I don't know how long it took for Ma Yi to wake up, he sat on the ground, rubbed his eyes, and then looked down at the place where the pink smoke had just come out, but the ground there was smooth and flat, and there was no air outlet, and he checked the stone slab that had been moving, but found that it showed no signs of loosening. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What's going on?" Ma Yi was stunned. He looked around, and all around him was an eerie green. It turned out that the light of Tianyan was green, which was a little weird for normal people, but now he was in an ancient tomb, next to a coffin and a skeleton, and then an even more bizarre event happened, so even if he was a cultivator, he felt a little creepy.

Ma Yi held back his fear, trying to figure out what was going on. He is a cultivator with a sixfold vitality, doesn't it be said in the "True Sutra of Innocence" that cultivators are invincible to all poisons? For Mao, he was easily put down by a puff of smoke, which seems to be unscientific. He subconsciously raised his wrist to look at the time on his watch, and he was surprised to find that he had been dizzy for a week!

One week?

Is this the concept of Shenma? Originally, Ma Yi was already incredulous that he was easily put down by the smoke, but he never expected that he had been dizzy for a whole week!

What kind of smoke is this? It's so!

Ma Yi scratched his head.

Then there was a flash of inspiration in the brain, could it be a miasma? Pink, fragrant, a bit like miasma. However, although the miasma is powerful, it is only relative to ordinary people, and for cultivators, it has an impact on the root wood, and there are no conditions for the formation of miasma here. So he quickly ruled out the possibility that it was a miasma, and since it was not a miasma, it was a ghost.

Ghostly?

Does Ma Yi believe it?

Well, let's just think it's ghostly.

So Ma Yi believed it.

Anyway, the Chinese people have a habit: to push all the things they don't understand to the ghosts and gods, the ghosts and gods have boundless mana, omnipotent, ethereal and ubiquitous, and it is best to use them to block guns. Ma Yi no longer bothered that the smoke is the smoke of the gods, because it is the king to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise the gods and horses will come out again, and then put themselves down, and then, if they don't wake up, they will sleep here, and they will really be so sad that they can't be sad anymore.

Thinking about it, he immediately stood up, raised his feet and walked out. As soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly found that the vitality in the dantian seemed to be much thicker than before he fainted, and it was definitely not a little, if it was a little, he would not have any accidents, because he had never stopped cultivating, and it was natural that the vitality had become stronger, but when he tried to run the vitality, he found that his cultivation vitality had actually been promoted to the seventh level in a daze.

So, he was decisively shocked.

No way? Can you also cultivate the truth even if you faint, so that the vitality can be promoted?

Ma Yi's mouth opened in surprise and almost jumped. Everything that has happened since he entered the secret room is too unscientific, first the cultivator with a dignified six-fold vitality was easily put down by the unknown smoke, which simply weakened his self-confidence; Then, as soon as he woke up, Xiuzhen was inexplicably promoted to the next level.

Ma Yi did not have the ecstasy of sudden promotion in his heart at this time, but felt more and more that this place exuded a strange atmosphere, and it was not suitable to stay for a long time. So he hurried out of the secret room, ran all the way down the tunnel, and soon came to the slug, whose body had been dried in the shade. He stopped, and decisively spewed out a rootless fire, burning it into the air, and then covered his nose, quickly ran away, and after a few more turns, he finally faintly saw the light.

There is light! It was his first reaction when he saw the light.

It's here, it's at the exit, it's saved! This was his second reaction when he saw the light.

Ma Yi was suddenly in a happy mood, quickened his pace, and came to the tunnel entrance, only to find that outside the tunnel entrance, it turned out to be a cliff, and the tunnel entrance was in the middle of the cliff, and it couldn't reach the sky or the ground. But Ma Yi, who has just experienced several accidents, when he faced the accident again, his mood was very calm, not sad, not happy, not angry, as if he had become a Buddha after the four major emptiness.

He took the cymbal wheel out of the storage space, magnified it with his energy, and then he walked into the semi-circular position of the cymbal wheel, standing with his feet slightly open. He is now a seven-fold vitality and can fly at low altitude on a cymbal wheel, and he wants to get out of here on a cymbal wheel.

He clasped his hands together, interlocked his fingers, made hand prints, and silently recited the mantra of the cymbals, the blood red of the cymbal wheel became heavier and heavier, and at the same time, it also emitted a "buzzing" beep, and the wheel body was trembling slightly.

"Up!"

Ma Yi snorted softly, and the cymbal wheel suddenly took off into the air. Because he is the first time to control the cymbal wheel, the action is very unskilled, after the cymbal wheel off the ground, shaking so badly, several times almost even people with cymbals fell to the bottom, scared Ma Yi's head straight sweat, fortunately, after several efforts, he gradually mastered the knack of driving the cymbal wheel, the cymbal wheel gradually stabilized, like a red cloud, carrying Ma Yi rising, soon, it rose to the top of the cliff.

Standing on the top of the cliff, Ma Yi put away the cymbal wheel, and looked around to find that he was standing on the back hill of Sartaki Village, and at the bottom of the mountain, there were still armed men of the Dead Country of Ireland, and the traces left by the battle a week ago were still there, and the ruins of the walls could be seen everywhere, and the collapsed dark hole, although it had not been filled, had been blocked because of the collapse, forming a huge concave. Looking at the smoke curling down the mountain, Ma Yicai suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not eaten a grain of rice for a week.

As the old saying goes, people take food as their heaven, and if they are hungry like this, if they don't eat something, even if they are cultivators, they may starve to death. If he really starved to death, he would be very honored to be the first cultivator to starve to death, so he decided to go down the mountain and get something to eat. However, he didn't know where the weapons and equipment on his body had gone, so he didn't want to provoke the gang of outlaws under the mountain with his bare hands, so he looked up at the sky, it was already dusk, and he decided to wait until it was dark before touching the village.

Waiting was always long and boring, and for safety, he hid himself in the grass, because although it was far from the village of Saltaki, he was worried that there were patrols of the Elder Nation here, and it would be a big trouble to be careful, if he ran into them. The village was calm, he believed that Ke Jianhua and they had brought the hostages back to China, but unfortunately he didn't have communication equipment with him, and the satellite phone had been handed over to him when he ordered Ke Jianhua to lead the team to retreat, otherwise, he could contact him now, ask him about the situation, and by the way, let him tell General Fang that he was still alive, and then send someone to pick him up.

However, all of them had to be stopped because of the lack of communication equipment. If he wants to return to China, he can only rely on himself. But he wasn't worried, because he was now able to ride the cymbal wheel, which could cross mountains and rivers and take him home.

Soon, night fell, and most of the places below the hill were pitch black, except for a few scattered lights. Ma Yi drove the cymbal wheel, and with a "whoosh", he went down from the top of the mountain to the village, and after putting away the cymbal wheel, he quietly touched the door of a kitchen. He stepped in carefully, picked out some cooked food and water, and put them in the storage space.

After collecting the food, he was about to leave, when he suddenly faintly heard a sound of scolding, the voice was hoarse, as if he had been tortured, the voice just fell, followed by a burst of rage, although Ma Yi could not understand what they were scolding, but he seemed to feel that the hoarse voice was a little familiar, so he immediately swept over the sound with the eye of the sky, and if he really didn't know it, he was startled when he saw it, it turned out that the person was his guide Muhammad, who was tied to a torture rack, and was whipped with leather whip to barely a piece of good meat.

Opposite him, there stood an executioner and a one-eyed dragon, and from their attire, it was clear at a glance that they were the militants of the Dead Country, and it was clear that they were in charge of interrogation.

As for Muhammad for Mao to fall into their hands, Ma Yi really couldn't understand it for a while. It stands to reason that Muhammad is the guide of the Tianlei team, he should have withdrawn with Ke Jianhua and them, and he should also understand that he has become a heretic in their eyes because he helped the Tianlei team save people from the militants of the Erren Dead Country, so at the very least, before the limelight passes, he must stay away from them, or simply hide in the capital of Syria and scold his senior brother for not coming out, and he must not recklessly rush back to the village, because that is tantamount to throwing himself into a net.

Of course, it is useless to say this now, Muhammad has already fallen into the hands of the militants of the dead country of Ayr, and the only priority is to rescue him first. And looking at him, it seems that he can't hold on any longer, and if he gets a few more whips, he may die. Although they haven't been together for a long time, they are already friends, and friends are in trouble, of course, they can't die without help.

Ma Yi then immediately threw himself into the cell where Muhammad was being held.

"You, who have betrayed the * Lord and helped the infidels, you are a traitor, you have fallen and become a devil, so you must die!" The one-eyed dragon gritted its teeth and scolded in Syrian.

Muhammad smiled "hehe", "I have not betrayed the Lord, and I don't know what you are talking about!" You are the devil,* and the Lord will not forgive you! ”

"Well, you can quibble, but in the end you have to die, because your soul has been tainted by the infidels, and you are no longer pure, and you are already full of sin! Speak, name your accomplices, and perhaps I will ask the Lord to forgive you so that after you die, your soul may enter heaven! The one-eyed dragon said.

Muhammad sneered, "It's up to you? With you devils with innocent blood on your hands, are also worthy to talk to the Lord? No, it can't be, don't be delusional,* the Lord will not forgive you devils, He will not listen to any of your words, and sooner or later He will kill you all! ”