There was darkness in the underground sand cave, and the further it fell, the heavier the yin qi, the greater the pressure, and the thicker the dead qi. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Xie Tingfeng activated the ancestral dragon's glazed golden body, urging the necromantic force field, and the figure quickly fell downward.

Feng Ruye, Zhang Fucheng, Yin Liangce and others, under their heads and feet, also fell down quickly.

It has been falling for an unknown amount of time, and the cold is getting heavier and heavier, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Xie Tingfeng felt that it seemed as if a hundred years had passed.

"Xie Tingfeng, if you escape to the eighteenth layer of hell, the old man will also crush your bones and ashes!"

At this time, the angry roar of the Great Emperor Feng Ruye suddenly came from above, Xie Tingfeng drove his divine sense upward, and found that Feng Ruye and Zhang Fucheng were dozens of miles away from him, and hundreds of miles away were Yin Liangce and others, who were still chasing after him.

"Hahaha, what about the Emperor? It's not that you can't catch up with Young Master Ben? If you have the ability, you can keep chasing it to see whose body can withstand more pressure!"

I don't know how deep the distance they fell, and the two low-level martial emperors could only return because they couldn't withstand the huge pressure from the center of the earth. Later, even several Chinese emperors felt that their bodies were about to be squeezed and had to give up continuing to track.

"The power of the bloodline!"

Xie Tingfeng felt that there was a wall in all directions, squeezing his body, making him feel depressed for a while, and hurriedly used the bloodline magic power of the Purple Gold Ancestral Dragon.

The divine dragon's essence blood immediately fluctuated violently, generating a powerful bloodline power that permeated all parts of the body. He felt that the pressure on his body had diminished.

As time goes on, the underground pressure increases, and so does the resistance to fly downward. The fluctuations in the blood in his body became more and more violent, as if it was boiling.

Looking inwardly at his body, he found that his blood was transforming from red to purple-gold under strong pressure, and the conversion rate was close to sixty percent.

"Smack!"

A soft sound came from Xie Tingfeng's body, and he felt that the pressure on his body suddenly weakened a lot, and the speed of flying downward suddenly became faster.

"Am I the Emperor?"

Xie Tingfeng thought that Xiuwei had made a breakthrough, and after a closer look, he realized that Xiuwei was still the pinnacle of the Middle Emperor, and the gold on his body was getting thicker and thicker. This layer of gold dispelled the dark power, making him like a god and Buddha, shining with golden light.

"Great, my golden body seems to have advanced!"

Xie Tingfeng knew that as the purity of the ancestral dragon's bloodline increased, the strength of his physical body became greater and greater, and the strength of his golden body was also increasing.

"How can this be? That little beast's cultivation is obviously only a middle emperor, why is it more pressure than an emperor can withstand?" Great Elder Zhang Fucheng was taken aback as he watched Xie Tingfeng flee downward like a golden streamer.

"That kid seems to have the protection of the glazed golden body, so the ability to resist pressure can catch up with and surpass the emperor!However, maintaining the glazed golden body requires a lot of internal force, and he can't hold on for long!" How did Feng Ruye know that Xie Tingfeng not only has strong internal strength, but also has the blood of the ancestral dragon and the power of chaos, and can absorb the increasingly thick dead qi of refining, even if he stays underground for a year, his internal strength will not be exhausted.

"What the sect master said is extremely true, we will keep chasing after us, and we will exhaust this little beast to death if we are tired!" Great Elder Zhang Fucheng spread his internal force all over his body, following Feng Ruye, like a streamer splitting through the thick darkness, shooting straight down.

I don't know how long it took to fly, but the transformation of the ancestral dragon bloodline in Xie Tingfeng's body was close to seventy percent, and the purple-gold light on his body was even richer.

He deliberately did not activate the protection of the gravity realm, but let the pressure act directly on the body, stimulate the transformation of the ancestral dragon's blood, and accelerate the evolution of the glazed golden body.

Feng Ruye and Zhang Fucheng have been thrown away by Xie Tingfeng a hundred miles away. If it is placed in normal times, the distance of 100 miles is at the feet of the emperor, and it does not take a ten-thousandth of a second to leap. But in this obstacle of death, it is an unattainable distance.

Finally, Xie Tingfeng's feet stepped on the cold ground. His surroundings were pitch black, ghostly, and dead, and the spirits were screaming incessantly.

"Where is this? Could it be that this crypt leads to the underworld?"

At this time, Xie Tingfeng saw an illusory door, exuding an eerie and terrifying tearing force, and one by one the souls screamed in horror and were forcibly dragged into it.

"Do I want to enter this illusory door?" Xie Tingfeng looked at the light and shadow of Feng Ruye and Zhang Fucheng who were getting closer and closer in the dark, and hesitated in his heart.

"I'd better hide first and see how the two of them choose!"

After Xie Tingfeng's brief hesitation, his mind moved, and he hid in the artifact conch. The conch turned into a grain of sand and hid in a crack in the ground.

After a while, Feng Ruye and Zhang Fucheng fell to the ground a little breathlessly, and their eyes looked at the illusory light gate that exuded cold ghost aura and tearing power.

"Sect Master, this should be the light gate leading to the underworld, right? Did Xie Tingfeng escape into the underworld?" asked Zhang Fucheng.

"The underworld is full of evil spirits, evil ghosts are rampant, and it is full of evil spirits and necromantic powers, and human beings will die when they enter. I think, then Xie Tingfeng should be hiding nearby, not daring to rush in!" Feng Ruye said, spreading out his powerful divine sense, and searched inch by inch on the ground. He had a hunch that Xie Tingfeng must have been hiding in an artifact that could hide his body. Maybe at this moment, they were looking at him and the Great Elder.

The Great Elder listened to the Sect Master's words, and also used his divine sense to carefully probe on the ground. After a while, they found the crack in the ground.

Feng Ruye is the Martial Emperor Nine Heavens, and he is only one step away from being a demigod. His divine sense was very powerful, and the narrow crack of darkness became very clear under the lock of his divine consciousness.

The cracks were filled with thumb-sized pebbles that stretched thousands of meters away.

In Feng Ruye's eyes, these stones became bigger than a fist. Feng Ruye followed the crack and probed forward, not letting go of any clues. Zhang Fucheng also urged his divine sense, and from the other end of the crack, he sensed the energy fluctuations on each stone in the crack little by little.

Xie Tingfeng secretly complained, because although the artifact conch had an extremely strong breath-gathering function, it still had extremely weak energy fluctuations. This is a negligible energy fluctuation, although it can escape the induction of the powerhouses below the middle emperor, but it can't escape the detection of the extremely powerful Great Emperor Divine Thought. Unless Xie Tingfeng's cultivation is promoted to the emperor, the hidden function of the artifact conch can be brought into full play.

Feng Ruye's divine thoughts were like radar, probing the energy reflection of each stone. Finally, his mind locked onto a tiny grain of sand, carefully sensing its energy fluctuations.

Xie Tingfeng really regretted it, because he was very inconsiderate. Although the sand grains in the sea of death sand are as vast as a sea of smoke, they cannot reach the bottom in the face of the heavy resistance in the crypt. Therefore, it is very unwise to transform the artifact conch into a grain of sand.

Sure enough, Feng Ruye realized this, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his palm and slapped it to the ground.

"Boom!"

The stony ground shook violently, and the stones in the cracks bounced into the air. The grain of sand also flew upwards along with the stones.

Feng Ruye's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed at the sand that became like a thumb-sized grain in his eyes.

"Whew!"

With a scream, grains of sand suddenly flew out from between his fingers, and flew quickly towards the illusory light door, as fast as lightning!

The illusory light door opened widely, and the huge tearing force swept the grain of sand into it like a gust of wind, and disappeared in an instant.