Soon, the strong wind behind him stopped, and the flying general lost his center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hmm......"

Qin Yan also fell to the ground.

"The ground is so soft and a little damp, it must be too many fallen leaves on the trees."

The ground was wet and soft, Qin Yan reached out and touched it gently, and found that there were many damp fallen leaves piled up under him.

The wind just now successfully blew them far away, and at this moment, the surroundings were dark, and there was no light in sight.

What's even more strange is that it is surprisingly quiet here, Qin Yan stretched out his hand and kept touching around, but he didn't touch anything.

"Flying General......

He tentatively shouted softly, but heard a loud echo that echoed through the forest for a long time, sounding a little terrifying.

This place, as if blessed with the amplification formation, directly amplified his voice more than ten times.

"I've got to find the Flyer first......"

Thinking about it, Qin Yan was about to stand up, but found that at this time, his whole body was like bones falling apart, and he couldn't stand up.

My whole body was painful and numb, and I couldn't use any strength.

He began to summon the iron flute again, and within a few moments, the iron flute flew back to him from nowhere.

Holding this slightly cool iron flute, Qin Yan was finally relieved.

He tried to get up many times, but all of them failed, and in the end, he could only open his eyes, look at the darkness in front of him, silently mobilize his internal breath, and recover a little mana as much as possible.

"Flying general, don't let anything happen to you......" At the same time, he has been single-mindedly about the safety of the pilot.

Because of his limited physical strength and the fact that he didn't know the situation in the forest, he didn't dare to shout rashly, so he could only find a way to recover his mana first, and then look for the flying general.

After a long day of hard work, Qin Yan finally regained a little bit of physical strength and could crawl slowly.

"I can't stay in this hellish place anymore, I have to look for the pilot around here as soon as possible, it fell with me, I haven't seen it for so long, it should be trapped somewhere......"

Thinking about it, Qin Yan began to move his body, groping around carefully.

"Flying general, flying general, where are you?"

He began to whisper.

In the forest, the voice he had suppressed as much as he could.

His voice was interspersed in the darkness, not at all like his usual voice, but like a demon whispering.

"Is this real or an illusion?"

Qin Yan began to doubt himself.

He pinched his thigh lightly, just touching the wound, and there was a hot pain.

This is very true.

It made him feel like it wasn't an illusion.

There was no light, no wind, and no other creatures.

Deathly silence.

He couldn't make out where he was going, and he didn't know where to go.

Unable to see anything, all he could touch was tree trunks of nearly the same size, and damp and soft fallen leaves on the ground.

After groping for a long time, he suddenly touched a deep pit!

This pit is extremely deep, and I can't touch it to the end.

"Pilot, Pilot......"

Excitement flashed in Qin Yan's eyes, and he began to shout the name of the flying general to the deep pit.

Suddenly, a loud echo began to echo in the forest, shaking his eardrums.

"I'm so excited to forget about the peculiarities of this place." When the aftermath subsided, Qin Yan began to whisper the name of the flying general.

"Flying general, flying general, are you down there?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Did you hear a squeak?"

However, there was still no response from below, and the only voice Qin Yan could hear was his own shouting at the moment.

He grabbed a handful of leaves and threw them into the pit, and then lay down on the edge of the pit, with his ears on the ground, to hear if they could make the slightest sound.

However, there is still nothing.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, the flute in his hand vibrated slightly, as if it was about to break out of his control and jump into the deep pit!

"What's going on, this magic weapon has never been out of control before, could it be that it sensed the flying general below?"

Thinking about it, hope began to reappear in Qin Yan's eyes.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there are spirits in utensils, and although its flute cannot summon any spirit at present, the witch's things are not simple after all......

Just as he was thinking about it, the flute suddenly trembled violently and flew straight towards the pit.

"Come back!"

Qin Yan immediately summoned it.

This time, the flute did not return, it only hesitated a little, trembled a few more times, and went on.

It seems that there must be some natural treasure below that attracts it!

"Well, since they've all fallen, let's let it probe how deep this pit is."

So, Qin Yan went to the edge of the pit again, leaned close to the ground, and listened carefully.

This time, however, he didn't hear anything.

Not even the whirring sound of the flute rubbing against the air!

"It's weird......"

"Dizi, come back!"

He began to try to summon the flute.

However, this time the flute did not feel anything, and he sacrificed the mana that had been stored for a short time just now, trying to sense the existence of the flute, but there was still nothing......

Eventually, his mana was exhausted, and he returned to a state where it was difficult to move at first.

If I had to say a difference, it would probably be that now he is not only sore and difficult to move, but also hungry and thirsty!

I don't know when it is, Qin Yan only knows that he has just climbed for a long time before he has found this pit.

At this moment, the flying general was not found, and the flute that had never left his hand was lost, and in the darkness where there was no sign of any living thing, Qin Yan seemed to have a voice shouting in his heart,

"Give up, hopeless ......"

Previously, it had always been his inner belief and the goal of finding a pilot that supported him.

Now, he feels that he is a little lost, this ghost place, called the heavens are not spiritual, and the earth and the earth should not be.

He tried to summon the flute several times, but there was still no response, and Qin Yan began to slowly climb towards the deep pit.

"Instead of groping for the abyss where there is no hope in sight, it is better to bravely jump into another unknown abyss!"

Thinking about it, one foot had already hung down into the pit, and then the other foot, and then, he slowly exerted his strength, put his head on his hands, and no longer hesitated, and fell towards the pit.

Suddenly, a huge sense of weightlessness came, there was no wind or sound beside him, he only hugged his head tightly and fell all the way.

"Why haven't you reached the ground yet......?"

The feeling of falling made Qin Yan very uncomfortable.

He felt like he was about to be separated.

The brain was also buzzing.

It's like there's half a bottle of water in the air.

The fall continued, and in the end, even though it was a strong-willed Qin Yan, he couldn't withstand it and passed out.

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When Qin Yan woke up again, it was already three days later, and he slowly opened his dry and painful eyes, and a violent bright light suddenly shone into his eyes.

"Hmm......"

There was a burning pain in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

He licked his lips slightly, but he tasted the slightest smell of blood.

"Hey, where is this?"

Qin Yan felt as if his brain had been short-circuited, and looked at the surrounding scenery in confusion.

It seemed to be a wasteland, with a lot of weeds and some big trees in the distance.

The ground was paved with a layer of stones, and under the sun, the stones burned his skin painfully.

Shaking his head slightly, he woke up a little, and said to himself, "Am I dreaming?" I remember jumping into a deep pit, or is this the world under the pit? ”

That's incredible, isn't it?

A wilderness has grown beneath the Black Forest?

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