Just when Dongfang Mo was escaping all the way, at this time, somewhere in the center of Pengdao, there was a black infiltrating person, with a bottomless deep hole with a radius of thousands of feet. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the edge of the entrance to the cave stood alone, or in groups of monks.

Among these people, those with low cultivation are only in the foundation building period, while those with high cultivation have the infant realm.

Because the entrance to the cave is so large, even if there are hundreds of people here, it does not look crowded in all directions.

From the huge black hole, everyone could hear a "whine" wind whistle like a magic sound. If you are immersed in the wind, over time, you will have a depressing feeling of dizziness and tightness in the chest.

If you look closely, you can still see with the naked eye that there are jet-black wind blades cutting through the entrance of the cave, tearing open spatial rifts.

And this big black hole in front of everyone is the famous bottomless pit of Pengdao.

Many people are here now, all because of some foreign objects that are blown out from time to time by the strong wind in the cave entrance.

Among these foreign objects, the most common ones are broken wood, rubble, etc. Others are some utensils, even ritual utensils and so on.

Naturally, the former crowd will not be interested. If the latter swept out of the cave, the surrounding monks would inevitably fight and fight openly.

Just because of these things, there may be some high-level exercises, and even treasures that make the Infant Transformation Realm cultivators excited.

Of course, the big head is naturally occupied by those Infant Transformation Realm monks. Those with lower cultivation can only try to pick up leaks, or fish in troubled waters.

Outside the entrance of the cave, many monks waited for the rabbit, but what they didn't know was that in the depths of the bottomless pit, there was a city where the wind was howling, the black fog was shrouded, and there was no one there.

The city is so wide that there is no edge in sight. In the city, there are majestic buildings such as streets, attics, caves, and even pagodas.

However, the wind raged in the city, and many tiles, wooden beams, and even utensils in the attic were swept into the air, and then went high overhead, and were blown out of the bottomless pit.

As a result, the eaves in the city were broken and dilapidated.

Now in the center of the city, there is an altar that is built up layer by layer.

The whole body of the altar is made of an unknown stone, about dozens of feet high. The first impression is that it is simple and vicissitudes, and at first glance it is a thing of ancient age.

At this time, at the very top of the altar, there was a platform the size of two zhang. In the middle of the platform, a thin figure seemed to be squatting and standing.

Because of the strong wind and black fog, it was impossible to see the face of the thin figure. Only from the vague outline, it can be inferred that this person should be an old man.

However, if anyone approached, they would find that the wind and black fog around them were all formed by the breath of the thin figure.

What's even more strange is that the lower half of the body below the waist of this thin figure turned out to be a tree trunk growing on the altar.

The trunk is dry, and the surface is covered with dead bark. The roots of the trees at the lower end are like vigorous dragons, and they are fiercely rooted in the stones that make the altar.

The emaciated figure seemed to have grown on the altar by nature, and it was like a spell that had been artificially cast and trapped here. All in all, it looks chilling and weird.

"Huh!"

In the drowsy darkness, a pair of muddy eyes opened in an instant.

"Shhhh

The two sharp gazes, like two out-of-body swords, easily tore the void in front of him apart from the two cracks that had not healed for a long time.

These cloudy but ice-like eyes, looking up at the sky, as if they could see through nothingness, fell directly on the body of a young trail on Peng Island who kept fleeing.

"Why are you leaving...... Come back...... Come back......"

An old, hoarse, grotesque sound like metal grinding echoed through the dead city with the wind.

……

At this time, Dongfang Mo was galloping all the way, he looked back behind him from time to time, and found that a few days had passed, and the man in white among the two demons was still chasing after him.

But although his expression was tense, he did not panic. In his opinion, he should be able to escape from Phong Island in a few days. At that time, he will use the Great Shifter to get rid of this person completely.

"Why are you leaving...... Come back...... Come back......"

Just as he was making a plan in his heart, a strange old voice sounded out of thin air in his mind.

The moment he heard this voice, Dongfang Mo's eyes showed a touch of shock, and then he slowly turned around and looked into the depths of Peng Island.

His vision seemed to be able to pass through an infinite distance, and he saw that in the center of Peng Island, there was a huge bottomless pit, and this sound came from the bottomless pit.

And he could clearly feel that there was something in the bottomless pit that was deeply attracting him.

The old voice that summoned him gave birth to a kind of kindness, which made him slow down unconsciously, and subconsciously wanted to turn back towards the depths of Peng Island.

"Goo!"

Just as his pace slowed, a low cry suddenly came from the shadows beneath his feet.

In just this moment, Dongfang Mowan woke up.

"Wow!"

I saw him open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the blood immediately vaporized when it fell on the grass, turning into a small black mist.

At this time, he felt tightness in his chest, his consciousness was a little dizzy, and there was an indescribable depression in his heart.

In the moment of soberness, he remembered the old voice just now, and he suddenly felt that this voice not only did not make him feel kind, but made him feel disgusted and fierce from the heart.

For some reason, a murderous aura, which was almost impossible to suppress at the moment, was about to burst out of his body.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

When Dongfang Mo woke up, the thin figure with a tree trunk on the lower half of his body in the bottomless pit let out a burst of ghost-like laughter, and then heard him say hoarsely:

"Come on...... Come on...... I'm going to use your blood...... Untie the shackles on me......"

Hearing this sound again, Dongfang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, the green tendons on his neck flared up, and his face flashed with fierce light.

"Get out!"

He paused, stopped abruptly, and roared in the sky, as if in response to the voice in his head.

The roar fell, and the anger in his body could no longer be suppressed, and the blood was rolling and flowing all over his body, and it was boiling in an instant.

Immediately after, with a buzz, the cyan spirit root in his body turned inky in an instant.

"Whew!"

A tornado of aura formation blew around him, and all the aura surged and poured into his body. His momentum then rose sharply, and a coercion descended in an instant, and in a moment his aura was more than three times stronger.

"Click!"

At this moment, a palm the size of a zhang condensed by mana suddenly grabbed him from behind him, as if to pinch him in the palm of his hand.

Dongfang Mo turned around suddenly, and saw that the man in white had come to him dozens of feet away, and he also stretched out his hand to make a false grasp of him.