Beihe gritted his teeth, and the demon yuan in his body was frantically consuming. The sound of thumping stones cracked above his head.

Although he knew how to escape the golden technique, he could try to submerge into the cliff he had fallen down and walk through it.

But at this moment, if he dared to breathe a sigh of relief, then before he had time to perform the Golden Escape Technique, he would be directly submerged by the cliff and smashed into the bottom of the sea.

Just when he felt that even with the strength of his physical body, he was about to be unable to support it, and even the whirlpool above his head was getting sluggish and sluggish.

With a "boom", he finally penetrated the cliff wall with a thickness of more than ten zhang, and continued to shoot towards the top of his head.

After only a few hundred kilometers of rapid escape, he finally slowed down.

At this time, he looked down and saw a turbid wave of sand swinging in a circle. In the large ruins below, you can still see many tentacles waving, as well as clouds of magic aura erupting in many places.

Those tentacles covered a range of more than a thousand zhang below, which was enough to see how amazing the size of this beast was.

However, under the explosion of many spiritual lights, the tentacles exploded into viscous green liquid.

To Beihe's relief, a large group of strange snakes that had been chasing him before were smashed back to the bottom of the trench under the collapse of the cliff.

"Whew!"

He let out a long breath of air, and his face was still a little uncertain.

"......"

At this moment, from the depths of the trench below, a scream was heard.

As soon as the screaming sound fell, the huge deep sea demon sunflower was stunned, and at this moment it seemed as if time had stood still, and even the sand waves tumbling below seemed to be frozen.

Just when Beihe was a little surprised by this, he only heard a "grunt" sound.

Under his gaze, the thousand-foot range of the trench below suddenly caved down, forming a huge crater.

The crater continued to collapse, eventually turning into a black hole more than a thousand zhang in size.

The huge deep-sea demon sunflower, as well as the Lady Hong who was entangled by it, and many dustless period demon cultivators, all submerged into that huge black hole.

"Boom la la ......"

The sea, which was originally calm, was now frantically pouring towards the black hole. And the black hole seems to be bottomless, and those who come are devouring it madly.

At this moment, Beihe, who was suspended hundreds of feet above the trench, changed his face drastically.

Because he felt the sea water around him also sink down sharply, and at the same time, an astonishing suction force came from the black hole below.

For a while, Beihe also roared towards the black hole with the sea water around him, and his body was uncontrollable at all.

Beihe moved very quickly, and at this moment he turned his hand and took out a piece of off-string cone again, and pinched it to burst.

As the aura turned into a whirlpool, he let out a low roar in his mouth, and cast the Yuan Sha Wuji Body, resisting the whirlpool formed by the chord cone, and rushed away in the direction of the top of his head opposite to the black hole under his feet.

Although the black hole below has an amazing pulling force, under the eruption of Beihe, he is still slowly rising towards the top of his head, distancing himself from the black hole.

If he expected, the black hole below was the passage opened by the deep sea demon sunflower at the bottom of the sea. Although he didn't know where it led, in his opinion, it was definitely not a good place, so it was impossible for Beihe to risk his life.

"Hula!"

At the critical moment, I heard a strange sound from under his feet.

In the next breath, Beihe felt his ankles tighten.

At this moment, he looked down in surprise in his heart. I found that it turned out to be a seemingly delicate red silk, wrapping around his ankle.

Now it was stretched straight with the red aya, and there was a clicking and tugging sound.

Then Beihe's figure, which was originally slowly moving upward, suddenly sank down under the pull of the red silk.

If you look closely, it turned out to be below him, and there was a figure impressively, with the other end of the red silk on the arm.

After seeing this person, a fierce look appeared in Beihe's eyes, and the other party was the Yuan Wusheng of the Yuan Fox Clan.

At this moment, Yuan Wusheng was also pulled downward by the amazing suction force that emanated from the black hole. Moreover, this person is dozens of feet below the Beihe, and the pull he bears is several times that of the Beihe.

"Beidaoyou, I hope to do you a favor!"

Seeing Beihe's fierce gaze, Yuan Wusheng looked at him and smiled a little uncomfortably, after all, his actions were pulling Beihe into the water right now.

Beihe bent his fingers and shot at the red silk at his feet, and a black sword qi hit the red silk.

However, the red silk sacrificed by Yuan Wusheng was obviously not of low grade, and with a flash of inspiration on the surface, it easily resisted the sword qi inspired by Beihe.

Seeing this, there was already a little murderous intent in Beihe's eyes, because under Yuan Wusheng's pull, he was also overwhelmed, and his body was constantly heading towards the black hole below.

The demon yuan in his body agitated, and he started the two-finger Zen law decision, and then the index finger and middle finger were together, and he was about to point towards the eyebrows of Yuan Wusheng below.

"Bang!"

However, before he could move, the whirlpool above his head suddenly collapsed.

In just this moment, the impact of the North River galloping towards the top of his head disappeared immediately.

For a moment, Beihe's figure was uncontrollable, and he fell towards the black hole below.

With a "whoosh", a black pillar of light was triggered from the tips of his index and middle fingers.

However, this is because of the disorder of mana in his body under being pulled downward, so the two-finger Zen is uncontrollably stimulated.

And even the direction was deviant, hitting his side in front of him, which was far from his original target, Yuan Wusheng.

At this moment, between the two of them, because of the connection of a tough red silk, they rushed forward and backward, and at the same time fell towards the black hole below, like two small gravels, submerged with a large area of seawater.

At the moment of sinking into the black hole, I saw that the seawater in the black hole formed a churning whirlpool. Beihe only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and it kept moving towards the depths of the black hole.

"Drink!"

But listen to him with a low roar, trying to stabilize his figure.

However, he found that even if he exploded all the power of the Yuansha Wuji body and the physical body, it would be difficult to stabilize his body in the churning sea whirlpool.

After thinking about it, Beihe gritted his teeth, only to see him follow the whirlpool, speed up, and go towards the depths of the black hole.

Following the trend, his body was finally able to be controlled, and as the whirlpool turned, he no longer had that feeling of the world spinning.

The scene just now reminded him of the time when he was sucked into the whirlpool formed by the undersea formation of the Rootless Island in the waters of the Nantu Continent. Back then, he followed the suction of the whirlpool and stabilized his figure. So this inspired him, and after some trying, he succeeded.

"Huh?"

At the moment when Beihe stabilized his figure, he looked not far away from his side and frowned.

I saw that more than ten zhang away from him, the Yuan Wusheng of the Yuan Fox Clan was also in the whirlpool stirred by the sea, and his body was spinning uncontrollably.

Now this person gritted his teeth, and his originally handsome appearance showed a trace of fierceness.

Obviously, in the current situation, his cultivation in the middle stage of the dustless period was also extremely difficult.

"Humph!"

Bei He looked at this person and snorted coldly in his heart.

At this time, Yuan Wusheng was still holding the red silk in his hand, and the other end of the red silk was still bound to his ankle.

Beihe flipped his hand and took out the Dragon Slayer Whip and swung it at the other party suddenly.

"Shhhh

For a moment, the dragon slaying whip slashed towards the other party with a piercing whistling sound.

Although the spirit of this object was damaged, he found two treasures that could repair the spirituality of the magic weapon in the City of All Souls that day, and repaired the damaged part of it.

Just when Beihe was about to take advantage of the chaos to behead Yuan Wusheng to vent the hatred in his heart, he saw the straight dragon slaying whip spinning around with the stirring seawater, not to mention that he wanted to draw towards Yuan Wusheng, but it was difficult to control the direction.

Beihe scolded secretly, and then with a flick of his wrist, he put the dragon slaying whip into his cuffs.

"Hula!"

Then his body moved, and he swept towards Yuan Wusheng.

All the attention of the other party was used to control his body in the whirlwind of the sky, and he didn't notice his approach at all.

It wasn't until Beihe appeared three feet to Yuan Wusheng's side that Yuan Wusheng noticed that there was an extra figure on his side.

When he saw that the person who came was Beihe, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Yuan Daoyou, I'll help you!"

Seeing the other party, Beihe showed a smile on his face.

Then he stretched out his big hand and grabbed it towards Yuan Wusheng.

But although Beihe smiled brightly, Yuan Wusheng had a creepy feeling.

In addition, when he wrapped the red silk in his hand around Beihe's ankle before, the fierceness in Beihe's eyes was obvious, so Yuan Wusheng never thought that Beihe would have such kindness.

Sure enough, in the next breath, he heard a hula, Beihe grabbed his palm, changed direction, and suddenly slapped towards his heavenly spirit.

Not only that, in Beihe's palm, there was also a black thunderball.

"Look for death!"

Yuan Wusheng was furious.

didn't expect Beihe to dare to kill him.

And what made him even more annoyed was that in the whirlpool formed by the seawater, his body shape was simply uncontrollable, and Beihe, a small monk in the mortal period, still had the strength to attack him.

At the critical moment, Yuan Wusheng only had time to deflect his head.

"Smack!"

In the next breath, Beihe's palm slapped on his shoulder.

"Sting...... Thorn ...... Thorn ......"

Black arcs ejected, crawling all over Yuan Wusheng's body in an instant.

However, at the last moment, a strange red glow flickered on his body, blocking the arc from his skin.

A ruthless look appeared in Beihe's eyes, and the Dark Dao Dustless Period Monk was really not easy to deal with. At this time, he turned his hand and took out a golden long stick, and as the whirlpool was swept away into the depths, he suddenly waved the golden long stick in his hand towards Yuan Wusheng.

"Boom la la ......"

The golden stick, with dozens of phantoms, smashed down on this person.

For those phantoms, Yuan Wusheng was just stunned, and then sobered up in an instant.

Not only did his cultivation far surpass Beihe, but the Yuan Fox Clan was extremely good at illusions, and a few illusions could not affect his mind.

It's just that under the pull of the whirlpool, the demon element in his body is disordered, not only can he not stimulate the protective body qi, but he can't even control his body.

"Bang!"

But when he heard a muffled sound, the flesh and blood on Yuan Wusheng's back exploded, revealing his internal organs and bones.

"Ahh

I heard a terrible scream.

Seeing this, Beihe sneered, and then raised his arm and fell again.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and Yuan Wusheng's shoulder exploded.

Then the thumping sound continued to sound, and under Beihe's angry smashing with a golden long stick, Yuan Wusheng's body was directly turned into a pile of broken meat puree, and disappeared around with the stirring of the whirlpool.

It was only three or five breaths of effort, and this dustless mid-stage monk from the Yuanhu clan didn't even show his strength, so he fell under Beihe's stick.