In the center of this Qiankun space, there was originally a spiritual mountain made of spirit stones, but now half of the spirit stones have been consumed, and the area of the spirit mountain is much smaller, and at this moment, Ling Feng is sitting on the top of the spirit mountain formed by the accumulation of spirit stones, absorbing a huge amount of spiritual energy, plus the pill he has just swallowed, to recuperate.

Ling Feng's injuries were serious, not serious, but they were really not serious, because of the Xuanji Battle Armor, although the power of the Six-Winged Winged Demon was strong, it could not break through the defense of the Xuanji Battle Armor, but that powerful impact force was not something that the Xuanji Battle Armor could defend against, after all, Ling Feng's cultivation strength was still too weak to exert all the power of the Xuanji Battle Armor, and the powerful impact first injured Ling Feng, and then was grabbed by the Six-Winged Winged Demon, perhaps because he felt that the Xuanji Battle Armor was too difficult, so he did not kill himself on the spot, but threw it down the dark abyss, in the process of falling, Ling Feng has always been in a state of confusion, there is no recovery of spiritual power plus an impact, causing Ling Feng's entire head to be dizzy, I don't know how deep this abyss is, nor how long he has fallen, before he fell from the abyss to the bottom, if there is no Xuanji Battle Armor, I am afraid that just this fall is enough to break Ling Feng to pieces, and then just now he used his true strength, and the meridians were damaged again, for other monks below the Yuan God Realm, there is no doubt that it is a heavy blow, but Ling Feng can't generalize, a strong physique, a chaotic immortal body plus holy blood quenchingAt this moment, the powerful vitality of the Chaos True Power is constantly nourishing and repairing Ling Feng's injured internal organs, coupled with the auxiliary refining of the elixir, it will not take long for Ling Feng to recover about seventy or eighty percent, and under the nourishment of the abundant spiritual energy, even the spiritual power has almost recovered.

"......Huh" Ling Feng exhaled a breath of turbidity, his face was ruddy, and he returned to his previous color, the seven-colored pupils flashed with light, looking exactly the same as the usual Ling Feng, there was no difference, although the injury had not healed yet, but there was no major problem, the chaotic true power in the body was constantly nourished, and it would not take long for it to recover automatically.

"Tsk, this should be the closest I've come to death since I stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Ling Feng laughed self-deprecatingly, it had been nearly five years since he stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and now he was already fourteen years old, in these five years, he had also experienced life and death dangers many times, but it was not as profound as this time, the terrifying posture of the Six-Winged Winged Demon undoubtedly shook Ling Feng, letting him know that in this Netherworld Canyon, there were still many that he could not compete with now.

"Interesting, interesting...... "But how can Ling Feng be a person who is easy to defeat, especially now Ling Feng, who is already different from the past, it is precisely because of the existence that he can't compete with now that he will continue to provoke him to become stronger.

Standing up from the Spirit Mountain, Ling Feng looked at the top of this world, the hanging sun, according to the words left by the Xuanji Daoist, only if he cultivated to step into the Empty Netherworld and the formation realm, he could only get it by reaching the third layer of the "Xuanji Hundred Changes", it was a treasure that was infinitely close to the treasure of the Spirit, if there was such a treasure, his journey in this Netherworld Canyon would probably be much easier.

Ling Feng chuckled and shook his head, the treasure is too strong, sometimes it is not a good thing, the more the cultivation goes, the weaker the help of the magic weapon and the foreign object, especially the current Ling Feng, with the continuous comprehension of the way of chaos, gradually feels that if he really waits for the cultivation to reach the realm of a saint, I am afraid that he is equivalent to a saint's magic weapon, and if it is in the future, think about the realm of the feather immortal, and the powerful power of opening up the world with his hands and hands, not relying on any magic weapon, but relying on the power that completely belongs to him, the natal magic weapon, connected with the master's mind, in a sense, it is also a part of its own strength, but after all, it is only an external force, with the help of external forces, Although it can be strong for a while, but it is impossible to be strong for a lifetime, cultivating immortals all the way, and the martial arts of the mortal world, there is a little thing in common, the road of martial arts is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and the same is true for cultivating immortals, if you are self-contained, entangled by external forces and other mundane things, you will not retreat, and eventually turn into dust, defeated by the passage of time.

"It's time to go. Ling Feng muttered to himself, and after glancing at the small sun hanging above the void again, Ling Feng turned around and left this Qiankun space.

Outside, the eternal dead silence, the chilling environment, the dark sky, the strange plants and rocks, it is like coming to the netherworld.

Inside the big pit, the Qiankun bag was lying quietly, and suddenly a white light gushed out from the mouth of the cloth bag, Ling Feng stepped out of it, picked up the Qiankun bag, and hung it on his waist.1 After all, the appearance of the Qiankun bag is extremely simple, if you don't take the initiative to use it, basically no one can see anything strange, not to mention, there is not even a person here, but there is indeed a ghost.

Ling Feng strode lightly, jumped out of the pit, when he arrived here, the disgusting aura was gone, replaced by a palpitating environment, Ling Feng first looked at the wasteland, as far as his eyes could see, where his divine sense could reach, except for Ling Feng, there was nothing else, and there was no trace of the ghost beast, looking up, it was endless darkness, as if the heavens and the earth had turned upside down, Ling Feng was now in the world under the dark abyss.

Ling Feng originally wanted to fly up to take a look, but quickly dispelled this thought, who knows if the six-winged winged demon will wait like this, and he won't forget, at first, the six-winged winged demon suddenly rose from under the dark abyss, it is difficult to say where the other party is now, but in any case, this place is not suitable for a long time.

Ling Feng rubbed his palms, he didn't think much about it, he didn't need to think about it, if he came here, he would be safe, since this was still a Netherworld Canyon, then he had only one purpose, to reach the place where the ruins were, that's all.