But Lin Feng didn't expect that just as he grabbed the Night Pearl in his hand, before he had time to appreciate it, suddenly an ink-colored aura mixed with a piercing chill erupted from the Night Pearl, and along Lin Feng's hand that grabbed the bead that was about to be frozen by ice, it surged and spread all over his body, and the damage of -100, -100 floated from the top of his head.

"Damn!" Suddenly, Lin Feng only felt that his soul trembled, as if he was going to be attracted to the Night Pearl, he secretly cursed, and secretly said that it was not good in his heart, and hurriedly used all his strength to throw the Night Pearl that seemed to be sucked in his hand to the messy ground.

"Bang!" "Gurgling ......" gushed with ink-colored aura mixed with a biting chill of the night pearl, which was thrown to the ground by Lin Feng, and stopped after a long time, and the surging ink-colored aura gradually disappeared without a trace in the bead, and the bead also returned to normal, exuding a soft light, everything as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feng covered his hand, looking at the bead that he threw off to the ground, which had returned to normal and exuded a soft light, his heart palpitated, if it was a little later just now, it was estimated that he would really die on the hand of this bead.

"I'll go! This thing is poisonous, such an evil sect! Even if he had never seen the world, he realized that this bead was definitely not a night pearl, and subconsciously took out a deer cutting knife from his backpack, and slowly moved closer to the position of the bead.

However, as Lin Feng continued to get closer, the bead on the ground seemed to come to life, and the ink-colored aura gushed out from the bead again, and it was pitch black, looking like it was about to swallow Lin Feng.

"Nima!" Lin Feng has always been vigilant, although he said that he was on guard, but the sudden burst of ink-colored aura from the beads really startled him, and the horror of the ink-colored arrogance, he had just understood, so he naturally did not dare to move forward, and hurriedly retreated a few steps back, opening a certain distance from the beads on the ground.

Perhaps the bead sensed something, and at the moment when Lin Feng retreated backwards, the cloud of ink-colored aura that gushed out gradually returned to the bead and returned to normal, exuding a soft light.

"It's kind of interesting! There's not going to be an old man or anything like that! Lin Feng held the deer cutting knife in his hand and stabilized his mind, and he was even more curious about the big bead on the ground that he mistook for the pearl of the night. After looking up and down for a long time, I didn't see anything special about this thing, and I couldn't help but throw away a "insight" skill directly.