The blood sun slowly sets in the sky, and a full moon rises in the sky at some point.

In the midst of the desolation, the lilac miasma was like substance, and it could be seen clearly even without the transparent crystal.

After walking for a while, the miasma obscured the sky and the sun, and the sun and moon could no longer be seen, and the surroundings were pitch black, without a little light.

He took out a fire fold and wiped it with both hands, and the smell of burnt feathers came to his nose.

He guarded the faint flame with both hands, and carefully lit it in the oil lamp, and the sweet smell was refreshing.

The grease in the lamp is not extraordinary, but the brain oil of whales, and some dignitaries with little wealth cannot afford to use the oil of the mermaids of the South China Sea to make ever-bright lamps, so they use whale head oil instead.

Although it cannot be achieved for 10,000 years, it is easy to maintain a hundred years of immortality.

As soon as the light came out, the head of the first Tang Jiabao was immediately relieved, but this light pierced not far away, although there was nothing in this wilderness, but it was inevitable that he would be tripped by some raised stones.

Some of the stones are very sharp, and I don't know whether they are unique to this place or obtained by chance, and the sharp stones are like a sharp knife, and the slightest carelessness on the body may kill you.

This was something that the first head did not expect, and he became even more cautious, without lifting his feet, and slowly moved forward against the ground, for fear of tripping over the sharp stone.

But this is not the most terrifying, and compared to the sudden cold temperature of the night, this sharp stone is really a little childish.

This is what he didn't expect, although it is the height of summer at the moment, but it is as cold as winter, if he hadn't been walking, maybe this low cold temperature would have frozen him into an ice sculpture.

In the cold wind, the first head shivered, and his pace became slower and slower.

At such moments, his stomach screamed again, and the growing feeling of hunger made his vision gradually blur.

There was food in his huge backpack, but he didn't dare to take it, let alone stop.

There is a poisonous miasma here, and the food will be polluted by the miasma, and eating it in the stomach will inevitably rot the intestines, not to mention walking into the deep pit to refine the divine weapon, even if you go back the same way, it is also very difficult.

But unlike the endless cold, he had expected this feeling of hunger, and boasted two water bags around his waist, one filled with fresh water and the other full of honey.

He brought the water bag full of honey to his lips, almost close to his lips, unplugged it, and poured it into two gulps.

Even if you are careful, there are still some honey water that is contaminated with poisonous miasma, and it hurts for a long time after swallowing it.

Fortunately, he has been accompanied by poison for many years, and his body has gradually adapted to the attack of the toxin, and it does not pose much of a threat.

The honey is in the stomach, the stomach is warm, and after a short rest, I have regained a lot of strength.

Taking advantage of the faint light, he took out a compass with gossip as a disc and examined it carefully.

This thing is modeled after Sinan, but it is different from Sinan.

The pointer is made from the radius bone of an arm of a prematurely born baby, which is soaked in corpse oil and has been cultivated for 9981 days by the secret scriptures, which can already point out the fierce places in the world.

The Bagua is also used as a plate to match this pointer and point out the direction more accurately.

But at this moment, it seems that something is wrong with this compass, and the pointer has been in the same direction since entering this place, and at this moment the pointer on the compass has begun to vibrate, pointing around.

"W-Why is that?"

The first generation of the head of the house was alarmed, and suddenly heard the endless ghost crying wolf.

The howl seemed to penetrate people's hearts, and after listening to it twice, they began to go crazy.

In this barren and populated land, the first generation of leaders actually began to perform martial arts, one moment he took out a dagger from his bag to perform the deadly assassination kung fu, and the other time he performed a set of strange fists with his bare hands.

As he exerted more martial arts, the more crazy people became, and finally he even recited the poem, which was once arrogant and swallowed dry clouds, and then graceful and miserable.

His demeanor also began to change, for a while he was shy like a lady who had not yet left the cabinet, and for a while he looked like a poor and sour talent with a gold list title, but most of them were still sergeants, and his mighty appearance was quite a bit of the style of a peerless military general in the Warring States Period.

Seeing his crazy appearance, it was as if different souls had penetrated into his body and controlled him alternately.

He tossed and turned for a while, until he took out a peachwood sword made of lightning strike wood from his backpack, and held it in his hand and kept reciting the scriptures.

At this point, almost all the contents of the backpack were taken out by him, and he was no longer known by the strong wind. All that was left was the rune robe, two water bags, the lightning strike wooden sword in his hand, and the everlasting lamp that fell to the ground.

He settled down, took a few breaths of air one after another, and leaned against his face with the ever-bright lamp to observe the pig-nose-like mask, but when he saw that the front of the pig's nose was already more than half dark, his heart was anxious.

If all the contents of the pig's nose were black, the miasma would kill him.

He had only two options now, either to keep looking for the big hole or to quietly retreat the way he came.

He wanted to retreat, but he didn't want to give up the fruits he had already gained, after all, he would never think about coming back a second time after coming to this place once.

Besides, the compass in his hand is gone, and the footprints when he came have been blown away by the strong wind, and it is not so easy to exit.

He now understood why so many people had died here, and why no one had managed to make it to the pit in the past few hundred years.

It's not that those who are looking for the deep pit of flying rocks are resourceful and unprepared, it's just that this place is beyond the reach of man.

He sat on the ground, ignoring the bitter cold wind, and thought about it carefully, and in his mind, the matter of advance and retreat was constantly pulling.

Until he thought of this sentence, "Husband fights, courage also, and then declines, three and exhaustion, and ...... in one go"

There is no road in the world, and there is a road when there are more people walking, since the predecessors have entered this place without life, if they do not hold the determination to die, I am afraid that they will also end up dead.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind, even if he died here, he must spy on the location of the flying stone pit.

After settling down and mustering up enough courage, he took the ever-bright lamp again, shook off his steps and walked straight into the depths.

Heaven felt its sincerity, as if there was providence in the dark, this time, the sound of the ghost crying wolf howl became smaller and smaller with his firm steps, and the pitch-black miasma gradually dissipated, I don't know how long I walked, only to see a new sun hanging in front of me.

Under the bright red sun, I looked into the distance, and there was a deep pit 100 feet wide, and from a distance, it was as if the morning sun had risen from that deep pit.

He screamed excitedly, and ran wildly towards the pit.

It's just that...... The moment he plunged into the pit, all of this vanished.

It's all a dream for him, and everything is an illusion.

The backpack, compass, and ever-bright lamp are all there, but I don't know when I lay on the ground on all fours.

He smiled helplessly and sadly, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

It's all a fantasy, it's just a dream, a dream that comes from that miasma, from the moment he drinks honey.

In a trance, he understood everything, looked at the pointer on the compass, and threw off his steps to embark on an adventure.

On the way, I don't know what difficulties I encountered, but they were all shattered in his firm beliefs and sonorous footsteps.

After walking for most of the night, I finally saw the huge pit at midnight.

Seeing the full moon hanging high above his head, the first head was a little overwhelmed.

Fang Cai's dream was so real, how could he dare to guarantee that it wasn't another dream at this moment?

He pinched his thigh so hard that a heart-piercing pain hit his leg, and then he believed that it was all true!

He looked at the seemingly endless pit and was in a trance for a moment.

For many years, he had been thinking about how to refine this meteorite into a sword, but when it came to the moment, he didn't know how to refine it.

He walked to the edge of the pit and looked inward, but saw a stone that was almost round lying quietly.

The stone is not big, and there are only three people hugging each other, but it is difficult to take out this seemingly small stone from this hundred-foot deep pit, let alone find a master craftsman to refine this stone into a long sword.

He thought for a long time, then looked at the black tip of the pig's nose, and saw that there was still a length of three fingers in it, and then he made up his mind, put the lantern on the ground, took out the rope from his backpack and put it down.

The difficulty of falling from the Baizhang Abyss with a heavy backpack on his back can be imagined, and it is also thanks to the martial arts Xuantong of the first generation of masters, so that he is safe and sound. If you are a person with a slightly inferior light skill and a slightly inferior internal strength, you will inevitably be exhausted halfway through the climb, and eventually die in this abyss.

After about three hours, he finally saw the appearance of the boulder.

The boulder is not as mysterious as he imagined, but very simple, except for the roundness, almost not much different from the ordinary boulder, which makes him very disappointed, he never thought that the flying stone outside the sky is so simple.

But when he went around to the back, he suddenly gasped again.

I saw a huge human face appear in front of me, the back of the boulder is convex and raised, concave and sunken, and a faint face depicts all the states of the world, as if the ups and downs, joys and sorrows all appear on this face, and it is better to see what kind of face you are in such a mood.

The first head of the generation was stunned, and then laughed madly.

"Swallowing the grievances of hundreds of thousands of living beings, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon is not ordinary! Wonderful! Wonderful!! ”

The ecstasy was followed by silence, deep silence, and the question of how to get this stone out was in front of us.

He pondered for a while, and suddenly he smelled a smell like rotten eggs, which made him extremely excited.

The smell of rotten eggs comes from the gas in the pit.

He was erudite and talented, and knew that this gas would ignite when it caught fire, and that the fire was no weaker than coal, and that he could melt the boulder clean with the help of such a fire!

Thinking of this, he immediately climbed up along the rope, put away the rope, took out a few parts from his backpack to form a pickaxe and dug a deep pit.

The deep pit was like a simple graveyard where people were buried.

He used almost all the things that could be used in his backpack, spread them firmly in the deep pit, and took out a fireproof blanket, smashed the water bag and sprinkled it on the blanket to soak him, so that the everlasting lamp was still like an abyss.

The lantern fell, and it took ten breaths before hearing the sound of falling to the ground.

With a crisp sound, suddenly the fire burst into flames, and the explosion of "boom" resounded, and the entire abyss burned like hell.

The fiery serpent sprang around, and in a short time it had already penetrated the edge of the abyss, nearly engulfing him.

But how could he be afraid?

Jumping into the hole he had dug, he covered himself with a blanket and lay down comfortably.

The earth was so hot that it was like an iron plate for a barbecue, but there were many magical things in his backpack, which isolated the heat, and he could barely feel it when he lay on it.

After a day and night, the fire gradually went out, and even the miasma within a radius of hundreds of miles was burned clean.

He struggled to get up, and looked into the abyss, where the smoke was filled, but he saw a cold light reflected out, blinding his eyes!