"What's more, since it's hijacking, then I still have use value...... Anyway, if you don't die, you have a chance to turn around. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Yinchen thought so, and the flame of unwillingness and anger still did not mean to be extinguished. Although as a mage, at the beginning of embarking on the road to conquer the world, he must be mentally prepared to be held hostage, purged, criticized and killed, but for an eleven-year-old boy, especially for an aspiring teenager who has seen the "glorious future" of his fist and foot trampling madness, death suddenly became strange and terrifying at this moment, he was unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat, and could not even forgive this cowardly self who was held hostage at this moment.

Silver Dust closed his eyes and felt his body fall endlessly, as if his small body was about to run through the entire planet.

"Bottomless Abyss?" Silver Dust was finally driven by the most deadly curiosity of the mage's purple vein, opened his eyes, and looked at the empty feet with great difficulty.

"Ahh

At his feet, coiled into a circle, was a funnel-shaped abyss of a spiral with a diameter of three hundred meters, and the spiral funnel was not a time tunnel, nor a magical passage to the world of Narnia, nor a plane bridge, nor a hyperspace passage, or even a pit of judgment that fell into hell.

It was as terrifying as the esophagus or large intestine of some giant monster, purple-red and writhing and writhing. The purple red slowly squirmed like fresh purple flesh on top of the huge spiral that was gradually tightening, and there was also a dense layer of disgusting and terrifying fluff like tentacles, and those fluffs waved at the people who fell, and many tentacles quickly rolled up one by one the frightened and helpless monk disciples, cruelly pulling them into the cracks of the huge and infinite purple spiral, except for the occasional sound of the shattering of flesh and bones, there would never be any message from those disciples.

At his feet, in the center, was an incomparably despairing, dark purple abyss of unknown blood.

The monks who entered the Purple Blood Temple finally encountered the first major attrition, no matter who it was, even Du Chuanchang, who had been recovering from the victory in the battle, had no ability to protect himself in such a terrifying high-speed fall, and was humiliated several times by those slimy slender tentacles-like fluff, and was almost swept into a millstone-like spiral gap by a tentacle. As for the others, they can only ask for more blessings, may Sanqing bless them.

The purple spiral slowly strangled and approached, and it seemed that the bottomless abyss was getting narrower and narrower. The number of monks is dwindling, and those who are temporarily alive have long since become incontinent in boundless terror. Silver Dust looked away, no longer looking at the bloody scene, but stubbornly unwilling to close his eyes, he could only look around elsewhere. The mages who had already been clutched in fear did not realize that the monk disciples who were engulfed by the gaps in the whirlpool were the lowest in this group.

The disciples of the Interpretation Sect, the disciples of the Demon Killing Sect, and the disciples of the Blue Demon Sect, these disciples whose Yuan Qi cultivation is relatively low, and whose cultivation skills are also very ordinary, have become the people who have suffered the most losses.

At the top of his head, at the bottom of his feet, there was a pure purple light, and in that light there was only nothingness, no vision, and no hope. The purple spiral abyss doesn't know how deep it is, and the spiraling purple "belly" doesn't know where to extend, it seems to be a living eternity that extends up and down to the end of the universe.

Yinchen closed his mouth, and even closed his eyes helplessly in the end, no longer insisting, no longer resisting, completely compressing the hope of survival in his heart, and quietly fell into the purple abyss with the purple wind scattered people, and those monk disciples who might be lucky to survive. (To be continued.) )