The interior of an extinct volcano is thousands of feet underground.

It was a place of stillness, and even the sound was frozen by an absolute chill.

There is no breath of existence, only an eternal dead silence, and the bottom of the dark abyss is an endless empty darkness.

A figure fell silently from above, falling straight into the darkness.

The female corpse, that is, Ah Hitomi, at this moment, the look in her eyes was smart again.

Hitomi's slightly dull gaze fell on the ground around him, which was solidified by magma, and exuded an extremely pure chill underneath.

Lin Xing has turned into a white light cocoon at this time.

The pure yin and evil qi was constantly ingested into the light cocoon, and in Lin Xing's sea of knowledge, there was an incomparably powerful suction power from the bronze mirror, and most of the surrounding yin and evil energy was ingested into the mirror, and the remaining half was absorbed by Lin Xing with the corpse yin technique, slowly refining.

His heart was beating extremely slowly.

Often it will only beat once in half an hour, agitating the almost solid blood in the whole body to maintain a trace of vitality, which is like a small boat in a storm on the vast sea, which may tip at any time, and if it falls, the only thing waiting for him is death.

In this dead darkness, eternal sleep is like the rocks around us, solidified magma.

Gain an alternative kind of eternal life.

Hitomi, the look in her eyes fluctuated again for a moment, as if she had sensed the evil energy, all of which were gathering towards the person in her arms, and she leaned her face over.

If Lin Xing's consciousness was in a conscious state, he would definitely be surprised when he saw Ah Tong's behavior at this time.

I saw a hint of longing on Ah Tong's face, as if after some thought, he opened his mouth to reveal two sharp tiger teeth, and tentatively bit towards Lin Xing's neck.

Click......

The ice sculpture that Lin Xing turned into cracked from his neck, his vitality was like a candle in the wind, and his already sleeping self also subconsciously struggled.

Struggling without fault, Lin Xing was frozen very solidly, and he couldn't move at all, instinctively, Lin Xing gave up everything else, and only concentrated on cultivating the corpse yin technique.

Little by little, time passed.

With the cultivation of the Corpse Yin Technique, Lin Xing's consciousness wandered between sinking and awakening, and the traces of cracks on his neck, the blood color in it quickly spread to jet black.

Hitomi bit harder and harder.

The look in her eyes was almost overflowing, It was a longing, this desire drove her to act instinctively, almost rubbing Lin Xing into her body.

But what happened next was that on Ah Tong's body, black qi escaped one after another, and it flowed along Lin Xing's neck and injected into his body.

As the black qi was injected into the blood veins, the almost coagulated blood in Lin Xing's body gradually thawed, but it turned into a jet-black color, cutting off the wound between his chest and abdomen, and the attached breath was constantly peeled off by the black qi, and soon his wound began to heal.

It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, as the black qi escapes, A's body becomes a little illusory.

……

Inside the tunnel above the extinct volcano.

The strange monk, surrounded by a strange red light, like a humanoid beast, constantly attacked the middle-aged man shrouded in a brilliant light curtain.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A loud drum shook the rocks.

In the gorgeous light curtain, there was a huge ring with a diameter of more than three zhang, and a middle-aged man with a face covered in blood and a sluggish breath sat in the ring and gasped violently.

Where did this monk come from......

Did their Ren family dig up the ancestral grave of this monk and make this monk crazy?

And that blood-colored spiritual power......

Ren Jun just remembered that the blood-colored spiritual power that the monk casually played out in his hand had corroded the seven flying swords led by the Chiyan Sword that he had cultivated for many years in the blink of an eye, and almost lost his spirituality, and he felt remorse in his heart.

His seven flying swords could have formed a sword formation, and they had the power to approach the top-level magic weapon, but this monk's method was too caught off guard, and the terrifying corrosive power of the blood-colored spiritual power was beyond Ren Jun's imagination, causing him to be abolished as soon as he started fighting, and the strongest means were abolished!

Ren Jun is a member of the Xiuzhen family of Zhengyang Mansion and the Ren family.

There are more than ten low-level monks in the clan, led by his father, Keqing, an outer disciple of the Ziyan Sect, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, who has been passed down for hundreds of years.

This ring weapon against the strange monk was a gift from his father.

It is said that in ancient times, a well-known loose cultivation natal magic weapon, an imitation of the Five Elements Ring.

Ren Jun took out a jade talisman from the storage bag.

He hesitated slightly.

He knew the situation on the family side.

If he used this jade talisman and asked his father for help, the probability of the position of the patriarch in the future falling on him would be greatly reduced, and he would not be able to become the patriarch......

"Master, is there a way to make Ren not accept cause and effect?" Ren Jun did not give up and consumed spiritual power, and rushed towards it, and dozens of palm prints fell on the light curtain of the strange monk, and the strange monk's figure froze.

"Naturally."

The eccentric monk's expression was still calm.

He wantonly wielded his blood-colored spiritual power for a long time, and the spiderweb-like cracks on his body spread, but the aura was even more tyrannical and powerful, Ren Jun thought of the rune treasure that had just fallen on the bald head of the strange monk, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

This monk's physical body is too powerful.

The powerful rune treasure that could only be used three times was burned by him in a special way, and the spirit pattern on it was burned into a single blow, but he couldn't seriously injure this person!

The strange monk clasped his hands together and saluted Ren Jun: "Good! If the donor does not accept the cause and effect, the poor monk will not be able to cross the donor, so please ask the donor to die. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ren Junwu was puzzled.

He squinted at the strange monk who was reciting the scriptures by himself, and a very bad premonition rose in his heart.

Ren Jun was about to crush the jade talisman in his hand, but found that he couldn't control his body! In his seven orifices, he didn't know when he began to overflow blood-colored spiritual power.

This blood-colored spiritual power spread towards his whole body at an extremely fast speed, burning like a flame, and in an instant, it completely engulfed Ren Jun's figure.

There was disbelief in Ren Jun's eyes, and in the moment before he fell, he was finally able to move his body, and he reached down, wanting to grasp the jade talisman hanging in the air.

But I can only catch a blank shot.

Burst!

His body had been turned into powder, and he had disappeared into nothingness, and the blood stains on the scattered clothes were gone, and his existence was completely erased.

"Good."

At this time, after the strange monk finished chanting the scriptures, he looked up at the crumbling imitation five-element ring, his expression moved, and he condensed into a palm print with blood-colored spiritual power, waved his sleeves, and struck out with a buzzing sound, shattering the light curtain.

He leaned over to Ren Jun's side, and his calm gaze spilled: "This cause and effect is over, the poor monk will be a donor, and he will be reborn in the Western Heaven Elysium." ”

Then he took out an old thatched futon, sat cross-legged in the corridor of the extinct volcano, and began to chant the scriptures again.