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Being in the unknown, in the boundless darkness, the wisps of sweet fragrance make people feel a little reassured.

It was clear that there was no emptiness here. There was no need to rush for his life, Su Jinge relaxed slightly, and groped to put the birthday cake in front of Xiao Hei. After that, I touched another piece, put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly.

When she finished chewing and eating slowly, her eyes should have adjusted to the darkness after calculating the time. I looked around, but I still couldn't see anything.

Sighing again, Su Jinge felt to the glass lamp hanging from his waist, held it tightly in his hand and soaked it in the water flow to the side.

The yellowish warm light lit up again, and Su Jinge carefully observed the hanging river not far away. There are many raised rocks in the hanging river, which can be climbed onto. With his vision in mind, he lowered his head and began to clean his satchel.

The satchel on her body is made extremely wide, and at this moment, the contents of the satchel are cleared out, just enough to accommodate Xiao Hei in.

Su Jinge tightened the satchel containing Xiao Hei again, put away the glass lamp, and flew towards the hanging river with his memory. Climb up to a section and take out the glass lamp to illuminate the road shape, and then continue climbing. After repeating it more than a dozen times, I finally climbed this underground cliff.

Unlike the openness of the underground world under the hanging river. It's so low that there's no flow of water everywhere you look.

Su Jinge walked slowly along the waist-length river, the lower he walked, and the smell of the soil became thicker and thicker. As the current slows down, the depth of the water gradually becomes shallower. After walking for another while, he could only crawl forward, and Su Jinge stopped.

The further you go, the lower it becomes, and you haven't felt a trace of air flow after walking for so long, and it looks like a dead end in front of you.

At this time, there is no way back, and there is no way forward. Yu Qingxuan's elixir was not much left, only enough for her to last for a few months. If the air here runs out and the pills run out, what awaits her is the end of suffocation.

Su Jinge spun around in place and put his gaze on the top of his head. Raise your hand and grab a handful of mud and sand from above and rub it. Then he chose a relatively open place and peeled off the mud and sand one by one.

If you can mobilize spiritual power, it is easy to hit a well. Where is the laborious use of such a handful of soil and sand. Sighing, Su Jinge adjusted his position and continued to pick up a piece of mud and sand. Fortunately, the strength in her body was still enough, and after a while, a shaft slowly took shape.

Su Jinge drilled into the shaft, fixed his body dangerously with his feet, and his hands continued to dig down large pieces of sediment. After leaving the water, the glass lamp loses its light. There was a heavy darkness in all directions, and the mud and sand kept shaking down to the head and neck. And whether there is a way to survive is still unknown.

To be embarrassed to be a primordial monk like her, I am afraid it is also unprecedented.

At first, Su Jinge was still able to dig for a while and then come down to rest. With the skillful movement of the technique, the dug up sediment accumulates quickly, and the flowing water has no time to wash away, gradually forming a small pile. In the end, the initial opening was blocked.

Su Jinge's whole person was like being sealed in the earth. There was no way back but to keep digging up.

Without food and water, I don't know what the road ahead is. None of these are the scariest of all. The most terrifying thing is the boundless darkness, and the single sound of mud and sand shaking.

Without food and water, Hei soon fell asleep.

The discomfort of darkness and silence grew more and more intense. I don't know how long time has passed, Su Jinge only remembers that he had taken a break seven times halfway. There is only one pill left on his body.

Grabbing the Dan bottle in his hand, Su Jinge raised his head and looked at the indistinguishable black silence above. After just a moment, he put away the Dan bottle and touched the dormant little black in the satchel. Continue to pick up the dirt above his head, and slowly sing a small tune in his mouth.

"One jar of plums is drunk, and two drawers of river crabs are fat. Three baskets of sour fruits with sweet cinnamon, four into blue fried shrimp tails, and five-color cold vegetables into the soup to boil,......。 ”

At this moment, a few feet above Su Jinge's head, under the clouds, the bright sunshine was lazily sprinkled on a golden spiritual field.

An old man dressed as a farmer suddenly stood up straight, with a hint of panic on his face, "Did you hear any sounds?" ”

The rest of the companions stopped what they were doing, listened intently for a while, and all smiled and said, "It's a rare spirit bird, and it's not terrible." Why is Uncle Bai afraid of being like this? ”

The old man surnamed Bai shook his head again and again, "It's not the sound of birds and beasts, it's a woman singing, like a ...... underground. At the end, the tail note began to tremble.

The companions looked at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Uncle Bai, don't scare us. The one in the ground is not a female ghost. ”

An old man with the same gray hair was even more out of breath with laughter, pointing at the old man surnamed Bai and saying repeatedly: "I was scared by us yesterday, and now I come to find a venue." It's a pity that you're really ..... Hahaha. ”

The old man surnamed Bai became more and more anxious, and said hurriedly: "Lao Ning, although I don't cultivate with you, you know my hearing." ”

Hearing this, the old man who spoke earlier stopped laughing and lay on the ground to listen carefully. Seeing the old man's actions, the people around him laughed even more.

"Uncle Ning, are you really fooled?"

The old man surnamed Bai hurriedly said: "I didn't lie, Lao Ning, listen carefully, now it's getting closer and closer." ”

Seeing that the face of the old man surnamed Ning, who had the highest cultivation, gradually became serious, and the laughter around him gradually subsided. A young man on the third floor of Qi training also lay down and listened carefully to the movement underground.

The wind blew, and the Linggu rustled. Faintly, it seemed that a woman's singing voice really came from underground.

A copper-skinned young man's legs trembled slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "I remember, a singer died in Wangxian City. ”

Yes, a few days ago, a singer died in Wangxian City, and it is rumored that she starved herself to death in order to lose her waist, and it seems that she was buried near here.

The song was closer, and even the peasants who had not drawn their breath into their bodies could faintly hear the singing. I can vaguely tell what is singing, "... The hoof soup is fragrant... Slippery Slippery Spoon... Shortbread.... ”

All the singers sang were food, and the singers who died of starvation were buried nearby. Everyone's scalps suddenly went numb. One of the timid ones even covered his ears and screamed, and the voice was so poignant that it went straight up to the clouds, startling a group of birds and beasts around him.

One of them, a yellow-billed and red-tailed woody bird, fluttered its wings and flew straight into the mountains not far away. Skimming over sparkling lakes, through lush mountain forests, over many undulating hills, and finally falling onto a plane tree on top of a peak.

Under the sycamore tree, a white-clothed Qi cultivator raised his head and shouted happily, "Senior brother, your Wood Fragrance Bird is back. ”

In the house on the side, a Qi Cultivator who was also dressed in white poked his head out of the window, looked at Mu Xiangniao and scolded with a smile: "Finally willing to come back, other birds and beasts are all running out in the spring, but you don't return home in the autumn." ”

The white-clothed monk teased the bird through the window for a while, and when he turned back again, the small tea stove on the table in the room was already boiling with the smell of tea.

The white-clothed monk bent down and poured a cup of tea, and made a small trick to make the temperature of the tea in the cup instantly palatable. Moving in his footsteps, he walked inside with his tea.

On the wooden couch in the middle of the room lay a handsome man. Although his eyes were closed and he was lying quietly on the couch, he was also a heroic spirit that could not be concealed.

The white-clothed monk half-sat down in front of the couch, soaked tea in a clean and soft cotton cloth, and gently wiped it on the man's lips.

The man's eyelids twitched, and then he opened his eyes and looked blankly at the whitefriar.

The white-clothed monk was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the man on the couch fixedly. A moment later, with the sound of teacups rolling down and cracking, the whitefriar rushed out of the room, "Wake up, wake up!" Zhenyuan Ancestor has woken up! Senior brother, junior brother, Zhenyuan Ancestor has woken up! ”

The wood-scented bird on the plane tree was shocked by this sound, and its feathers all over its body fluttered, and it fluttered its wings and flew away again. Only this time it couldn't find a quiet place to rest for the time being. Because in a moment, the entire Dongyao was filled with waves of joy, one after another, for a long time.

In a Linggu field not far from the Crescent Lake at the foot of Dongyao Mountain, a small piece of land suddenly fell, and a blood-colored mud hand stretched out from the ground.

Screams suddenly rang out in all directions, and a group of peasants fled in all directions. Only three or five monks who had already been drawn into their bodies were left.

The youngest of them swallowed nervously, "Uncle Bai, shouldn't it be a ghost cultivator in broad daylight?" ”

The old man surnamed Bai's beard trembled slightly, and his voice was also nervous, "It's not like, isn't it a corpse?" ”

The old man surnamed Ning clenched the sickle in his hand, stared at the hand with a wrong eye, and said, "No matter what kind of monster she is, she must not be allowed to come out and harm others." ”

Several people stared at the clay hand tightly, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly tense.

The hand swung back in the wind, and then a large expanse of land fell, and a clay figure crawled out.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The boy sat down on the ground with his ass on his shoulder. Although the person in front of him was covered in mud and couldn't see clearly, the breath was indeed a person.

The old man surnamed Bai kept following his breath and said, "Where did you come from, how did you get into the ground and be scary?" ”

The fragrance of the valley in the wind and the slightly moist breath are so familiar. It's just that the tone of the people around them is what they remember. Su Jinge's heart pounded. After not seeing the sun for a long time, she didn't dare to open her eyes, so she only curled the corners of her lips and asked where a voice came from: "Is this Dongyao?" ”

The beard of the old man surnamed Bai trembled more and more, but this time he was angry, this female doll spoke clearly with a Dongyao accent, and asked him if this was Dongyao. Then he stomped his foot and scolded: "This is not Dongyao, where is it?!" Whose girl doll are you, making this kind of joke, it's really itchy. See if I don't tell your family,......。 ”

Before the old man surnamed Bai finished scolding, he saw the girl covered in mud in front of him cheering, got up and flew away in the direction of Crescent Lake.

It's flying away, not flying with a royal weapon, but flying away out of thin air.

The words of the old man surnamed Bai suddenly choked in his throat, "She, she ......." ”

The boy on the ground blinked, "Speaking of which, the aura on her body doesn't seem to be quite right." "That breath doesn't look like a monk or a mortal. Like what? The young man frowned and pondered, and suddenly stroked his palm and said, "It's like a spirit stone!" ”

It contains aura and doesn't work, isn't it like a spirit stone?

Could it be that the spirit stones under the ground have become essences?! The spirit stone becomes fine, unheard of!

Just when several farmers were full of confusion, a voice that couldn't hide their excitement came from the crescent moon lake in the distance, "I'm sorry everyone, come back another day and apologize!" ”

Another gust of wind blew, and in the golden valley waves, the expressions of several farmers became more and more confused.

What the hell is going on?! (To be continued.) )