Chapter 232: Water Disaster

"Wuchen, look!" Lang Xue shouted as he pointed to the darkness in the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But in the darkness and blur, a black shadow less than a foot in size was tiptoeing forward.

Wuchen was stunned, this black shadow had a strange shape, how to look at it as if it had shrunk like a bird and beast just now.

Ga!

The strange bird looked like a thief, and when everyone found it, it immediately screamed and flapped its wings and flew up.

Flickering wings, the speed is quite slow!

"Catch it!" Wuchen swept lightly and chased after him first.

The Dark Witch Clan's residence, in addition to the tomb-like Dark Witch Residence, also has many strange totems and buildings towering.

The strange bird is quite familiar with the path, although it doesn't fly too fast, but it is better than being familiar with the road, Wuchen and the others are not familiar with the terrain of the Black Witch Clan, and they really can't help it in a short time.

The strange bird quacked and flew forward, and it escaped for two or three miles, and got into a deep hole.

Wuchen and the others followed, and as soon as they entered the cave, an extremely oppressive aura came, and the air was full of the smell of ruin and decay.

But seeing that the height of the cave is less than ten zhang, but the width of the left and right is nearly 100 zhang, giving people a feeling of flattening and heaviness.

The ground in the cave is a bit sloping, and the higher it gets. And on the slope-like ground, there are pieces of tombstones, on which are written the names of people, the dates of birth and death.

There are many tombstones, and the tombs are heavy.

It's late at night at the moment, and it's a little melancholy.

At this moment, a strange cry of "quack" came from the front.

Wuchen followed the sound and looked, but saw that deep in the tombstones of the heavy graves, there was a vague and deep hole.

The voice of the strange bird came from inside.

Wuchen and Qijian glanced at each other, and then walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Passing through the layers of tombstones, I came to this hole, where there was almost no light and the vision was even darker.

Wuchen wanted to find out the fire fold, but after thinking about it, he gave up again.

After all, relying on the current cultivation, even if there is no fire source, as long as you adapt to it, you will still be able to see the things around you clearly.

The cultivation of the Seven Swords is a cut above Wuchen, and there is no need to use a fire source, not to mention it.

In front of everyone is a wide road.

This road is the opposite of the slope just now, but it extends downward.

Wuchen and the others had just walked a few steps along the road.

Suddenly.

The sound of "quack" rang out behind him.

Wuchen secretly snorted badly, and hurriedly turned his head to see that on the wall of the entrance to the cave, the strange bird appeared somewhere.

I saw its long pointed beak poke at a bulge.

A stone door descended from the sky, sealing the entrance of the cave before everyone had time to react.

Wuchen walked a few steps closely, and when he came to the stone gate, he used all his strength, but he didn't shake a bit.

The rest of the people also came up and tried hard with him, but it still didn't work.

"Get out of the way, I'll come!"

A flash of blue light flashed and vanished.

I saw Huo Jing coming to the front of the stone gate in disbelief, but saw a narrow and deep opening on the stone gate, which was closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wuchen also took out a long stick and tried it.

When a loud bang passes.

There were pits the size of a zhang on the stone door, and like Huo Jing's sword marks, they were also quickly returning to flattening.

Zhuo Ying stepped forward, looked at the surrounding cave walls, estimated the distance from the cave entrance, and said, "This stone gate is only a dozen zhang away, even if a few of us work together, I'm afraid it won't be able to catch up with its recovery speed." We'll have to see if there's another way out. ”

As she spoke, she looked at the black dust.

The other six swords also looked over.

Wuchen nodded and said, "That's all there is to it now." ”

Then, under the leadership of Wuchen, everyone walked all the way down the Yongdao.

The road is getting deeper and deeper, and the more you go, the more spacious it becomes.

Wuchen's heart is getting heavier and heavier, because under normal circumstances, even if there are buildings underground, the passage is not too wide.

The deeper the terrain, the narrower the passage between them should be.

Because as the terrain deepens, the pressure on the land above will increase, and the corridor is too wide and easy to collapse.

But at this moment, the road that everyone walks on has changed from a few zhang wide at the beginning to a width of dozens of zhang.

At this moment, Wuchen suddenly felt a vibration faintly coming from his feet, and hurriedly called out to Qijian Dao: "Do you feel the sound of vibration under your feet?" ”

The Seven Swords all nodded.

As the amplitude of the tremors grew, it became larger and larger, and Wuchen could even see the body of the Seven Swords floating up and down, including himself.

At this moment, a rumbling sound of water sounded from under everyone's feet.

Wuchen looked down, and his face changed greatly: "It's not good, it's water, run!"

As soon as he said that, Wuchen pulled Lang Xue, who was still in a stunned state, and ran down the road, and the rest of the people hurriedly followed.

Not long after everyone ran down, they saw that at the height of the Yongdao when they came, a stream of water filled the entire Yongdao, constantly rolling and hitting the cave wall, making a loud noise, rushing downward.

In an instant, they came to the place where everyone had just stayed, and the entire passage was full.

The sound of the water rumbled, like thunder, and the earth shook and shook.

Wuchen and the Seven Swords ran wildly all the way, and in a blink of an eye, they came to a cave that was extremely tall and wide.

At the end of the cave is a wall a hundred feet high, and the wall is outlined with a huge painting as cluttered as grass.

But no one knows what it is.

The most important thing is that this wall is sealed, and there is no other way out.

The rumbling sound of water behind everyone was like an alarm bell that was urging life, ringing in everyone's hearts.

The Seven Swords looked at each other, and now they had no idea.

In this unknown depth, if they are poured into the earth, even if they cultivate to be Hou Wu, even if they are Zongwu, what is the point?

"We're not going to die, are we?" Lang Xue couldn't help but ask.

The night is dark and dark, and the cave is claustrophobic.

I'm afraid this is something that everyone doesn't want to hear now, but it's also true.

Qijian's gaze fell on Wuchen, only to see Wuchen come up expressionlessly, touch Lang Xue's head, look at Liujian again, and solemnly: "We won't die, believe me!"

When Wuchen said these words, he was not blindly arrogant and false.

Rather, it started by seeing this huge and messy mural just now.

Wuchen had a feeling that for some reason this mural revealed a feeling that made him familiar.

However, he collected his memories, including all the things he had seen and heard in his previous life, but he knew that he had definitely never seen such a strange painting.

Where this familiar feeling comes from is quite strange.

However, time does not allow him to think too much, and the big water in the rear will not give him time.

At this time, the raging and boundless, dragon-like water also came to the cave.

The raging waters, like bloodthirsty beasts in the dark, are on a rampage, searching for food.

The seven swords unconsciously gathered around Wuchen,

Some of them grabbed the sleeves of the dusty clothes,

Some people cling to the black dust,

Some hold swords in both hands,

Some eyes are staring at the black dust, as if they want to engrave the black dust in the bottom of their hearts, in their souls!

(To be continued.) )