As soon as Li Jingliu's small miracle was finished, he quickly withdrew from everyone's sight, not that he didn't want to put on a sacred retreat posture, but time was really waiting for no one, seeing that the sky was about to get dark, once the sky fell, no miracle could be seen. So, this kid stepped on the Shadow Short Sword, saw the time to revoke the spell, and took advantage of the last cloud light in the sky, and flew out of a hundred miles in an instant, leaving only the kneeling mountain people, still lamenting the first miracle he had seen in his life.

"Where are you?" Li Jingliu shouted to the silent Siye, hoping that the bulloon who didn't know where to go would give him an answer. But Siye's attitude was cold, lonely, and he didn't give him face. The night wind carried a moist chill, wrapped in a trace of resentment, and rushed towards Li Jingliu, but he was slashed down by his sword.

Then the wind fell to the ground and turned into a white-bearded old man with a long scythe tail wrapped in yellow clothes. The old man rolled on the ground, turned into a gust of wind and floated away, Li Jingliu didn't stop him, who knows if this old man was clumsy and couldn't see clearly in front of him, but then, he found that he was thinking too much.

Countless small streams of air rushed in his direction, some of them were violent, some were gentle, some were furious with tearing everything, and some were like the soft wind of the willows in spring.

It's a pity that Li Jingliu didn't have time to divide the types of these winds in detail, he was swept by the strong wind composed of these small cyclones, and the changing air currents forced him to not open his eyes. But for a moment, Li Jingliu didn't know where he was being led by this group of air currents.

After a while, a voice suddenly appeared in the wilderness with a sense of soberness for the rest of his life, which was the sharp and rapid tone of the multi-mouthed bird: "Huh~ Fortunately, Lao Tzu is clever, God knows how so many wind demons can be dispatched in groups? Where will those wind demons take that Taoist priest? Thanks to me ignoring him~" The multi-billed bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the lonely and cool night.

The night was cold, and no one knew where Li Jingliu would be taken. Even the wind demons didn't know that they were just listening to a mysterious but indisobedient voice. To say that the wind demon scythe is actually a creature with normal bat habits, they live in groups, their long, sharp tails are hidden together, and they can't be frightened when they sleep, otherwise they will attack them in groups.

But now, they don't know what voice can command them, they can direct them, they are confused, follow the mysterious voice to a place where they don't know.

I don't know how long it took, Li Jingliu felt that the piercing sound of air flow collision in his ears disappeared, and the air flow layer that had been blocking his eyes was gone, and he was surrounded by a circle of weasels with sharp tails, Li Jingliu dared to guarantee that he had never seen so many sickles in his life. These sickles looked confused and froze on the ground, but in a moment, they moved like the wind again, rolled up a small air mass one by one, paused in the air, and then disappeared again.

Li Jingliu, who was leaked to the ground by them, had to get up and look around, the surroundings were still dark, except for the clumps of weeds, there was nothing, and the shadows of the weeds were swaying in the night sky, both like human and ghost.

The thunderous sound of the cow roar was suddenly remembered, as if it sounded in Li Jingliu's ears, and he was so startled that he sat on the ground, and the ground seemed to be ...... It seems to be empty, and he seems to be just standing on a handful of grass, and those well-resilient dead grass hold up the weight of an adult man, and one cannot but admire the tenacity of his vitality.

Li Jingliu came to his senses, but the thunderous roar did not stop, but continued to ring in his ears, hitting Li Jingliu's fragile eardrum and heart again and again, he persevered, rubbed his weak legs, dizzy head, sat on the grass and moved to the side a little bit, generally speaking, it is not normal to have nothing happen at this time, and the normal situation is that a hand suddenly poked out on the ground, a slender, no, long weird hand, that hand explored on the grass for a moment, caught Li Jingliu's leg, Li Jingliu didn't even have time to shout, and was ruthlessly dragged down。

What is the feeling of watching yourself fall slowly? What is it like to feel yourself being dragged down the cave by an unknown creature? Li Jingliu will tell you that he has no feeling, yes, he has no feeling, at that moment, he has no fear, no fear, no courage and no thinking, and even the moment he is caught by those white hands, he loses his vitality and becomes a flesh and skin bag that can only breathe.

At first, the glimmer of light disappeared, and a little bit of light in the night gradually disappeared, and then, the clumps of life-saving weeds, gradually shrunk and shrunk in his vision, and gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and the walls of the cavern were unusually smooth, and there was nothing, not even half a piece of moss.

I don't know how long it took, Li Jingliu was finally pulled to the end of the cave by the white hand. Then, the white hand disappeared, and immediately, the sanity returned to Dao Li Jingliu's brain little by little, and everything seemed to come alive again. He blinked his blurred eyes and began to look at this strange place, yes, it must be said strangely, there was not a trace of a trace of vegetation here, and it was very abnormal in the mountains, especially in the mountains where there was abundant moisture.

The cave is not very large, about ten zhang square, and there is a smooth stone platform lying in the center, so that it looks like you can almost see a human figure. But then, the platform rippled again, but turned into a pool of deep water, and a strange smell came out of the water, which did not smell good, but did not fall within the range of the unpleasant smell.

Look around, there is nothing, yes, it is as if there is a servant who comes and cleans it every day, there is no dust and no life. Li Jingliu circled around the bottom of the cave for half a circle, but he didn't expect that he would fall into the cow's roaring cave so quickly. He laughed self-deprecatingly and walked towards the platform, since there was nothing around, presumably the problem still appeared on this platform that seemed like water but not water, like stone but not stone.

He passed, but a miserable white face was reflected in the deep water, and that face was not half angry, just like a person who had been dead for a long time insisted on getting up from the grave, Li Jingliu looked at that face, that face also looked at him, Li Jingliu smiled, that face also smiled. Immediately, Li Jingliu pinched his nose with his hand and made a grimace, the face in the pool had no hands, but he also made a strange appearance with his nose.

In the end, Li Jingliu couldn't hold back first, he snorted: "Where is the Taoist friend in the water? Since you and I are Taoist friends, we don't have to pretend to be ghosts, and we have to say something." ”

That face didn't seem to be able to speak, he opened his mouth in vain, but didn't say half a word, so he had to frown awkwardly, and try to say a few words to Li Jingliu with his mouth: "Five-finger chess?"

"Five-finger chess? What is that? Fellow Daoist, you can make it clear. ”

The shadow in the water had to smile bitterly a few times, and then the pool shimmered again, and changed back to the appearance of a stone wall. Li Jingliu was left alone in a daze facing the empty surroundings, five-finger chess? What does five-finger chess mean? What about the hands that pulled me down earlier? Why did they suddenly disappear?

There were many questions in Li Jingliu's heart, he couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to think about it anymore. At this time, Li Jingliu is not the Li Jingliu before, the current Li Jingliu is Li Jingliu who has mastered the technique of flying in the air, he sacrificed the Shadow Short Sword, the jet-black sword body of the short sword glowed green in the dark night, as if urging something.

Li Jingliu jumped up and rushed in the direction he had fallen from before. But the cave disappeared, and the cave that Li Jingliu had fallen down from before, and the cave hidden among the layers of branches and leaves was gone, and it was gone. Li Jingliu looked around, but did not talk about half of the cave that could be entered and exited by one person, it seemed that this space was completely closed, but there was obviously air here, and Li Jingliu could occasionally feel a slight air flow floating up and down in his hand. He suddenly missed the windy feather coat that he had been able to control the air flow freely.

Alas, since this space is connected to the outside world, then Dao Ye and I will do good deeds and completely open him up~ Thinking about it, Li Jingliu took out a Wing Huo Nan Lifu and a Thunder Nine Heavens Talisman, and when the ginseng essence collected the remaining materials, he didn't take these casually drawn pieces of paper to heart.

He stacked two charms and spat at them, and in an instant, the extreme heat with the thunder that cut everything was violently blasted towards the stone wall in front of him, and the cave shook violently, and the smooth stone platform on the central platform shook violently as if it were boiling.

Immediately, a major shareholder Xi was spewed out of the stone platform, and suddenly, countless pairs of long strange hands stretched out between the stone walls, they were coiled and entangled like snakes, wriggling towards Li Jingliu and the stone platform, but in the face of the flames and thunder, those hands retreated silently.

How could Li Jingliu let go of such a good time, he pounced on the edge of the stone platform with a tiger pounce, rummaging carefully for the pile of things that were spit out. In fact, there is everything in this pile, small pieces such as a red leaf falling from a tree in autumn, large items such as the stump of an unknown animal, and a complete corpse that is not obscure.

It didn't feel disgusting, there was no sign of decay, and the corpses weren't covered in a layer of unspeakable slime or the slightest smell of decay. Li Jingliu rummaged among them, except for psychological factors, there was no physical discomfort.

For half a day, nothing was found. But the thunder and fire are about to be extinguished, and the miserable white hands are ready to move there. Li Jingliu hurried up and touched the corpse again, it didn't matter if he touched it, the corpse seemed to be alive! He didn't have any body temperature, but his faint heartbeat was hidden under the thin layer of skin. Li Jingliu hurriedly touched the surrounding stones again, and there was residual warmth, as if he had just been pulled off the body of a living thing.