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The poison pill exploded instantly, and the violent poisonous gas roared out, heading towards the four of them in Lily of the Valley.

This stone step is not spacious, and the poisonous gas is a gas, which will not cause a weapon attack, which instantly makes the faces of Han Danzi and the four of them change greatly.

"Qin Feng, you're dead!"

The sound of angry shouts came from the stone steps, but Zhang Jian didn't look at it anymore, and quickly entered the fifth level with Jing Ran and Ah Niu.

Entering the fifth level, there is a secret room in the middle of the secret room, and there is a bronze ancient lamp on the stone platform, and a faint light is swaying on it.

The secret room was not big, and when Zhang Jian and the three of them stepped in, the entrance behind them disappeared.

Zhang Jian's face was pale and bloodless, when he broke through the fourth level just now, because of the speed he accelerated, he suffered a lot of injuries, and at this moment he suffered severe pain in his body and suffered internal injuries.

Zhang Jian swept his gaze, and found no abnormality for the time being, and immediately took out the spirit crystal and holy water from the storage ring, swallowed it quickly, and relied on divine power to recover his injuries.

The injury this time was very serious, Zhang Jian couldn't recover quickly, and in the fifth level here, Zhang Jian didn't dare to be careless.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Jing Ran let out a miserable scream, waking Zhang Jian up from his healing state, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see Jing Ran falling to the ground with his head in his hands, screaming loudly.

In Zhang Jian's surprised gaze, Jing Ran actually recovered his body and turned into a dark red thorn bush, but the screams continued to come.

Jing Ran's strange appearance surprised Zhang Jian, but soon, he also felt the abnormality.

There was a sudden stinging in his consciousness, as if someone was pricking him with a needle, and this stinging pain kept appearing, and it was impossible to prevent it.

"Lanting Sword Book!"

This is a divine sense attack, Zhang Jian was awe-inspiring in his heart, and he didn't have time to treat the injuries in his body, so he quickly cast the Lanting Sword Book, incarnated into the divine sense sword qi, and attacked the long needle-like attack.

However, this attack was too violent, like rain hitting a plantain, although Zhang Jian had good sense and the Lanting Sword Book, he still felt an unbearable stinging sensation.

Obviously, Jing Ran was the same before, so he fell to the ground in pain and manifested his body.

Instead, Ah Niu stood in place, not moving at all, as if this divine attack had no effect on him.

"It's the lamp!"

Zhang Jian continued to cast the Lanting Sword Book, but he still had a headache, he glanced at the bronze ancient lamp on the stone platform, and suddenly rushed out, wanting to extinguish the light.

However, when Zhang Jian's hand reached out to the bronze ancient lamp, it passed directly through, as if it was just a light and shadow, not a real existence.

However, the stinging sensation was still there, making Zhang Jian show a painful look.

"Damn, it must be extinguished with divine consciousness!"

Seeing his hand passing through the bronze ancient lamp, Zhang Jian's mind flashed and he thought of something.

This kind of thing is left by the divine consciousness of the strong, so it cannot be broken at all except for the divine consciousness.

But this thing is extremely aggressive, and Zhang Jian can only slow down when he uses the Lanting Sword Book with all his might, not completely blocking it.

In this way, how can this bronze ancient lamp be extinguished?

"I can only fight!"

Jing Ran screamed again and again, Zhang Jian looked at this bronze ancient lamp, and his heart was also horizontal, otherwise even if he was caught up by Han Danzi and them, he would not be able to stay here for a long time.

"Lanting Sword Book, Sword!"

Zhang Jian's divine sense gushed out wildly, turning into a "sword" word, this word sword aura is fierce, the momentum is amazing, like a sword of divine consciousness, slashing towards the bronze ancient lamp madly.

At this moment, the bronze ancient lamp also seemed to feel threatened, the lamp swayed suddenly, and a stinging sensation that was stronger than before appeared, making Zhang Jian's face hideous and painful.

"Slash me!"

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth, drenched in cold sweat, but without hesitation, he condensed all his divine consciousness on the sword words, and rushed towards the bronze ancient lamp frantically.

Three, two, and one......

The sword word is getting closer and closer to the bronze ancient lamp, but the pressure is getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Jian's divine consciousness at this moment, as if there are thousands of long needles pierced, the pain is incomparable, Zhang Jian's whole person is lying on the ground, sweat flowing out of his body, completely soaking the black shirt.

This is the first time Zhang Jian has encountered a crisis of divine consciousness, his divine sense has always been relatively strong, but at this moment he is as fragile as a child, and he can't compare with this bronze ancient lamp at all.

Nine-foot, eight-foot, seven-foot......

The divine consciousness continued to advance, and every time he advanced, the pain suffered by Zhang Jian became more intense, Zhang Jian's teeth creaked, and his muscles burst out, and he was extremely hideous.

Three-foot, two-foot, one-foot......

Getting closer, getting closer.

At this time, the pain Zhang Jian endured was unimaginable to ordinary people, Jing Ran was already hoarse in pain, but Zhang Jian did not give up.

Eight-inch, seven-inch, six-inch......

Little by little, the consciousness is getting closer, but the pain is multiplied.

Three-inch, two-inch, one-inch......

Finally, Zhang Jian's divine sense was extremely close to the bronze ancient lamp.

"Slash me!"

Zhang Jian gritted his teeth and roared, his fists clenched, and the sweat all over his body completely soaked him.

At this moment, Zhang Jian had no reservations, and all his divine consciousness was condensed under this sword.

The sword words that the divine consciousness turned into slashed down, slashing towards the flickering lights.

The lights were illusory, but they were so hot that Zhang Jian felt as if his consciousness was being burned, like a moth to a fire, killing himself.

But Zhang Jian had no choice, he could only continue, either the lights went out, or his divine consciousness was shattered.

At this moment, there is no choice, it is a contest between life and death.

Burst!

Suddenly, the flickering lights on the bronze ancient lamp shook violently and then went out.

Almost at the moment when the lights went out, all the stinging pain disappeared without a trace, Zhang Jian gasped heavily, the black shirt on his body was completely wet with sweat, he lay on the ground, but he didn't even want to move a finger.

But he had to get up, because there were Han Danzi and others behind him, and if he lay down here, he would definitely die.

Zhang Jian struggled to sit up from the ground, and at this moment, Jing Ran's screams gradually disappeared, and he lay on the ground to recover.

Zhang Jian sat cross-legged with difficulty, operating his divine power, and the Dao divine power flowed around his limbs and hundreds of remains, clearing Zhang Jian's exhaustion and detachment.

Only violent wheezing echoed in the air, and Zhang Jian and Jing Ran were both racing against time to recover.

Half an hour later, Zhang Jian finally opened his eyes, although his body was still a little weak, he was able to barely move.

"Huh, my consciousness has become pure!"

Suddenly, Zhang Jian was surprised, in his mind, although his divine sense was much less than before, its purity was higher.

If Zhang Jian's divine consciousness was a piece of iron ore containing impurities, but at this moment, his divine consciousness is refined iron after thousands of tempers.

Although iron ore is also iron, it is fragile and easy to destroy, but pure iron can forge sharp weapons.

At this time, Zhang Jian felt that although his divine sense had become less numerous, it had become stronger.

"The treasure of tempering divine sense!" Looking at the extinguished bronze ancient lamp on the stone platform, Zhang Jian's heart was hot, he knew that the strengthening of his divine sense was precisely because of this mysterious bronze ancient lamp.