A thick black mist shrouded the surrounding Yiqiē, and the trapped demon abyss was pitch black.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Hu Heng's chapped lips squirmed slightly, and then he struggled to open a thin slit in his eyes. However, there was boundless darkness in front of him, and even if his eyesight was outstanding, the scenery two feet away had been submerged in the black mist, and there was no trace of light.

It was like the pain of being burned by fire that permeated Ling Huheng's entire body, and even with the blink of an eye, he could clearly feel the pain deep in his nerves. He couldn't help but let out his first moan after coming to his senses, although it was not much stronger than the mosquito chirping, but he actually heard his own echo!

As his consciousness gradually recovered, he realized that he seemed to be floating above the clouds, and his body rose and fell with the cold black mist around him, and he did not know where to go.

At this time, a stream of heat came from the sword bag on his back, and he saw that the "Wufeng" Immortal Sword didn't know when he returned to the sword bag, and he also loyally emitted heat to help him resist the cold of the black mist. And the vast spiritual power in his body slowly flowed in the meridians, protecting his heart and dantian, and at the same time hanging his last trace of vitality.

Ling Huheng closed his eyes again, and gradually recalled what happened before he fell unconscious.

He forcibly used the "Wandering Demon Imperial Sword Technique", although the power was amazing, but how could this earth-shattering Imperial Sword Technique be controlled by his little immortal cultivator in the infancy stage? Under the excessive spiritual power, the meridians were eaten by the spiritual power, and it would be good to be able to retain a trace of vitality!

Ling Hu Heng remembered the previous aggrieved battle, a monstrous anger and pathos. Like scorching lava erupting from a volcano, burning all of Ling Hu Heng's nerves, he opened his eyes suddenly, looked up at the black mist rolling above his head, and shouted with all his strength, "Why did you frame me......"

A strong echo echoed back and forth in my ears, repeating constantly: "...... Frame me...... Frame me ......"

After Ling Hu Heng finished venting, his eyes were dull, like a deflated skin, floating motionless with the black mist up or down......

And his seven orifices were shocked by this shock, and red blood flowed out, but he seemed to be numb. All that came to mind was Yang Zhishuang's graceful figure and pure and flawless smile.

I fell in love at first sight when I first went to Gujian Mountain. Fighting hand in hand on Nalan Mansion, the inseparability in the Tower of Ten Thousand Swords, the unclear ** in the competition meeting, and then the agreement on three lives...... This scene is like a sharp blade. stabbed Ling Huheng's heart fiercely.

And he knows. In this life. I'm afraid that I will be trapped in the trapped demon abyss forever, and I will never be able to get out again. Thinking of this, Ling Hu Heng couldn't help but feel like a dead heart.

A hot teardrop. Silently overflowing from the corners of Ling Hu Heng's dull eyes, sliding down his face, quickly being cold by the black mist, dripping into the endless darkness.

Ling Hu Heng looked around blankly, and suddenly thought: "Is this the Trapped Demon Abyss? Why is it so broad, can I see the light of ?......day again in this life?"

He has never been a person who bows to fate, and a persistent belief rises from the bottom of his heart: "I can't die, Frost is still waiting for me, I want to leave this ghost place!"

With the support of this belief, he quickly sorted out his messy thoughts and understood that if he wanted to go out, he had to take care of his injuries. He first tried to urge the spiritual power in the dantian, and after a while, he slowly got a faint response, which was less than one percent of the usual. This is naturally the sequelae of forcibly making the "Swinging Demon Imperial Sword Technique". It is a great fortune to be able to keep the original spirit from dispersing, and the others can only come step by step.

What Ling Hu Heng didn't know was that if it weren't for the fact that after he fell into the abyss, his alien pupils suddenly revealed a strange red light enveloping him, I'm afraid he would have turned into a pile of white bones at this moment. How could he bear the great name of the Trapped Demon Abyss? It's just that in this way, the ability of his alien pupil that he temporarily lost couldn't even heal the external injuries on his body.

Ling Huheng tried to urge the different pupils several times, but there was no response, knowing that it was not a way to consume it like this, so he had to give up. He was afraid that too much force would aggravate his injuries, so he didn't dare to move, and slowly reached out to take out the healing pill that the silent Taoist had given him earlier.

The actions that are extremely simple on weekdays are as difficult as climbing to the sky for Ling Huheng at this moment, and a movement of his arm is bound to cause unbearable pain. He never refused to admit defeat, he gritted his teeth and held on, but cold sweat oozed from his forehead, blurring his face with the undried bloodstains, and was blown by the cold wind, as if falling into a 10,000-year-old ice cellar.

It took almost two pillars of incense to make Hu Heng touch the bottle of life-saving elixir. With a trembling right hand, he poured out an elixir with difficulty, quickly into his parched mouth. The cool elixir suddenly turned into a sweet elixir and jade liquid, flowing down the hot throat.

Cheering up Hu Heng, he felt that he had never tasted such a sweet and refreshing taste. He hurriedly stuffed the remaining pills, put them in his arms, and waited for the pills to take effect.

After a while, he felt that the dantian was hot, and a warm current rose up, slowly spreading throughout his body, directly alleviating the pain in his body a lot. When the burning sensation subsides, there is a cooling sensation, like soaking in a clear spring.

Ling Hu Heng knew that the medicinal power of the elixir had been exhausted, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he crossed his knees with difficulty and entered a retreat of selflessness.

The meridians like a dry riverbed were slowly re-injected with bubbling spiritual power, and the endless circulation began along Zhou Tian. In the dantian where the lamp was almost exhausted, the true yuan began to slowly accumulate, although it was weak, it was enough to make Ling Hu Heng happy.

Surrounded by black fog, there is no sun or moon. I don't know how long it took for Ling Hu Heng to open his eyes again, but he could still only see the distance three zhang away. Ling Hu Heng knew in his heart that his different pupils had recovered a little, and he also understood that without the support of spiritual power, his different pupils were just decorations.

Although the injuries on his body had been alleviated, the throbbing pain still hit him from time to time, almost drowning him in endless pain. Rao made Hu Heng's nerves tenacious, and he also felt unbearable.

He reluctantly stood up, but found that his feet were soft and completely weak, but he couldn't sink down. It's like stepping on a pile of cotton, and the strong contrast is disgusting.

Ling Huheng looked at the surrounding scene and found himself standing on top of a black mist, like leaves floating on the surface of a lake, but he didn't understand why he didn't sink.

He tried to urge the Divine Sense to search, but he didn't expect that he only went to less than three feet, and then he felt an inexplicable resistance, and the black mist seemed to contain a powerful and incomparable power, even the Divine Sense could not pierce it. It's like crashing into cotton.

Ling Huheng was even more puzzled. He even asked himself, "Is this really the Trapped Demon Abyss?" or is this already a hell of a nose?"

He thought about it, but he couldn't think of any answer, but fell into confusion even more.

Ling Hu Heng assumed that he was really trapped in the Demon Abyss, so how could he get out? He brought up his spiritual powers. Fly upwards. But it didn't reach ten feet. I felt that my spiritual strength was weak, and I was sweating profusely.

Ling Huheng didn't want to be strong, so as not to touch the injury and the gains outweighed the losses. The only choice but to sit down again and meditate.

When his spiritual power recovered slightly, he flew up again, but the black mist seemed to be really endless, and he didn't know how many times the cycle had been repeated, so that Hu Heng had long been unable to judge how far he had flown and how many days and nights it had spent, but it was still pitch black ahead. If it had been a different person, maybe he would have gone insane and given up on himself. Can make Hu Heng's nerves tough, where is he willing to give up the hope in his heart? Day after day, although there is no hope, he has repaired his injuries to the fullest.

To his astonishment, he couldn't hear anything else for so long, and the silence around him was so quiet that even the sound of the wind was the loveliest sound he could hear. It was also thanks to him that he had tried retreat, otherwise he would have gone insane.

In addition to soaring and luck healing, it was Yang Zhishuang who made Hu Heng think about it the most. But the strange thing is that his hatred for Yao Lao, Ling Yao, and Ling Yu doesn't seem to be so unforgettable, and he even feels that in this dead world, even Sun Wei, the palace master of Ling Tian Palace, whom he hates the most, would be excellent if he stood in front of him at this moment and said a few words to himself.

On this day, Ling Hu Heng once again tried his best, flying upwards for dozens of zhang, and the black fog under his feet began to gradually thin, but it was still pitch black overhead, and there was no light in sight.

He raised his head and pondered: "Although I can't see the sun and the moon, it should have been more than half a month?" In this way, it has soared more than three hundred zhang, and it has already surpassed Gujian Mountain, but there is nothing but black fog around!"

"Is this really a demon abyss? But where is the devil? If it is said to be hell, there should always be a bull head and a horse face, and the big and small ghosts are different!"

Ling Huheng continued to think: "First Ling Tiangong killed my parents, and my father-in-law died for me, Ling Tiangong framed me, causing me and Shuang'er to abandon me. The old Taoist priest and the big man don't know where to hide, and the tall and short old man doesn't stand up for me, and now, has even God abandoned me? Lock me up in this hellish place that is darker and more dead and silent than hell, and I have never seen a single one of my enemies!"

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the resentment and sorrow that had been buried in his heart for many days were churning in his head. Suddenly, he shouted at the endless black mist with all his might: "What Heavenly Dao, what Dao Three Thousand, all are deceitful! What am I guilty of, why do you want to lock me up in this hellish place, why no one answers me, why is it so unjust!!

The roar of excitement was echoing, making Hu Heng more and more excited: "Thief God, bullshit God, if you have eyes, you can open your dog's eyes and see what kind of world this is!!"

"Why do you make me suffer so much, why do I never harm others, but others strip my relatives and lovers one by one? Why do they all use the banner of deceiving the world and stealing their reputation, and you have never punished them at all?"

"Your dog can't open his eyes, are you? Are you dead, or are you afraid to see me? Are you like those hypocrites, and leave me in this hell that never sees the light of day?"

Ling Huheng seemed to want to spit out all his resentment, and under the influence of his heart, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't care about wiping it, and pulled out the "Wufeng" fairy sword Haha sneered: "Bullshit, God, do you hear? Don't hide in the shell like a turtle, there is a kind of come out and we will meet! If you don't come out, then let me use the fairy sword in my hand to stab this day and smash this ground! So that everyone will know that you deceitful and famous, hypocritical and despicable coward!!" He waved the fairy sword with excitement, as if it was the bullshit in front of him.

The echo kept ringing, and I couldn't tell what he was shouting. When he finished the last sentence, he suddenly heard a piercing laugh: "Haha, shout, shout, even if you scream and break your throat, no one will pay attention to you!"

Ling Hu Heng was stunned, stood with his sword, and shouted: "Who is laughing at me?" (to be continued......)