After everything subsided, the aura around him also faded. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a monk approached the giant pit to take a look, but saw that the broken wall was sharpened, and the bottom was gone. It was not so much a crater as a huge chasm into the earth.

The monks probed down a few times, only to feel that the further they went down, the more cold it became, and nothing else. They carefully controlled the magic weapon and went down for about three or five days before they touched the end.

It took Tianying Zhenjun a full three days to finally force out that trace of immortal qi. The white-clothed monk who was protecting the Dharma on the side immediately stepped forward with a glass bottle and put away the trace of immortal energy.

Hearing that the monks who had gone down to visit had not yet come up, Tianying Zhenjun immediately descended into the chasm after a little breathing.

With the courage of Tianying Zhenjun's cultivation, he had already descended to the ground of the rift in less than a day.

Here, the sunlight is already weak enough to illuminate the surrounding scenery. Tianying Zhenjun took out a mirror-shaped magic weapon, and the palm-sized mirror was plain and unpretentious, and it emitted a bright white light when it flew into the air. The scenery suddenly became clear.

Large and small stones intermingled with snow and ice, paving into an endless dead silence.

Tianying Zhenjun let go of his divine sense, but he couldn't find the breath of those Jindan monks no matter what. He took the mirror-shaped artifact in his hand and circled the vast fissure underneath the ground twice, and it was only during the second search that he discovered a strange hole in the middle of a few clusters of ice and rocks, tentatively called a well.

This cave looked so unremarkable that it was overlooked by the Celestial True Monarch during his first search. It wasn't until the second time he noticed it that Tianying Zhenjun realized that the well could not penetrate the divine sense.

The diameter of the wellhead is not large, and it can almost accommodate two people up and down at the same time. When I looked down, I saw a pitch black patch. Tianying Zhenjun pulled the mirror closer, but he didn't want the mirror to suddenly lose its light as soon as it approached the well, and it broke away from Tianying Zhenjun's control, and drew a very light wave of air in the air and fell into the well.

The sound of metal and stone clashing sounded again and again, with a little echo, each farther than the other. Then a long cry of pain rang out from the bottom of the well, "Ahhh ”

Tianying Zhenjun's expression was grim, and he immediately stretched out his head to the wellhead. Sure enough, I could hear a faint human voice from below.

"What are you doing?" It was a rather young-sounding woman's voice, with a slight trilling and thin anger in her tone, obviously frightened by the shouts of the Changlin real person.

"It hurts!"

The woman who spoke up earlier sneered, and said mockingly: "Changlin Daoyou's seven-foot body is actually afraid of pain. This was a terrible sound, and Mu Chen also saw a ghost as a Taoist friend. ”

The voice of Changlin Zhenren suddenly carried twelve points of grievance, "The pain is forgotten." This cold stone drops on the head, who doesn't bluff on whom? -- Also, the long forest was still a few inches away from six feet, but it was far less than seven feet. Then he muttered something in a low voice.

"Huh!" Mu Chenzhen laughed hurriedly, gritted his teeth and said, "Changlin Daoyou".

"Ahem." A low cough interjected, "At this time, the two Daoists should not be angry. ”

Changlin Zhenren preemptively said: "Which one wants to fight, isn't it all this ......, huh?!" It's not a stone! Which is this missing ....... ”

Changlin Zhenren's suddenly raised voice seemed to have been suddenly cut off by a sharp blade, and it was cleanly silenced.

After the eerie silence, Changlin Zhenren's voice rose again, sounding clear and polite, as if the person who had just shouted at the top of his throat was not him.

"May I ask who is the Taoist friend up there? There is no spiritual power under this, so I throw a long rope down so that I can teach us to go up. ”

Tianying Zhenjun's face became darker and darker, and he had some impressions of Changlin's Dao name, and vaguely remembered that it was Taiyifeng's. No matter how everyone else returns, but this is a disciple of Fuguang. With such words and deeds, if you usually have to catch the wall, learn etiquette and behavior.

Under the well cave, Changlin Zhenren's words fell, and he heard the voice that dissuaded the two from arguing before, "Please also ask Daoyou to quickly inform Tianying Zhenjun that I and a few others chased in because they saw a black shadow very similar to Su Qingxue flashing here." This is very strange below, it seems to be a place of absolute spirits, I waited for the exploration of half of the incense kung fu and there were two Taoist friends who disappeared inexplicably, and when I returned here, three Taoist friends were scattered. ”

Tianying Zhenjun's brows tightened when he heard this, but he couldn't find out Su Qingxue's purpose for a while, and the strangeness of the well couldn't be found out immediately. It's better to save people first.

After a while, Tianying Zhenjun found that although there were some rope-like things on his body, they all needed to be infused with spiritual power, but he was afraid that he would not be able to use them in this well. He threw out a messenger, trying to get the monk above to get a rope down, but he didn't want the messenger to be sucked into the hole as well.

Tianying Zhenjun groaned slightly, took a few steps back and rode up.

He didn't notice that the messenger had been sucked down against the edge of the wellhead, and had swept away a small piece of rubble at the mouth of the well because it was so fast. After a series of stones clashing, there was a cry of pain from the bottom of the well, "Ahh Why did you smash me again?! ”

Halfway up to Tianying Zhenjun, he felt that the aura of many monks was approaching this place. When I returned to the ground, I saw that the flying boat of Acacia, Hundred Flowers, and Tianyin had arrived. In the distance, above the sky, two flying boats with unclear signs also flew in this direction.

In the cold darkness.

Su Jinge woke up slowly, and then was shocked to realize that his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant.

She tried to move her hands and feet, and found herself crammed into the boulders. Unleashing his senses, he spotted a clearing behind him to the right without boulders. After confirming that there were no living beings in that place, he immediately launched a spiritual energy in that direction.

Stones, snow flakes and ice were smashed into powder by the force, and a road briefly appeared in front of him. Before the stones and ice and snow refilled the road, Su Jinge turned into an afterimage and flashed out in an instant.

She let out a sigh of relief, but in a trance she heard a roar erupt from her body. Is this the power possessed by the top-level monk of the Zhongyuan Continent, the Yuanhou monk?

The power contained in her body was unprecedentedly majestic and she could not ignore it.

After a moment's pause, Su Jinge thought: How can this rank be like a joke!

Gathering her mind, Su Jinge continued to release her divine sense, but found that the range covered by her divine sense was gray and silent. The aura and the immortal aura were mixed together, constantly burrowing into her body.

When the spiritual energy entered the body, it rushed along the more tenacious veins, and all the immortal qi gathered towards the dantian as if they had eyes.

Su Jinge's dantian was filled with a piece of light, and the ice-colored lotus root continued to absorb the immortal qi, and the more he inhaled the light, the brighter it became, and gradually illuminated the entire lotus plant. The flames above the red lotus were blazing. The little Yuan Ying was hanging in the air and stretching his limbs, and a shadow of the fire was flying out of the fire beside him.

Su Jinge couldn't figure out whether it was because of the ice lotus or the red lotus that he escaped again, and he couldn't figure out what the subtle emotions that flashed in his heart at this moment were.

After taking a deep breath, she collected her emotions in the shortest possible time and began to perceive the position of Wu Niang.

I don't know where Master and the other Yuanying Cultivators are now, maybe they can avoid these immortal qi?