Yongdu City stands majestically behind it, and less than five steps in front of the city wall is a submarine ravine.

The black undercurrent flows slowly like ink, and it is eerie and creepy. The ravine flows through the entire East China Sea and reaches the North Sea, and there is still no end in sight. The legendary Kun is hidden in the ravine.

During this trip to Yongdu, the Mayfly Sea King unexpectedly endured it again and again, and it went so smoothly that it really made the six swords secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Ten thousand years ago, many monks participated in the signing of the "Alliance of the Three Realms", and the ancestors of the Seven Realms of Xianmen were among them. After the signing of the "Alliance of the Three Realms", its manuscript was circulated as an ancestral teaching, from the master of the sword to the disciples of the Xianmen, everyone must memorize it by heart.

Today, the six swordsmen are involved in the deep sea forbidden domain for the sake of the mountain and sea masters, and they are also the quasi-sea king Jing Kun, like them, who is afraid of the terrible consequences of the "Alliance of the Three Realms" once it is torn up.

As long as you get out of this sea realm, it is the realm of Xianmen, and you are not afraid that Ling Luo will be able to escape from the palm of your hand.

Li Qingyun resisted against the sea water, his face was a little difficult, and he grabbed Ling Luo and went upstream.

Suddenly, Ling Luo's body moved, and he kicked on Li Qingyun's abdomen, and with the power of this gaze, Ling Luo's whole person fell into the ravine behind him.

What is the situation? Everyone didn't react for a while.

Luozhu Mountain's Zhangjian Tan walked a few steps slowly, stepping to the edge of the ravine, but saw that Ling Luo had completely sunk into the black ravine, the water of the ravine was dark and dark, and Ling Luo's figure was completely invisible.

Tan Chi's body froze for a moment, his feet were rooted in the edge of the ravine as if they had roots, and he never dared to jump down.

Everyone stared into the dark ravine, silent.

At this time, Murong Yunzhong suddenly smiled, breaking the silence.

"If it's true that Tan's sword is practiced steadily, otherwise, your four hundred years of cultivation will be gone!"

said a light and joking sentence, but everyone listened to it with chills down their spines.

Several swords stood on the edge of the ravine, looking at the bottomless submarine ravine, their faces were a little gloomy, and Ling Luo's determination exceeded their expectations.

This mountain and sea master hurriedly appeared in the world, and then hurriedly fell into the ravine, and he would definitely die! It is impossible to reuse his value.

In any case, everyone will not lose or win in this game of chess, and they will not be taken advantage of by anyone.

Murong Yunzhong said to everyone again: "The matter has come to this, I will retire first!"

He turned to wave his hand at the Sea King, and was about to say goodbye, but he saw a blue figure flash, and without hesitation, he jumped into the ravine, and soon sank into the depths, and no one was seen.

"Dreams!"

"Little princess!"

Sea King Jing Kun and Lang Chao shouted at the same time, but it was too late.

Immortal Master Venerable looked at the ravine with a stunned face, which made countless monks shudder and discouraged from the ravine, and today, two people resolutely jumped into the ravine. They turned to look at Sea King Jing Kun again, and Sea King Jing Kun's face was full of sadness.

Back then, the Sea King personally ordered that the sister who surrounded the dream be put in a cage, and it was from here that she sank into the ravine.

"It's gone, it's gone, my two daughters are buried in this ravine, and they are all because of humans!"

Sea King Jing Kun was very sad in his heart, but his tone was very calm, maybe it was great sorrow and hard to cry!

He glanced at the people of the Seven Realms of Xianmen, and turned around and entered the Yongdu City in frustration.

"I don't want to see you again, get out!"

The six sword palmers exchanged a few glances and led all the masters to leave.

......

It's so cold, the skin is so cold, and it's cold to the bones!

The moment he jumped into the ravine, Ling Luo felt like he had plunged headlong into the night.

Ling Luo secretly avoided the water, and the water from the ravines around him created a thin space, enveloping him.

He felt himself slowly sinking downward, no! an invisible force pushing him deeper into the ravine.

It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything here. I can't see my hands, I can't see my body, I can't see anything.

It wasn't black, it was like a colorless void, dead and silent, and the body continued to sink uncontrollably.

There was no sound, it was too quiet. So quietly that Ling Luo could clearly hear his breath and heartbeat, and even the faint sound of blood flowing was clear......

Suddenly, a small hand held Ling Luo's hand tightly, and Ling Luo pulled this little hand to his side with a strong force.

"Is it a dream?"

There was still a dead silence all around, and there was no response, what the hell is this place? The two of them were so close that they couldn't even make a sound.

The little hand dragged Ling Luo's hand and put it on her cheek, Ling Luo pinched it gently, the round face, the fleshy feel, yes, it was a dream, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how long he was pushed down by the invisible force, Ling Luo's feet fell on a piece of mud and sand, and he tried to take a step on the sand.

The palm of Ling Luo's right hand was gestured with his fingers by Huanmeng, as if he was writing to convey it to him.

Ling Luo didn't recognize it, and after a while, Huanmeng wrote a few words in the palm of her hand, and through the touch of the palm, this time, Ling Luo vaguely felt what she had written.

Be careful!

These are the four words that have been written twice around the dream.

Except for the darkness around it, it was very calm, and there was nothing unusual about it. But there must be a reason for the message from the dream asking him to be careful, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The surroundings are still calm, and the people outside the world and the sea realm talk about the dead ravines, even the Sea King and the sword don't dare to try their feet, will it really be so calm?

Countless blackfish swarmed in swarms, swimming idly in the ravines.

These blackfish are like a thin line, but they are three feet long.

The leading blackfish swam in front, and when it swam in front of Ling Luo, it did not evade, but maintained its original swimming trajectory and speed, and just passed through Ling Luo's chest.

The blackfish easily burrowed in from Ling Luo's chest, into his ribcage, and then calmly out from his back.

Ling Luo felt as if a thin thread had been passed through his chest, and there was a sharp pain, and his right hand couldn't help but hold the little hand around the dream.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a second blackfish arrived, and the pain in his abdomen invaded again.

Realizing the deadly danger, Ling Luo violently pulled the hand of the dream down, and then held down the dream circle, and the two of them crawled on the mud and sand at the same time.

In this extreme environment with no vision, the two of them did not know that a large school of blackfish was slowly swimming above their backs.

If Fang Cai Ling Luo hesitated a little, he was afraid that the two of them would have already worn through ten thousand threads.

Ling Luo pressed Huanmeng to the mud and sand, for fear that she would stand up rashly.

After a while, Ling Luo's clenched palm was broken open by Huanmeng, and a few words were written: What's wrong?

Ling Luo endured the pain in his abdomen and wrote in the palm of his hand around the dream: Don't get up. He didn't feel at ease and wrote it again: Don't get up!

There are dream-twisting strokes from the palm of the hand: I understand!

Ling Luo wrote again: Are you okay?

Dream Circling Response: It's okay!

Ling Luo was finally relieved, this girl had to write out the tone words in such a dark ghost place, which really made Ling Luo cry and laugh.

The pain of the flesh being pierced through the heart, twice, made him dare not get up again. In this way, he pressed one hand on the back of Huanmeng, and lay quietly on the mud and sand, the wounds on his body bleeding.

I can't hear or see, but in this extreme environment, Ling Luo's perception has become acute, and he can clearly hear his breath and heartbeat, and even the sound of blood flowing is more obvious than before.

Although it was very faint, Ling Luo seemed to hear the location and direction of the blood in his body from the faint sound of the blood flowing, vaguely and uncertainly.

The two of them were like this, lying quietly on the mud and sand at the bottom of the ravine, and before they knew it, two hours had passed, and Ling Luo felt that the dream around her was motionless, this girl was very obedient!

You can't lie on your stomach like this all the time, and you don't know if the danger has passed.

Ling Luo's body didn't move, but he slowly stretched out a hand upwards to test the situation.

He didn't know that the group of blackfish had already swam far away. To be on the safe side, he propped up one hand and continued to wait, the palm of which was not traumatized in any way, and the danger should have passed.

He wrote a few words in the palm of his hand around the dream: continue to lie on your stomach and don't move.

Ling Luo sat up, and after another quarter of an hour, he was still unharmed, and then he pulled the dream up.

I didn't know why I was lying on the sand for two hours, this girl must have a lot of questions!

Ling landed in the palm of her hand and wrote: There are dangerous creatures here, you must remember to follow me.

A few words came from the palm of his hand: I know it's very dangerous here, aren't you?

Ling Luo wrote: It's okay.

Ling Luo thought about it, and wrote two words in the palm of his dream: Hehe.

In this case, she should be relieved.

In this way, Ling Luo led around the dream, one after the other, without sight or hearing, stepping on the mud and sand, sneaking at the bottom of this dark and dreary ravine.

They had to be careful every step of the way, because they didn't know when the next killing machine would come, let alone how the killing machine would appear.