The maroon pool of water slapped endlessly against the runes on Tian Nongxiang's body. But those runes, like living creatures, spread out and gathered in an instant whenever a huge force struck.

Let the pool rage, but the runes are like ghosts lurking in the water, seemingly weak, but they are difficult to extinguish.

The bloodthirsty dagger that was originally held in his hand was surrounded by runes, and it floated beside him like duckweed.

The Qiankun bag that Tian Nongxiang was carrying had already been torn to pieces. Most of the contents have been reduced to powder. But there are two things that are intact, no, I should say that they are more and more alive.

The Lamp of Everything. The original black as carbon and other lamp bodies are now as bright as a mirror and white and flawless. It floated alone, as if probing the strange things in front of it.

Heaven's Gate. The size of a thumb, as if there was a void door like nothing, erected on the edge of the magic lamp, as if it were embedded in it.

"Hey, the body of the Holy Venerable is really extraordinary!" came the slight voice of the doorkeeper from the porch.

After a long time, the gatekeeper's voice sounded again, "Wan Annihilation! Wan Sheng! I don't know if this lamp of war and destruction can illuminate the way for you to return to your soul." Give it a try!"

Suddenly, the light turned on. A flame raged in the pool.

Then, the magic lamp and the heavenly gate slowly floated between the dense runes on Tian Nongxiang's body.

Suddenly, the brown water of the pool turned into a big hand and grabbed here.

The flame shook a few times, and was almost extinguished. At this moment, a huge "Saint" character script instantly bounced up, enveloping the flames.

Tian Nongxiang was grabbed by the giant claw and flung into the distance. Countless runes scattered, but it didn't take long for them to gather together again.

The flames rekindled, illuminating the runes all over the body red, and the white light emitted by the ice stone became more and more dazzling.

The dense runes wrapped the magic lamp tightly, and even the Heavenly Gate was wrapped in it. In an instant, the Heavenly Gate popped out again, levitating aside.

The giant hand kept scratching. The Gate of Heaven pushed the whole mass of runes, dodging and dodging.

Gradually, where the magic lamp was, there was flesh and blood again. It's just that the flesh and blood are white and flawless, glowing with a faint red light in the reflection of the flames.

More and more flesh. Gradually, Tian Nongxiang's body was reconstructed. His whole body was crystal clear and completely transparent. You can clearly see the bones that emit white light, and the transparent blood in the blood vessels.

The most conspicuous thing is the lamp of the god of destruction. At this time, the magic lamp stood firmly on Tian Nongxiang's Dharma foundation, and the flames flickered, reflecting his whole body.

The giant claws were still clapping. But Tian Nongxiang's body was accompanied by huge waves, rising and falling everywhere. It seems to be a rootless duckweed, which will be extinguished at any time, but it is like a rock, indestructible.

A true stream converges on the Faji. Around this magic lamp, whistling and circling.

A dragon burst into the air, running through the whole body.

Oh!

Tian Nongxiang suddenly roared and rushed straight into the water. The eyes opened suddenly, and a white light pierced through the brown giant hand.

At the bottom of the pool, there was a sudden roar. Then, the maroon water of the pool turned over the river and the sea, and went straight to the sky.

Tian Nongxiang twisted his body, grabbed the bloodthirsty dagger beside him, and rushed towards the bottom of the pool.

The gate of heaven followed, and it swooped into the hair behind it, and it was difficult to see it again.

I can't die, I must live.

Tian Nongxiang subconsciously scurried around, but there was still only one thought left in his mind.

He had just stepped to the bottom of the pool. The body suddenly burst. A long-lost breath came in an instant. Tian Nongxiang knows this kind of aura too well. Not to mention ordinary creatures, even powerful creatures such as the Butterfly Ancestor and the Tiger Venerable, once they are entangled by these violent spirits, it is difficult to move, and they can only wait for the fall.

Tian Nongxiang has a long-lost sense of familiarity with this atmosphere. Although he also felt that this aura was oppressing his cultivation, the stronger the breath, the more powerful the primeval Xuan Sutra in his body became, and the dragon in his body became more and more wild.

Tian Nongxiang didn't understand this, and he didn't care about understanding it at this time.

In fact, he didn't know what kind of cultivation he was at the moment, and he didn't even know what had just happened. In my memory, it seems as if I have just entered the water, diving under the water.

Along the bottom of the pool, it is difficult to move forward. Now that he's here, he wants to see what's hidden at the bottom of this pool.

Is it a place of demon cultivation? In that case, why don't those creatures of the Butterfly Clan and the Tiger Clan dare to come in?

Soul cultivation is the root of it!

That's right, soul cultivation. Since this pool belongs to the underworld, the physical body will definitely not be able to enter.

Thinking of this, Tian Nongxiang's heart thumped, and he subconsciously clenched the bloodthirsty dagger.

After traveling about four or five miles, the gloomy aura became heavier and heavier. At this time, I only heard the sound of rushing water not far away.

Tian Nongxiang slowly leaned over there.

Suddenly, he was stunned. Because where I was clearly a brown pool, but in front of me, I clearly saw a turquoise waterfall. The clear water cascades down and falls to the bottom of the pool.

The brown pool is separated by more than two feet from the clear stream on the opposite side. The two streams of water go their own way and do not mix with each other. The corridor between the two streams leads into the distance. What's even more strange is that the road is paved with stone steps, and there is not a trace of water.

Looking up, the top was completely one, and the maroon pool of water filled the overhead.

Who would have thought that there would be such a cave at the bottom of this pool?

Tian Nongxiang was amazed at all this, which was too incredible. He raised his hand to touch the blue water on the other side.

Airplanes!

After a slight sound, a picture appeared on the blue water.

Tian Nongxiang was shocked and hurriedly stopped. The picture still shines on the blue water.

The picture slowly advances in the midst of a stretch of majestic buildings. Countless beasts roamed the complex.

Tian Nongxiang's heart moved, this was clearly the scene he had seen before he came in. How can this be?

The picture stops in front of a majestic building.

While he was wondering, the picture had advanced to the main hall.

In the main hall, there are nearly 100 huge picture scrolls hanging densely. Tian Nongxiang was puzzled, what was that?

Gradually, the picture stops in front of a scroll.

As soon as he looked at it, his heart began to beat. On that picture scroll, this cultivation spell is clearly written in small characters - Heaven's Hand.

Tian Nong was overjoyed, he had never heard of this kind of spell, of course, he didn't care about it, he didn't care about why this spell appeared on the blue water, and he didn't care where he was, so he hurriedly sat cross-legged and practiced according to the picture scroll.

With the surging airflow, countless tiny runes from all over his body quickly circulated and combined.

So, the scroll stayed on the blue water for less than a quarter of an hour. It is extremely difficult for ordinary monks to read it all, let alone cultivate. What's more, the Heavenly Sweep is a supreme attack method, and the complexity and changes of cultivation are unimaginable.

Of course, Tian Nongxiang also failed to succeed in cultivating, but with the continuous reorganization of small runes, he was able to engrave this spell in his mind in a short period of time.

The scroll disappeared, and the blue water returned to its original appearance.

And Tian Nongxiang was still sitting cross-legged on the spot, quietly savoring the spell that had just been engraved.

In the body, the true flow gathers, and the dragon is wandering. The lamp of the god of extinction still emitted dazzling flames. I don't know when, the "sacred" character has already risen, pulling the dragon, whistling and circling.