Previously, when An Jie stood on the whirlpool pillar, he felt extremely comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring with a suitable temperature, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't know where he was, and the sound of fierce fighting outside, he would definitely not want to go on.

As he thought, Leng Yiren curled up on the whirlpool pillar, and the evil qi drilled straight into her body, and her face quickly turned from translucent to pale, and pale to the original white. This kind of white glows in the dark, like the white of porcelain, which is not the same as the white face of the ghost in the ghost movie of the previous life.

After Leng Yiren recovered, she didn't dare to stay longer, and brought him to this hole where she had been perched.

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The water in the cave became more and more cold as it went down, and after reaching one hundred and fifty meters below, the moonlight could not reach here, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. As a ghost before, I didn't need to breathe, An Jie and Leng Yiren were able to dive to this depth, which is normal!

But as a human body, being able to dive here in one breath really shocked Fan Xing, and he also had the attitude of giving it a try, and he couldn't hold on to the idea of going up.

Fan Xing stretched out his hand and motioned to Leng Yiren to wait at the junction where the moonlight could still shine one hundred and fifty meters, and swam alone into the dark water, moving forward in the dark, there was no sound around, only the beating sound of the heart.

Youshui, for ghosts, is a very heavy water, in the past, when he swam into it with Leng Yiren, there would be a feeling of stagnation and depression, and the further he went, the more difficult it was to move an inch.

For people, there is no feeling of stagnation and depression, the dark water is cold except for black, cold into the bone marrow, Fan Xing gritted his teeth and insisted, and after thirty or forty meters downstream, he finally reached the bottom of the pool.

The bottom of the pond is covered with a layer of stones, glowing with black light, like obsidian, crystal clear, and you can see the black gas circulating inside.

Fan Xing's eyes were shining as he looked at these black light stones, he tucked his shirt into his pants, a handful, grabbed the stones and put them into the collar of his clothes, and couldn't fit them anymore, so he reluctantly went upstream.

The faster he swam, he felt that he was about to lose his breath, and when he passed by Leng Yiren, he just pointed up, continued to use his hands and feet at the same time, and paddled rapidly, which took less than a minute, and he came out of the pool to gasp for breath, and after a while, he eased up, swam to the edge of the pool, and collapsed on the shore.

Leng Yiren flew out of the pool and landed beside him, looking at him and shaking his head amusedly.

"Haha, Leng Yiren, hurry, look at what you said about the Dark Soul Stone, isn't it?" Fan Xing saw Leng Yiren fall to his side, and immediately jumped up, excitedly ripped his clothes, and the black light stones were scattered all over the ground.

Leng Yiren looked at the dark soul stones scattered at her feet, there were seventy or eighty of them, and opened her mouth slightly, this was the first time she had seen so many dark soul stones since she died.

Luan Fengjiao, who was standing not far away, heard the sound, lowered her head and twisted her hair to freeze, and looked at it with her eyes wide. Then the hair was gone, and a fish jumped into the pool.

"Damn!"

The excitement on Fan Xing's face suddenly froze, and with a curse in his mouth, he hurriedly ran two steps and plunged into the pool.

At the bottom of the pool, the Dark Soul Stone emits a black light, illuminating the outline of things.

Luan Fengjiao turned her head to see Fan Xing undressing, and quietly moved two steps to the left, he had a criminal record - staring at her chest and shouting dumbfounded.

Fan Xing ignored it, tied the hem of his clothes, squatted down, glanced at Luan Fengjiao's shoes with dark soul stones, smiled proudly at her, and began to bury his head in grabbing dark soul stones, a handful of them.

Luan Fengjiao secretly hated in her heart, and regretted that she didn't ask the family for a soul ring at the beginning, she had to rely on herself for everything, and she could only buy a soul ring in the Year of the Monkey?

After going ashore, Luan Fengjiao began to take off the black iron soul armor, took off the black iron soul armor and took off the inner armor, took off the inner armor, the upper body was a red belly pocket, very tight, the chest was bulging, and the lower body was wearing red obscene pants, wrapping the round buttocks.

Wearing the black iron soul armor is not obvious, as soon as it is taken off, it rebounds like oppression, and the waves are turbulent.

"Huh—" Fan Xing couldn't help but whistle.

Luan Fengjiao ignored him, buttoned the sleeves of the inner armor neckline, turned around and jumped into the deep pool, with a beautiful posture.

Fan Xing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed, this girl actually learned from him? Grab your own dark soul stone, this is still it!

Four times back and forth, the dark soul stone at the bottom of the pool was swept away by the two of them, one person has a small mountain of dark soul stones, although his own is smaller than that of mortal stars, but out of thin air to get hundreds of dark soul stones, Luan Fengjiao is satisfied.

This time, the two-star soul-level task received by the Ice and Fire Soul Fighting Group, there are 100 soul stones rewarded for completing the task, and 100 soul stones are also worth three people. To put it into account, the hundreds of Dark Soul Stones obtained by accident are equivalent to Luan Fengjiao's completion of more than ten tasks, and each mission is carried out at the risk of his life, how can he not be satisfied?

The whole body is wet and uncomfortable.

The wall of the cave is straight down, not smooth, there are undulating stones protruding, Luan Fengjiao stepped on the edge of the pool, flew obliquely to the upright cave wall, reached out to climb a good stone, two borrowed strength, flew out of the hole, and came back with a bundle of dry firewood after a while.

The tip of the sword was pointed on a dry branch, Luan Fengjiao's feet were slightly separated, holding her breath and concentrating, her hands clamped the hilt of the sword located in front of her chest, rubbing it back and forth, faster and faster, the smoke rose, the crumpled dead leaves on the branch ignited, and the light of the flame illuminated a semicircle.

There is a stone bank of about five meters at the edge of the waterhole, the stone bank is made of fragmented stones, there are weeds and small flowers growing in the corners that intersect with the cave wall, there is a wall hole in the east direction, more than two meters high, it extends inward for seven or eight meters and then divides into two holes, gradually bends downward, and leads to the underground dark river.

There are beds made of animal skins at the entrances of the two caves, one on the left and one on the right, and now the corner of the bed on the right is piled up into a hill of dark soul stones, and after Leng Yiren smiled softly at Fan Xing, he began to cultivate with the dark soul stones in his hands.

There is a wind blowing slowly from the underground dark river, the cave is damp and dark, although it is not difficult to breathe, but always feel depressed, Fan Xing glanced at Leng Yiren with some envy, walked out of the cave, saw Luan Fengjiao turning the sword, and couldn't help laughing:

"Yo, drill wood to make fire, this is a savage!"

Luan Fengjiao's chin was slightly raised, she glanced at him obliquely, threw her two-handed big sword at him who came over, and said coldly: "You dare to try?"

"Do you dare to remove the word dare?!" Fan Xing joked as he walked, reaching out to pick up the hilt of the sword, but his hand sank, and he hurriedly grabbed it with both hands to avoid the embarrassing situation of the two-handed sword falling to the ground, his face was silent, but his heart was slanderous: "I'll strangle it, I'm afraid this sword is fifty or sixty pounds, this little girl is setting a trap to play with me!"

Luan Fengjiao is seventeen or eighteen years old, and in his eyes, he is not a little girl who has spent twenty-six years in his previous life!

When a man speaks, he spits on a nail and grits his teeth.

"Trouble let's go. Fan Xing put the big sword in both hands on his shoulder, swaggered up to Luan Fengjiao, stared at her eyes, and said loudly.

The bundle of dry firewood was behind Luan Fengjiao, and Fan Xing could completely go around, but he didn't like it, and he didn't lose his momentum if he lost the battle.

Luan Fengjiao's cold face suddenly thawed like a spring breeze, smiled softly and sweetly, took a step back, and bent down to make a gesture of please.

With this gesture of hers, her chest swayed, and the seductive arc lured people to death.

Fan Xing's eyes narrowed, and he quietly glanced at the moving scenery again, and after passing his body, he squatted in front of the dry firewood and picked the left and right, chose the most dry one, put on a posture, opened his eyes, and began to turn around.

Fan Xing's motto in his previous life was: either don't do it, or do your best if you want to do it!

An hour later, the legs that stood like a military posture began to go numb, and the hands that kept rubbing back and forth were sore, and it was estimated that the cramps were not far away.

Fan Xing threw his sword and poured it on the dry wood, he was too exhausted to move, and the beads of sweat on his forehead gathered and slid down, passing through the branches of the tree, wetting the sharp gravel below.

Two minutes later, Luan Fengjiao, who was sitting across the fire, stood up, walked to Fan Xing's side, kicked him in the foot, and said sarcastically: "Isn't it quite good just now?

"What are you doing?" Fan Xing in the lying corpse looked weak, and didn't bother to pay attention to Luan Fengjiao's cynicism.

In the sleepy eyes, the moving scenery is slowly pressing, and the little heart is beating wildly, won't she want to ......?