In the dilapidated and gloomy stone cave, four figures sat motionless.

Inside and outside the cave were dead air, blocking the spying of Yuanwei's divine sense. After asking a few more times in a row and not responding, Motoo cautiously walked towards the cave. Mu Wei and the others also landed in the cave one after another, following behind Motoo.

The four of them were dressed in different colors and styles, and it didn't seem that they were from the same sect or family. Yuan Wei got closer and found that they were all in their twenties, their faces were dark and blue, there was no spiritual power fluctuation on their bodies, and they had been dead for a long time.

"They're all dead, probably from inhaling too much dead air. Motoo sighed.

"All dead?!" Mu Wei cheered, and jumped to search for the Qiankun bags of the four people.

"Brother Mu Wei, you want everything from the dead! Isn't it just a spirit stone! I'll send you when I get home!" Nie Rong'er covered her nose and disliked Mu Wei.

"What do you know, this belongs to the loot, you know, the loot!" Mu Wei shook the four Qiankun bags in his hand with a smug expression.

"Brother Yuanwei, how do you say they got here? There doesn't seem to be a rope around here!" Instead, Nie Tianlei took a turn in the cave and seemed to have noticed something strange about things.

The four of them discussed for a long time but didn't come up with a reason, and finally simply stopped thinking about it, and sat on the ground at the entrance of the cave, using the spiritual energy in their bodies, and squeezing out the dead qi that was inhaled into their bodies little by little.

Half an hour later, all four of them had regained their strength and were ready to continue descending down the rope.

"It's broken!" Mu Wei had sharp eyes, and he saw that the rope hanging at the entrance of the cave was a little strange, so he quickly reached out and pulled it.

The rope was woven from wolf hemp, silkworm silk and some precious metal wires, which was considered a second-grade spiritual weapon, which was one of the spiritual weapons specially prepared by Nie Qi for their trip. It's just that at this time, the rope that was originally shining with silver light began to slowly spread up from the hanging end, and wherever the black gas went, the rope gradually darkened and turned black, until it was wiped out and turned into nothingness.

The black qi devoured the rope and approached Mu Wei at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Mu Wei let out a scream and spread his palm, and was pulled to his side by Yuan Wei.

The four of them stared at each other with wide eyes, helpless.

"Maybe the ropes of the four people inside are also like this, so they are trapped and died here!" Nie Tianlei thought thoughtfully.

"How rich is the dead qi at the bottom of this Jingtan? can't even resist these two spiritual weapons?"

"Maybe the rope is hanging right in the stagnant water. This is also a good thing, when we go down to the bottom of the pool, we will go home directly with stagnant water. Motoo comforted the three.

Until now, there is no turning back. The problem faced by Yuan Wei was that Nie Tianlei had only prepared a rope, and how to continue down to the bottom of the pond was a problem.

The four of them all looked at the goshawk, the realm of the Nine Weeks of Flying Forging Veins, if they could fly in this dead energy, then things would be much simpler. Although the goshawk could not express his thoughts, he also had some hazy intelligence. Watching the crowd look at it, the head is stuck under the wings and pretending to sleep.

In fact, Motoo also knew that flying in this quiet pool undoubtedly increased the chance of contact with the dead air, which was actually not a wise behavior. Watching the goshawk play tricks, Nie Tianlei suddenly burst out, and smashed it with a hammer, and the goshawk fell to the ground in a daze, gradually transforming into a body less than two feet long, and was stuffed into his Qiankun bag by Nie Tianlei.

"Actually, there is another way to get to the bottom of the pool. Mu Wei pinched his chin and said.

"What's the way?" Nie Rong'er was the first to ask.

Mu Wei smiled, and one of them leaned on the back of Yuanwei, and then explained: "We jumped down from the hole, landed for a certain distance, inserted the weapon into the gap in the stone, and rested for a while to continue landing." ”

"This method works, but what do you mean by you coming to my back?" Motoo smiled bitterly, in fact, he had already guessed Mu Wei's intentions.

"My cane is too weak to fit into a gap. So I'm only looking for you to carry me!"

"Didn't Grandpa Nie say that the phoenix core iron was forged into your wooden staff?..."

Yuan Wei didn't finish speaking, but found that Nie Rong'er's sister and brother glanced at each other, and one of them came over and hugged one of his thighs!

"What about you two?"

"Brother, both of us have hammers, how can we insert them into the cracks of the stones, and besides, I still have to run that angry lotus!" Nie Rong'er looked pitiful.

Yuanwei was speechless, but the three of them seemed to have eaten him, no one was willing to let go, and after a stalemate, Yuanwei had to compromise. Fortunately, the immortal cultivator's body was strong and different from ordinary people, and the three of them hanging on Yuanwei's body did not cause much obstacle to others. Motowei staggered to the edge of the cave and jumped down, and after landing for a distance, he slammed the snake staff into the crack in the stone to stop the falling body, and of course, the three people he was carrying and hanging on his back!

The speed of the Yuan Tail is much faster than when there is a rope. It's just that the appearance of the four people is a little weird, and there is a lot of noise along the way.

"Brother Mu Wei, your stinky foot has kicked us in the head!"

"Nie Tianlei, don't scratch the soles of my feet with your broken hammer!"

"Rong'er, don't scratch the root of my thigh, it's itching to death!"

...

An hour later, the bottom of the pool was already faintly visible.

Although Jingtan has the name of "pool", the bottom of the pond is not an ocean. On the contrary, there is very little stagnant water in Jingtan, and I really don't know who gave it the name "Jingtan" for this.

The bottom of the pond was still shrouded in mist-like flowing dead air, and that dead air was even thicker, and if it weren't for the protection of the Angry Lotus, maybe the four of them would have been eroded by it like the rope. In that dead air were some huge animal bones, which were said to be animal bones, because those bones were too huge to be human bones: a skull one zhang high, bone rods two or three zhang long, and vertebrae more than ten zhang long could be seen everywhere. I don't know if it's because of the ravages of time or the erosion of dead air, those huge bones are all black and gray, exuding the smell of decay.

Motoo cautiously landed on top of a skull, freeing himself from the three people who were hanging on his body. The four of them didn't dare to leave the protection of Nu Lian, so they had to take each other's hands and carefully shuttle between the giant bones, hoping to find the backwater.

The four of them searched for half an hour on the periphery of the bottom of the pool, but found nothing.

"Let's take a look at the central area!" Motao decided.

After another half an hour of shuttling between the giant bones, suddenly a baby's call "babble-ah-" burrowed into Yuanwei's ears. He looked around, but didn't find half a figure.

"Brother, what are you looking for?" asked Nie Rong'er.

"Do you hear a baby barking?"

The three of them stretched out their ears at the same time, and there was still a dead silence around them.

"Brother Yuanwei, are you hallucinating?" Nie Tianlei asked with a smile.

Motoo couldn't doubt the trio's hearing, shook his head and continued to walk forward.

"Babble—ahh Motoo looked again, but there was still no trace. Looking at the unresponsive looks of the three Mu Wei, Yuan Wei hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything. However, he secretly guessed the direction of the voice, and led the three of them straight away.

The further you go, the fewer the giant bones become, vaguely exposing the ground, which is also a neatly laid out stone.

After a stick of incense, the four of them came to a small semi-enclosed area. It is said to be closed, but it is actually a dead end formed by the accumulation of several skulls. There was a particularly thick dead air there, like a small black cloud of life.

The dead breath watched the four people coming, a little excited, constantly changing shapes, and finally turned into a baby's head suspended in the air, and the face vaguely had the appearance of a yuanwei.

Nie Rong'er held the angry lotus high to prevent the death qi from approaching, but she couldn't help but make a fuss in her mouth: "Brother, is that your child? ”

If it weren't for Nu Lian in her hands, Yuan Wei would have wanted to kick her, "The first thing he saw was me, he was imitating my appearance, okay!"

"Ahh

Nie Rong'er saw that the portrait was cute, and couldn't help but take half a step forward. And the dead qi seemed to be afraid of the angry lotus in her hand, and with a hula it dispersed the appearance of her head, turning into a mass of chaos again, dodging in all directions.

"It seems to be a dead spirit. Mu Wei watched it for a long time, as if she had figured out some truth.

I don't know how many spirit beasts have died in this quiet pool, and the various dead qi emitted by the spirit beasts after their death has been brewed for ten thousand years, giving birth to this dead spirit. Strictly speaking, the Dead Spirit is a special kind of soul, not a complete life.

"Brother Mu Wei, is the spirit of death good or bad, good or evil?" Nie Rong'er asked.

"How do I know?! But it doesn't seem to have a high level of intelligence, just like the newborn baby, which should be at the stage where there is no good or evil in the heart. Mu Wei replied.

"Isn't that just like a spirit animal? If you adopt and raise it, you will have a powerful helper in the future! No, no, how can an immortal cultivator mix with death qi. Let's go find the backwater. This dead spirit is useless. Nie Rong'er analyzed.

The four of them turned around and wanted to leave, but the dead spirit re-transformed into a baby, and reluctantly followed them.

"Let's go find the backwater, we can't play with you, can you play by yourself?" Motoo looked at it pitifully and turned around.

"Death - Water ——?"

"Do you know about the backwater? Can you take us there?" Motoo's heart moved.

The dead spirit nodded its head quickly.