After cultivating the Xuangui Mind Method, Wang Meng successfully opened up the dantian, and also comprehended a wonderful use of the Xuangui Mind Method, that is, the Turtle Breath Technique, which can restrain its own breath to the extent of almost nothing, well, to put it simply, it is a skill to play dead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it's a bit embarrassing to pretend to be dead or something, the practicality is undoubted, so Wang Meng is very satisfied with it.

"I have cultivated a divine skill in such a short period of time, and I can be regarded as a peerless genius. ”

Wang Meng thought proudly in his heart, he didn't know, those few spirit stones were the inventory of those two cultivators for three or four years, and now they were all absorbed by him, if it was according to the normal cultivation method, so much spiritual energy would be enough for people to break through the second layer of qi training.

Of course, it will take a long time to refine so much aura, but Wang Meng has the help of chips to be able to quickly refine the aura of these few spirit stones, and the gains and losses in this are the wisdom of the wise.

However, Wang Meng didn't know these things now, he thought that he had achieved great achievements, and he also had a little more confidence in this strange place at the moment, stood up, looked at the tunnel that could not be seen at a glance, and looked at the entrance to the waterhole behind him, Wang Meng hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his feet and walked forward.

Wang Meng didn't know if those cultivators outside had left, but he had absolutely no interest in going out to have a look, although his strength was greatly improved now, but compared with those guys outside, I was afraid that there was still a big gap, Wang Meng didn't want to go out to find death.

So now he only has the only way to go.

Although this place is a little weird, maybe it's a big chance, just like the story in the book, so-and-so boy jumped off the cliff, and the result was not only a big disaster, but also picked up a lot of magic cheats or a few bad old men and other storylines.

Although that sounds bloody, you have to think about everything in a good place, right?

With this in mind, Wang Meng began to step into the wind, and his figure rushed into the tunnel like a breeze.

Because he had already been here a few times, he didn't worry about any traps or anything like that in this tunnel, and he galloped all the way, and the speed was much faster than the previous times.

However, this ghost tunnel is too long and too long, even if Wang Meng is now strong in internal strength and can continue to use the wind and gallop, but he can't reach the end of this tunnel for a while, and he has to stop from time to time to take a pill to recover his strength.

I don't know how long I walked, but when Wang Meng felt that his internal strength was about to be exhausted, the dark tunnel finally came to an end, and it turned out to be the same as the exit of the previous waterhole, an entrance shrouded in white light.

"Where the hell does this lead?"

Looking at the white light shining entrance in front of him, Wang Meng hesitated a little in his heart, and the ghost knew where this led to, whether it was the Fairy Realm Temple or the Huangquan Underground Mansion?

Faced with this unknown future, Wang Meng frowned and thought for a moment, and finally took a step forward and stepped into the white light.

Now, he has no other choice, it is obviously unrealistic to turn his head back, and those cultivators in the 100,000 mountains don't know what other means, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not find here, so now, no matter what the road ahead, Wang Meng has no way to turn back.

As soon as he stepped into the white light, a sense of weightlessness came, and after the white light dissipated, Wang Meng found himself in a forest.

"Where is this?"

The sudden change made Wang Meng a little unable to react for a while.

"Little cub, you are so daring, you dare to escape. ”

When Wang Meng was stunned, a cold cry sounded, which made Wang Meng startled, and he quickly turned around to look at the place where the sound came from.

I saw that outside the forest, a big man in black strode over, his face was full of anger, and the target was undoubtedly himself.

"Who is this guy?"

Seeing this big man in black, Wang Meng's heart couldn't help but burst, although he didn't understand what was going on, he still turned over and pulled out the short knife on his waist.

"Hey, I'm still pulling out a knife with Lao Tzu!"

Seeing Wang Meng pull out the knife, the big man in black was not afraid at all, sneered, his sturdy body was like a ghost, and instantly floated in front of Wang Meng, and a big hand as black as iron grabbed straight towards Ning Yuan.

"So fast?"

Such a fast speed caught Wang Meng off guard, and before he could react, the palm of the black-clothed man fell heavily on Wang Meng's shoulder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Meng only felt as if he was hit head-on by a jack hammer, not to mention resisting, he didn't even have time to react, the whole person was blown away, and finally hit an old tree hard.

"Ahh

This collision directly knocked Wang Meng's body upside down, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move for a while.

Then, before he could get up from the ground, the big man in black came to his side and said with a sneer: "With your little ability, you dare to use a knife with the uncle, joke ......"

In the middle of the words, the black-clothed man reached out and pressed down on the king.

"Not good!"

Wang Meng felt bad in his heart, but his body was seriously injured, let alone resisting, and he couldn't even gather much strength.

And the big black man didn't give Wang Meng any chance to resist, and slapped it down, making Wang Meng feel a sharp pain behind him, and then his eyes turned black, and he couldn't help but faint.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the task issued by the sect, uncle, I would have killed you little cub directly!"

Seeing that Wang Meng had fainted, the big black man snorted coldly, grabbed Wang Meng's body with one hand, turned around and walked out of the forest.

At this moment, a large number of cars were parked outside the forest, and on the cars were huge iron prisons, among which were children with panicked expressions.

These children, the youngest of whom was about eleven or twelve years old, and the older ones who were fifteen or sixteen years old, all looked panicked at the moment, and looked at the people in black standing outside the car with fearful eyes.

Although these children looked very frightened, for some reason none of them dared to cry, or even say a word, and one by one cowered in the iron prison, like animals.

The black-clothed man carried the fainted Wang Meng to the side of the convoy, threw him directly into a cage, and didn't care whether he lived or died.

After that, a few men dressed in black came back with a few children, all of them thrown into the cages, and after a brief count of the number of people, they drove away the rhinoceros-like beasts, and set off again with several carts.