Dive, dive and dive until you see a vague point of light, your consciousness becomes happy, and your body seems to lose control, but you instinctively dive towards that point of light.

It's almost there, it's almost there.

Han Chuang's consciousness became blurred, and he only knew that he had to dive there.

......

I don't know how long it took, Han Chuang was in a daze, felt his body warm, and gradually sobered up.

The mouth and nose opened before the eyes, and only the breath of deep and empty grass, mixed with the smell of decaying dead grass, came to the nose, and when the eyes opened again, they saw that they were not in the water, but in a cave.

The rocks overhead are dark and opaque, but the surface of the rocks is clinging to a kind of fluorescent moss, which is faint but better in number, and it is crowded together in groups of three or five, but it also illuminates the cave scene:

Not far away is a steep waterfall, reflecting the fluorescent moss, like a white practice, rushing straight down from a hundred feet high, and converging into an underground river at the bottom of the cave. The splash crashed against the rocks on both sides, washing out the rocks for what they were—black in the gray and with small holes on the surface that looked like the eye of a needle.

Han Chuang had seen the same stone in Yunmengze, so he breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "It turns out that I am still in Yunmengze." His mind swirled around that he had come here like this, and his gaze subconsciously streamed to the white waterfall.

Did I fall from above?

When I was thinking, I splashed my trouser legs and didn't notice it.

Whatever, let's look for it first to see if there is dragon grass.

Although this place is low in Jileitan, it is extremely cold, not at all like under boiling water, but Han Chuang understands that this is extremely normal, the cathode produces yang, and the anode produces yin, compared to this underground cave, it is a place of extreme yin.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Chuang couldn't help but laugh out loud;

After thinking about it, he began to walk along the underground river, moving forward.

The cave was very spacious, and he walked along the underground river, for some time, but he did not see the edge. All you see are strange rocks and rocks, some of them are straight and straight like a pen cliff, some are like screen tents connected together, the ends are strange rocks, the stars are dense, and the moss that exudes fluorescence is scattered inside the cave, no matter how far or near.

At first, Han Chuang felt dazzling and beautiful, but after seeing too much, he also felt monotonous, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, if he was alone, he would not feel wonderful in comparison.

"Anyone's no!" he shouted into the distance, eliciting echoes of his own voice.

Suddenly, Han Chuang saw a drag mark on the ground, which was obviously a trace of a snake passing by, and thought, "Could it be the trace left by the black Jiao?"

He may not have seen the body of the black Jiao, because he didn't know the size, but when he saw the traces of the thickness of this bowl, it didn't look like the appearance of the demon beast in the condensation period, so he beat a drum in his heart.

Whatever, there is no clue anyway, let's go over first.

Han Chuang followed the drag marks all the way, stopped before a boulder came out, and when he looked closely, he only felt that there was something strange about this boulder: the stones elsewhere were like water droplets falling, most of them were eroded through thousands of holes, but this fast stone wall looked very smooth, as if it had been polished by tools.

Han Chuang's heart moved, and he said secretly: "Could it be a secret door?" He was no longer the Wuxia Ameng of the year, he first went through the edification of Jin Sanfat, and then learned some miscellaneous studies such as mechanism formations in the Qingzhu Sect, and at this time, staring at this stone wall, he actually found some clues:

Although the stone wall is smooth, there are some inconspicuous protrusions in the center, and the arc is symmetrical with the ability to compare the arcs.

"It's not a natural formation!" Han Chuang thought.

Reaching out and groping on the stone wall, it felt surprisingly cold when I touched it, as if it was a piece of ice.

Han Chuang was overjoyed in his heart, and said secretly: "If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and there must be a mystery behind this stone wall." When he was about to explore, he suddenly felt a cold breath, through the pores, straight to the back, couldn't help but shiver, turned his head to look, only to see a two-battle long, snow-white, bowl-thick python, is crawling behind him, staring at him.

What shocked him the most was that this python was born with four legs.

"This is not a snake, it's a Jiao!" he was shocked, and said secretly: "Could it be the descendant of the Black Jiaolong?"

Thinking of this, Han Chuang couldn't help but feel a little weak, after all, the black dragon died in his own hands.

But seeing this white Jiao suddenly move, dodging into the shadows in the distance, Han Chuang fixed his eyes and saw that there was a protruding stone on the ground where it was originally prostrate.

Han Chuang walked over, touched the surface of the stone with his hand, and suddenly the light suddenly appeared, the light passed through the air, and was cast on the stone wall, only to hear a "click", and a crack appeared in the center of the stone wall.

The crack gradually widened, and the stone chips were mottled and peeled to the ground, revealing a stone door with a protruding handle on the side of the stone door.

In the distance, there was a "hissing" sound, as if urging Han Chuang to hurry forward.

Han Chuang said, "Are you letting me move forward?"

"Hiss!"

Somehow, although Han Chuang couldn't understand Jiao's language, he could understand Bai Jiao's meaning and let him go in quickly.

Han Chuang hesitated a little, hesitated, and the "hissing" sound became denser and more irritable, mixed with the sound of stones breaking.

Han Chuang gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "Whoever cares, compared to Heijiao, will not harm me." He strode forward, pushing the protruding stalagmite hard, only to hear the sound like the rotation of a grinding plate, and the stone door turned ninety degrees, and a black hole appeared.

The entrance to the cave is narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways. A corrupt cold aura came to his nose, and Han Chuang subconsciously covered his mouth with his sleeve. Despite this, the smell was like a miasma of dead corpses, which lasted for a long time and was unbearable.

He was not in a hurry to enter the cave, but first pulled out some fluorescent moss and piled it at the entrance of the cave, and then ignited the moss with real light, and waited until the open fire burned away the filth in the cave, and then entered.

In the beginning, the entrance to the cave was narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways. The further you go, the more spacious it becomes, and the traces of artificial axes and chisels are gradually revealed on both sides, and the incisions are neat, flat but not rough. Han Chuang could see at a glance that it was a trace made with a spear, and he was overjoyed, and said secretly: "This must be the lair of the Black Jiao, he wants to use the power of thunder and lightning to refine the dragon soul, so he will naturally choose the closest place to the Thunder Pool." This place is hidden and abnormal, difficult to be disturbed, and it is a good place to build a nest.

So he didn't hesitate, just walked forward quickly, suddenly, walked around a corner, and suddenly opened up in front of him, this is a medicine garden hidden behind the stone wall, the stone cracked on the top of the head, pouring down a silver light, where the sparks are covered, there is a three-leaf green plant, trembling slightly, the surface of the leaf is frosty, not the dragon grass is what it is.