Looking around, Wu Que found that all the golden light in the cave had been swallowed by himself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Wu Quezhi's "Sanyang Anchor" in the sea was already the size of a soybean, and he had never had a keen sense, which made him feel like he was standing in the bright sunshine even if he was at the bottom of the dark cave.

He looked up at the top of the cave, which was as high as the sky, and then at the crystal surface of the cave walls, which were as smooth as mirrors, and found that it was not easy to get out of the bottom of the cave.

He pulled out his sword and slashed at the crystal wall in front of him.

"Ahh

With all his might, he swirled his sword and tore a large cone-shaped crystal from the cave wall.

In this way, piece by piece, he kept digging in the wall of the cave with his long sword, and finally dug a large cone-shaped hole.

At the moment when the big hole opened, the water of the Black Sea shot into it like a sharp arrow.

Although he had been prepared, Wu Que was still slammed into the cave wall opposite the cone-shaped cave by the turbulent seawater, and he almost lost his breath.

As the water level rises sharply, the water flowing in from the large cone-shaped hole gradually slows down.

Wu Que withstood the pressure, swam to the vicinity of the entrance of the cave, and then performed a tanka-style technique, like a small fish swimming against the current, through the exit of the cone-shaped hole, swimming into the bottom of the Black Sea.

He followed the direction of the previous heroic soul and quickly moved forward, trying to find the heroic soul.

After searching the bottom of the sea for about an hour, there was a sudden flash of gold in front of me.

Wu Que was immediately overjoyed and rushed towards the golden light, and when he got closer, Wu Que found that it was the heroic soul holding the big axe.

What was amazing was that at this moment, the heroic soul with golden light was actually swinging a big axe and fighting with a thick black mist.

Wu Que hid aside, not daring to rush forward.

Every time the Heroic Soul slashed down, a tentacle would stick out from the black mist to block the big axe, and at the same time, several other tentacles would wrap around the Heroic Soul like lightning.

The heroic soul's big axe slashed the black tentacles, but it was the heroic soul himself, who was entangled by the tentacles several times and was almost dragged into the black mist.

The heroic soul fought for a long time and quickly changed the method of attacking.

I saw that after it slashed an axe, it immediately dodged away, not letting the tentacles of the black mist entangle itself, and then rushed forward, and after slashing another axe, it quickly dodged away.

In this way, the heroic soul immediately recovered its decline, and the black mist hit the axe one after another, letting out a strange scream.

Looking at it, a question came to Wu Que's mind: This black mist full of tentacles is obviously superior in strength to the heroic soul, why does it stay where it is, always defending passively and not taking the initiative to attack?

"Wow", the heroic soul slashed through with an axe, and the black mist stretched out its tentacles to block it.

At this time, the color of the tentacles had faded significantly, and the golden axe flashed and finally split the tentacles, and the tentacles flew out in a flash, turning into a faint smoke and dissipating into the seawater.

After the heroic soul split the tentacles, it seemed that his confidence had increased greatly, and he no longer flashed back, but raised the big axe again and slashed down.

At this moment, the black mist suddenly flashed and jumped, and in an instant, the five tentacles had firmly entangled the heroic soul and could no longer break free.

It turned out that the black fog gave up a tentacle just now, and it turned out to be a plan to lure the enemy deeper!

After the heroic soul was entangled in the black mist, he swung his big axe and slashed into the black mist one after another.

The black mist churned, engulfing the god and the great axe in his hand.

Wu Que held a long sword in his hand, rushed out, and swung his sword towards the black mist.

The black mist writhed violently, frantically strangling the heroic soul that was engulfed by himself, ignoring the long sword stabbed by Wu Que.

After a few breaths, there was a soft "beep", and a little golden light suddenly overflowed from this black mist: the heroic soul had been completely crushed by the black mist.

After grinding the heroic soul, the black mist shrank and shrank, revealing a hideous and terrifying head that seemed to be real, and engulfed Wu Que in a flash.

Then the black mist quickly passed through Wu Que's flesh and blood, rushed into his sea of knowledge, and surrounded the "Three Yang Anchor".

Wu Que lost his mind for a short time, and one stumbled and fell to the bottom of the sea.

This fierce black mist like an octopus kept tearing and hitting Wu Que's "Sanyang Anchor" with his tentacles, making him have a splitting headache and raise his head and scream.

The white flames began to spin slowly, and an inexplicable suction force suddenly rose.

The black mist seemed to be aware of the danger, and quickly released the "Sanyang Anchor", wanting to rush out of Wu Quezhihai.

Don't run! Wu Que's mind flashed.

With this flash of thought, the faint smoke ring outside the white flame suddenly enlarged, encircling the entire tentacle black mist lightning, and then the smoke ring slowly shrank, pulling the black mist towards the flame.

The tentacle black mist rushed left and right in the smoke ring, but it could not shake the smoke ring for a single bit, and it could never break through the encirclement of the smoke ring.

As the smoke ring continued to shrink, the tentacle black mist was finally driven to the white flame.

The black mist rolled violently, trembled, and the screams of despair filled Wu Que's entire sea of knowledge.

The screaming sound gradually weakened, and this black mist was finally completely burned into nothingness by the white flames.

A wisp of white mist, blending into the smoke ring, made it a little thicker.

Wu Que shook his dizzy head, stretched out his hands, held on to a rock in front of him, and got up from the ground.

He looked up and found that the little golden light after the heroic soul had been shattered had all dissipated and was missing.

A strange feeling came from his hand, and he looked down to see that the cold feeling was originally coming from the big white stone under his hand.

Wu Que was stunned for a moment: Hey, where did this big white stone come from?

Then he thought about it and understood: this stone must have been firmly wrapped in that black mist before, and he didn't see it.

Thinking of this, Wu Que suddenly felt a sudden burst in his heart: That black mist, when he fought with the Heroic Soul before, why did he hold on to this stone and was unwilling to leave for a single step? Could it be that there is something strange about this stone?

So he crouched down and looked around the stone.

From the looks of it, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this stone, just an ordinary white stone.

Wu Que shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much, so he got up and prepared to leave.

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and stopped again.

He turned, pressed his hands against the large rock, and pushed it so hard that it turned over, revealing the pitch-black seafloor below.

A thin, glittering thing, half buried at the bottom of the sea and half exposed, appeared in front of Wu Que.

Sure enough, there is a baby! Wu Que was so excited that he almost jumped up.

He stretched out his right hand, grasped the slender thing, and pulled it all out of the sea.

This thing, less than two arms long, pointed at both ends, slightly wider in the middle, with irregular spikes, is scattered everywhere.

Overall, it turned out to be a lightning bolt with a very strange shape.

Wu Que looked down at this lightning, and saw that it seemed to be deep and boundless, and the mountains and rivers were faintly visible.