In Ishikawa's perception, there were dense black shadows all around, as if thousands of black silk threads gathered together, forming a huge circle towards him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the place where all the black shadows appeared was on the inky stone wall he had just excavated, and the hole he had broken was even more serious, and it was like an endless burst of black silk threads gushing out like an eruption outward.

The sound of chirp and laughter sounded densely again, Ishikawa only felt a numbness on the top of his head, and a cold aura instantly enveloped him from top to bottom, and under the horror, he stabbed out with a backhand sword upward, and at the same time the other hand was protected on the top of his head, and the palm was upward, and a condensed flame erupted at the same time, which was the result of his ruthless use of two spirit runes in succession.

Boom! Orange flames erupted.

In Ishikawa's surprised eyes, the orange-red flames only flew out of a distance of only a zhang before dissipating out of thin air, and the short sword that stabbed out did not have much effect, and there were still dense black silk threads like rain surging towards him.

The next moment, Ishikawa was wrapped tightly, and the cold feeling was like a maggot on the tarsal bone that could not be dispelled, and only one breathing time made him lose control of Zhenyuan, his consciousness was scattered, and even the short sword in his hand almost fell directly.

In the moment before he lost his mind, Ishikawa used his last strength to stab a sword, and nailed his palm firmly to the leaf-shaped magic weapon, which seemed to lose control and fell directly downward.

Fortunately, the short sword that Ishikawa got from the Liquan Peak Treasury was very sharp, but fortunately, the leaf-shaped magic weapon required very little true yuan, so he could pierce his palm and fix his body, and with the help of the wide front of the magic weapon, he slowed down the speed of his fall.

Falling, falling, as the depth of the fall grew, Ishikawa's mind seemed to fall into the boundless darkness.

The wind was gusting, the ghosts were whispering, and I don't know how many shadows hidden in the darkness were flying and screaming beside Ishikawa's body.

Ishikawa fell deeper and deeper, and the shadows around him gathered more and more, and finally, a shadow could no longer restrain its instinctive desires and rushed towards his head.

Immediately behind this black silk thread-like shadow, the other shadows were not to be outdone, and rushed straight up.

In an instant, Ishikawa's head seemed to be covered with a gray-black hood, and he could no longer see his head and face clearly.

As time passed, the shadows that wrapped around Ishikawa's head gathered more and more, forming a sphere without gaps, and the gray-black shadow ball was so thick that one person couldn't hug it.

In a vast and empty void, many colorful clouds floated, and in the deepest part of the void, endless black flames burned silently.

Countless black threads appeared in this void, flying and chasing freely, from time to time revolving around the many bright clouds, as if ready to swallow the clouds bit by bit.

Suddenly, two bean-sized lights suddenly lit up in the black flame, and the bright light went out and shone again, clearly the eyes of some kind of creature.

Behind these eyes, a crystal clear, silkworm-like insect seemed to have just woken up, and it lazily spun around in place a few times, as if it had smelled a delicious food, and became excited, no longer lazy.

It lifted its upper body and tried to grow its mouth until it split to the size of its own head, and a drop of shiny liquid hung from the corner of its mouth, and then, its stomach bulged high and began to inhale, inhaling without playing.

There was a sudden chaos in the void, and countless wisps of gray-black shadows were sucked into the black flame without resistance, and most of them disappeared without a trace the moment they were directly contaminated with the black flame, but the number of black shadows was too much, so there was still a very small part of it that got into the insect's wide open mouth.

After sucking in some black shadows, the insect's eyes became brighter, and its body became more crystal clear, and it looked at the endless black silk threads outside the black flame, and its small eyes were full of eager light.

Its fat body began to writhe, trying to crawl outside the black flame to feast, but a tentacle stretched out in the front had just left the burning range of the black flame, and the originally calm, like a solidified black flame, suddenly surged, and suddenly made it roll and scream.

After being hit hard, the insect no longer dared to challenge the power of the black flame, and did not dare to go beyond the scope of the black flame, but put its head against the junction between the black flame and the outside, opened its mouth to the maximum again, and sucked in.

The thick hood wrapped around Ishikawa's head suddenly spread, and countless shadows fled from Ishikawa's head like bees burned by torches.

But even so, there were still most of the black shadows that were pulled into Ishikawa's seven orifices by the invisible big hands, and the remaining black shadows saw this situation even more like a frying pan, and quickly fled towards the space above Ishikawa.

Ishikawa took another deep breath unconsciously, and the black shadow that had escaped for several feet screamed, and the moth involuntarily threw itself into his mouth like a fire.

In just two or three breaths, all the black shadows that enveloped Ishikawa disappeared without a trace.

The worm in the black flame tried to suck a few more mouthfuls, and found that there was no more delicious food in his mouth, so he exhaled a black gas, stopped suddenly, and made a ball again, and fell into a sweet sleep again after a short time.

And at the same time that the insect exhaled a black gas, Ishikawa suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was still ignorant, and only after a while did he realize the fact that he was still falling at high speed, and in his eagerness, he quickly mobilized the true element, and controlled the leaf-like magic weapon to stop the falling figure.

Ishikawa, who came back to his senses, found that this place was no different except for the black fog that was thicker than above, and he didn't know how far he had fallen when he lost control, and where he was now.

It was not feasible to go upwards that had already been tested, and Ishikawa could only continue to go downward, controlling the flying magic weapon to fall slowly, I don't know how long it took, the surrounding environment did not change at all, and it was still a darkness that enveloped his body.

Ishikawa admits that his nerves are quite tough, but here, nothing exists, only the boundless darkness envelops him all the time, there is no light, no sound, no smell, no living thing.

The feeling of loneliness made Ishikawa's heart tense involuntarily, and he wished that the unknown thing that made a chirping sound would show up again, but since he woke up from the darkness, the creatures that had been haunting him since the time of digging the hole were gone.