Chapter 207

"This madman!" watched Qin Lang tremble and roll on the ground again and again as he was shaken by the roar in the pit, blood stains overflowed from the pores on his body, and after a sharp pain, he gritted his teeth and got up with difficulty. The cave spirit finally understood Qin Lang's intentions.

This can be said to be a kind of cultivation on the edge of life and death, using the power of the roar of a strong man who surpasses himself countless times to hone and wash his body and spirit, and every time he struggles on the verge of collapse, every time he experiences it, it is equivalent to a torture like a thousand cuts. Although it is difficult, but the effect is not generally good, just imagine, the demon handsome is an eighth-level demon beast, that is equivalent to the strong state of mind of the human god, although the demon handsome was killed and suppressed by the demon saint, but the power has not diminished at all, Qin Lang survived under the power of a strong man of this level, and in the future, maybe the general mood powerhouse can withstand the coercion of Qin Lang.

But this kind of cultivation is really not something that one person can bear, so Dong Ling can only use the word madman to describe Qin Lang, he thought Qin Lang was really crazy at first, but later realized that Qin Lang is not crazy, this is called seeking wealth and danger. If you survive this, it will be more practical than getting any treasure.

Qin Lang is now getting closer and closer to the pothole, and there is still about a zhang left to reach the edge of the pothole, and now Qin Lang has gradually adapted to the feeling of exploding, and it seems that he has become a little numb in pain, at least he won't roll on the ground with his ears covered.

"Haha, come, come, come, continue, aren't you a demon handsome? roar, roar!" Qin Lang jumped forward, only one step away from reaching the edge of the pit.

However, at this time, there was silence in the pit, and the black mang did not roll, as if he had discovered that Qin Lang was using himself to practice, how could he let Qin Lang succeed, and it seemed that he was waiting for something.

Just one step away, just one step away, Qin Lang can cross the edge of the pit and see the true body of the demon handsome under the pit, and maybe the tail of the demon saint. But just such a step, Qin Lang hesitated, he didn't know what was going on, he had a feeling that after taking this step, he had taken a road of no return, and there was no return.

This feeling is extremely mysterious, I can't say why, but it lingers in my heart and lingers. The cave spirit didn't speak, he was waiting for Qin Lang's own judgment. On the road of cultivating immortals, all external forces are illusory, and some choices can only be made by themselves.

Qin Lang had already taken half a step with one foot, but he was hesitating whether to step down, and the pit was still quiet, which was diametrically opposed to the crazy restlessness just now.

After hesitating for a long time, Qin Lang never took that step, but when he arrived at Zuihou, he slowly took it back. Standing one step away from the edge of the pit, Qin Lang was also silent and slowly closed his eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to take this step?" Qin Lang suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the huge pit, and said slowly: "Is it possible that as long as I reach the edge of the hole, you can really catch me?" You are so powerful, as long as a trace of breath invades my body, you can control my body, and then take me away and gain freedom?"

There was still silence in the pit, there seemed to be nothing there, Qin Lang seemed to be speaking to the air. But Qin Lang knew that his words, the existence in the pit was absolutely audible.

"Are you angry now? The handsome demon has become my pedal for cultivation, if I had you, you would have been angry to death. Qin Lang's words were plain, but every word was so harsh and maddening.

Sure enough, there was some unrest in the pit, but the suppression that was trying hard did not break out.

"Do you want to wait for me to take this step, and want to clean me up? But I don't, this step, I won't take it anyway. Hahahahaha!" Qin Lang crossed his waist and hahadaxiao, and the soaked clothes on his body were tightly attached to Qin Lang's body.

Boom · ·

The pit finally became irritable again, the black mang rose to the sky, and a big black hand condensed and formed, and grabbed towards Qin Lang, in front of the big hand, Qin Lang was like an ant-like existence.

The big black hand was getting closer and closer, but Qin Lang didn't move at all, standing still in place, just watching quietly.

Rumble!

The big black hand stopped abruptly in front of Qin Lang, and the five fingers grabbed wildly, but it was a little bit worse, unable to touch Qin Lang's body, and the fingers stretched forward desperately, almost touching Qin Lang's nose, but they couldn't go any further.

Looking at the big black hand in front of his nose, a drop of sweat slipped down Qin Lang's cheek, but the corners of his mouth raised a confident smile, his estimate was not wrong, as long as he took even a small step forward, he would be caught by this big black hand.

Through the big black hand, Qin Lang seemed to see an incomparably large demon beast corpse, lying on the ground like a small mountain, unable to see the specific shape, but the terrifying bloody mouth was chilling, and each sharp fang was several times larger than Qin Lang's body. A pair of blood-red eyes waited for the front, full of anger and unwillingness.

"When I came down, I met the demon general of the demon clan, a platinum unicorn, and it gave me its own unicorn, hoping that one day I can rescue your mind and let your soul return to your hometown. So I was with you, and I just came here to come and see. Qin Lang said lightly.

"But now that 'we' don't include you, because you're trying to harm me. Damn, you're really indiscriminate. Demon Saint, you have to suppress this guy well, and it's best to kill him. hahahaha····” Qin Lang hahadaxiao got up.

With Qin Lang's words, a white light suddenly surged from the depths of the pit, wrapped around the big black hand, and pulled the big black hand back into the pit.

And just when that white light appeared so closely, in the chaotic depths of Qin Lang's mind, there was a golden bright spot that kept magnifying and magnifying.

When I arrived at Zuihou, the golden bright spot finally turned into a golden light, which appeared in the center of Qin Lang Zhihai, and quietly stayed next to the golden 'array' word, but the font did not appear, just a blurred ball of light.

"This, could it be that the Demon Saint is?" Qin Lang looked at himself dumbfounded, and Qin Lang probably had a guess.

"Obediently, is the Demon Saint also one of those nine people? I grass, why are they all such awesome characters, what kind of big pit did Lao Tzu jump into?" Qin Lang had the heart to cry, but soon he reacted, if he wanted to obtain the essence blood of the Demon Saint, wouldn't it be to pull out the tiger's beard, and now the tail of the Demon Saint was in front of him.

"Brother Demon Sage, you are so powerful, you can kill and suppress the Demon Sage here with just one tail, tsk, my worship of you is like a surging river. If one day, if I can catch a glimpse of the demeanor of the demon saint brother, I, Qin Lang, will be dumbfounded even if I die. Qin Lang deliberately emphasized his name, but he didn't expect the Demon Saint to remember his name.

However, as soon as Qin Lang finished speaking, a white light gushed out of the hole, condensing into the shape of a white tail in front of Qin Lang, and he turned around twice, as if he was looking at Qin Lang.