Chapter 122 That's the Immortals

He entered the lake in front of him, and the water around him automatically split to both sides. He soon came to the edge of the pit.

Looking at the dark and bottomless pit, standing on the edge of this pit and looking inside, it was as if it was a huge open mouth, which could swallow him at any time, and it was so small for a person to stand on the edge of this pit.

Wang Qian's heart was frightened, and this was an almost instinctive reaction.

This is the first time he has gone so deep into the water, facing such an abyss, this is not on land after all, and he is not an omnipotent immortal who can go up the mountain and into the ground, and turn over the river and the sea.

It was only a moment of panic before calming back.

He believes that he has the ability to deal with it, and all kinds of magic spells are in his body, which is his confidence.

The so-called fear comes from the unknown, because it is not strong enough.

At this time, he suddenly remembered a sentence,

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

The consciousness radiated and could not reach the bottom of the pit, but something else was found.

There are living creatures in this pit.

There were blisters of water coming out from below, and then two rays of light floated up from under the water, like two small lanterns, and a figure swam up from the depths, five or six meters long, and the light like a lantern was its eyes.

"That giant salamander just now?"

Wang Gan raised his hand, and pointed into a sword, swimming in the water, where he passed, a light was like a silk thread, and a charm turned into a city in the water, and the water around the charm tumbled, as if boiling.

decide

A ray of light broke through the lake and flew into the deep pit, and was imprinted on the giant salamander's body at once, its body was instantly frozen, and it still maintained a posture of swimming forward, but its huge body slowly sank to the bottom of the water.

"The pit, then let me see what's down there!"

Wang Qian jumped, thinking about the depths of the pit, in the process of sinking, his divine consciousness continued to radiate, in this deep water like sonar, after the emitting out of the surrounding situation continued to feedback into his mind.

In the process of sinking, he glanced up, and there was only a sparkling wave above his head, and the light of writing became farther and farther away from him, and finally it became only a small dot.

He sank to the bottom.

It was pitch black and full of mud and sand.

Wang Qian slowly walked towards the center of the deep pit.

Well, suddenly, he stopped.

"What is this?" He walked over to a boulder at the bottom of the water. The boulder is hollow, and a regular space has been carved out of it, with stone benches, stone tables, and...

"Has anyone ever made iron here in the blacksmith's furnace or anvil?"

When he got closer, he could see the appearance of these utensils, ancient, somewhat crude,

"There seems to be something engraved on this blacksmith's furnace."

He stretched out his hand and tried it, and there were grooves on it, like cloud patterns, which seemed to be some kind of charm.

"I'll bring this later!"

Leaving the stone house, he walked towards the center of the pit, where the bottom of the water beneath his feet was a steep slope, and the further he went, the more sediment was deposited.

"What's that?"

At the deepest point, he found a boulder, but it was mostly buried in the sand.

The reason why he was attracted to this boulder was because he felt that this power seemed to be hidden in this boulder, a dull power.

He slowly approached, placing his palm on the boulder, and suddenly there was a cold breath.

The water around was cool, but this stone was even cooler.

"No, it's not an ordinary stone, it's a huge iron stone!" Wang Qian immediately realized the true "identity" of the boulder in front of him.

He turned his head to look again.

"There are stone houses, blacksmith furnaces, iron-making tools, and a large piece of metal in the sea here, and people have used this piece of iron and stone to make something."

Thinking of this, he immediately used his divine sense to sweep this piece of iron and stone, and sure enough, he found that it had traces of being decomposed.

He covered his hand with the iron stone, trying to absorb the power in it, and soon, the "Book of Heaven" in his sea of consciousness had a reaction, and a majestic force suddenly rushed into his body, which was the power that this iron stone had absorbed from the lake and the leylines of the earth for hundreds of years.

Wang Qian's "Book of Heaven" in the sea of knowledge suddenly emitted a bright light.

This majestic power was also partially throttled by him and turned into his own mana.

Suddenly, he felt a little hot in his body, and his heart was inexplicably irritable.

Wang Gan hurriedly took his palm away from the "iron stone", and his body began to churn with qi and blood, and his mana surged, and there was a faint feeling of uncontrollability.

"Oh no, I need to get out of here right now!"

He immediately carried the magic power of "volley void" in the water, and with a slam step, the man rushed to the surface of the water like a flying fish, and where he passed, the lake parted to make way for him.

In the mountains and forests outside the lake, four people stood on the shore and looked at the lake.

"Let's go, let's go back first." The middle-aged man at the head sighed helplessly.

He didn't want to leave just like that, but judging from the situation in front of him, this treasure hunt could only end here, and the monsters in the water couldn't deal with them with their pre-existing equipment.

If this was at sea, they might have thought of something else, but unfortunately it was in the mountains, and large equipment could not be brought in.

I was unwilling, but I was helpless.

Just as they turned around and were about to leave, there was a bang, and a column of water on the surface of the water rose into the sky, seven or eight meters high.

A figure burst out of the water, high in the air, and then disappeared with a swish. The water column fell, smashed on the water, and splashed again.

The four people who were looking at the lake were stunned.

"Hold the grass!" After a moment, one sighed.

"I just saw someone coming out of the water and rushing up dozens of meters into the air, isn't it a hallucination?"

"No, I saw it too!"

"What's that, Superman?"

"Big brother?"

"Immortals, legendary immortals!" The middle-aged man at the head looked at the lake and muttered to himself.

His eyes changed from shock to joy and finally to fanaticism.

"The legends of the past dynasties in Shi'an Village are true, there are immortals who once haunted here, he really exists, and he is still here, that is an immortal who has survived for thousands of years!" The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

"Big brother, what did you say?"

"The person we saw just now is an immortal cultivating in this deep mountain."

"Immortals, immortals?" Several people were stunned when they heard this.

Isn't that a myth or legend, and is there really a god in reality?

The middle-aged man led by him came back to his senses and looked around at the mountains and forests.

"Maybe he's practicing in the nearby mountains."