the thing I hold today is a spiritual treasure, otherwise I would have just fought a battle, and I still don't know who will win or lose." ”

When he was about to get up, he looked up and saw that a small crack had appeared on the altar at some point, and there was a glimmer of light in the crack.

"Could it be that this is not an altar, but a stone gate that has been in the desert for a long time?" He stroked the crack back and forth with his hand, thinking that he had inadvertently shattered it with the Fire Cloud Sword during the battle just now.

Lin Ning had the mentality of giving it a try, because his aura was too weak, and he couldn't use the Fire Cloud Sword, but he released the True Flame puppet.

The second level of the Nine Puppet Divine Technique, although it can't exert the power of the puppet to 100%, there is no big problem in manipulating it at will.

He manipulated the puppet with his divine sense, made a fist in his hand, aimed at the crack, and smashed it down with a single punch.

"Bang!"

The puppet fist was full of wind, and a punch fell, like a mountain falling from a high altitude, and the destructive power was very amazing.

The thick stone door was made of the same material as the refining room, and although it was much harder than ordinary things, it couldn't stop the golem's powerful blow.

It only took three punches, and after a few clicks, Lin Ning waved his sleeves to shake away the smoke and dust around him, and at this time, the stone had been smashed to pieces, and he took a look, but saw a white expanse below.

But the cold wind that blew in him told him that this might be the way out.

He settled down, but he was not busy going down, but meditated cross-legged in the same place, holding the spirit stone in his hand, and recovered as soon as possible.

He placed the puppet outside to serve as a protector of the Dharma.

Fortunately, Daogen's speed of storing spiritual energy on his own was very fast, and the dantian deficit caused by the Fire Cloud Sword was originally caused by the Fire Cloud Sword, but it took him one day to recover as before.

Lin Ning stood in front of the crack again, stretched out his hand and probed forward, carefully applied a layer of protective aura, and as soon as he put away the puppet, he stepped into the crack.

However, as soon as the body entered, before he could react, he felt a violent suction force suddenly arise under his feet, pulling his whole body in.

"Ah......" Lin Ning was just about to scream in horror, but saw that he had landed firmly on the ground.

The white mist dissipated, but Lin Ning was stunned by what he saw......