The Eastern Emperor Bell resisted, and was hit by a powerful external force, and the nine dragon souls inside almost broke out of the bell.

Thanks to the one-handed support of the Oriental Emperor's soul in the Eastern Emperor Bell, a burst of golden light appeared in the Eastern Emperor Bell, and it forcibly held up a little space beside Ding Ning.

Endless piles of earth, masonry, and under the pressure of the mountains above, the density rapidly increased.

The Donghuang Bell buzzed, leaving Ding Ning with a space about three meters high and two meters wide.

And Ding Ning's vitality to support the Eastern Emperor Bell could not last, and the mouth and nose soon oozed blood, if the dragon soul broke the Eastern Emperor Bell out, it would also be a dead end.

Dizzy for a while, Ding Ning lay on his back on the ground, smiled bitterly, it's still a lot worse!

The fourfold refining god is still a long way from the peak of these god refining, and he is not unjustly lost, at least he will cause the pair of Huaizi to throw away the white jade bridge.

That's it, continuing to hold on to the dead is also a dead end, the huge pressure of this mountain is not something that a single Donghuang Bell can resist, let it be fate.

As soon as the divine thought moved, the Eastern Emperor Bell, which was about to break, was taken back, and the dragon soul was not able to break the bell.

As soon as the East Emperor Bell was retracted, the mountain was compressed again, and the space quickly shrank by more than half.

Just when Ding Ning thought that he was about to be crushed to death at the foot of this mountain, he was surprised to find that there were several huge cement blocks next to him, and there was a large stone, forming a small space, and the full squeezing of several stones resisted the downward pressure of the mountain, just like a small nest, just for Ding Ning to stay.

The feeling of coma in my mind came. Ding Ning's body leaned limply against the stone, motionless.

Outside the back door of the bomb shelter, Shuanghuaizi stood there with red eyes, looking at a large piece of the mountain that had collapsed very unwillingly.

Next to him, Mo Daochang was explaining him: "Brother Dao, don't feel distressed, it's just a magic weapon." ”

"It's different, the white jade bridge is the treasure of my Maoshan Town, the best treasure sent by the entire Middle Earth Daomen, this treasure is infinitely useful, and it took thousands of years to reach my hands. Unexpectedly, it was lost in this deep mountain. ”

"Alas, no matter how good a baby is, life doesn't matter. If it can save our lives, it's worth the money, it's a big deal that we dig the mountain and get it back. ”

Shuanghuaizi shook his head: "No." The marble must not have died. The landslide wasn't enough to kill him. We boldly went back to dig for treasure, and maybe we would release the drought, which would be self-defeating. ”

"So what should we do now?"

"The only way to do this is to return to the Middle-earth Gate. Invite fellow Daoists to come and kill this fang together, I hope I can still find the White Jade Bridge, otherwise my Maoshan status in the Daomen will definitely fall a lot. ”

Mo Daochang also nodded secretly, losing the treasure of Baiyuqiao, Shuanghuaizi's combat power was lost by nearly half, if he was known by other sects, he would definitely not respect him as much as before.

A good treasure is often the foundation of a sect, Baiyuqiao, a treasure that integrates defense, auxiliary and other functions, is too rare, Maoshan lost it, and it is not qualified to be called a big faction.

Shuanghuaizi glanced at the collapsed mountain very unwillingly, and said angrily: "Ding Ning! If it weren't for your Baiyu Bridge, it wouldn't have been lost, if I found your Yuan Shen, I would definitely refine it to vent my hatred for losing the treasure!"

Saying goodbye to Mo Daochang, Shuanghuaizi wanted to go back to the Middle Earth Dao Gate to invite his fellow Daoists, and Mo Daochang also wanted to go back to the Caohai Sect to invite the people from the sect, and the two of them separated and embarked on the road of moving and rescuing soldiers.

Ding Ning was alone in the cave, three days had passed, and the situation was very bad.

As if he knew that Ding Ning was not dead, although he couldn't get close to Ding Ning's location, a wave of corpse heat surged along the cracks of the collapse.

Ding Ning was unconscious in the mountain, his hair and clothes were already a little scorched, and his body was iron-blue, which was soaked in the dead air of corpse inflammation.

The corpse flame is transformed by phosphorus fire, and zombies are also resurrected from the dead, and the thick death gas on it can make the grass and trees wither instantly, and can make a living person instantly turn into a corpse.

That is, a cultivator like Ding Ning, who has achieved cultivation, can persist for so long under the constant invasion of corpse flames.

But he was so dead that he couldn't wake up, and could only gradually approach death in a coma.

Dead air can make people lose strength, lose their energy, their hair is knotted, their skin is withered, their heart beats slowly, their organs fail, and their eyelids are unable to lift.

Only the Eastern Emperor Bell was still slowly spinning in his mind, keeping his mind from being invaded by dead air, ensuring that he still had a breath of air.

But despite this, without the domination of Ding Ning's active consciousness, the rotation speed of the Eastern Emperor Bell is getting slower and slower, and if this continues, death will come sooner or later.

On the night of the third day, there was a heavy snowfall on Changbai Mountain.

When the snowflakes fall on the mountain, it will melt quickly at first, because the mountain is hot under the scorching heat.

As time went on, in the middle of the night, the mountain finally cooled down, and the drought stopped releasing corpse flames.

Maybe he's tired, or maybe he feels like Ding Ning is dead.

Indeed, Ding Ning's heart almost stopped beating, his body was dead gray, and he only had a faint breath for a long, long time, only the Eastern Emperor Bell rotated extremely slowly in his mind, showing that Ding Ning was still alive.

In the haze, Ding Ning seemed to hear a little call.

He once thought that he was dead, and when he was dead, he was also conscious, and he knew that if there was no external intervention, he would not be able to escape this time.

Later, he became unconscious, and now there was a little call, and he thought that it was the messenger of the underworld who came to guide him.

"I have killed countless people, and it is impossible for me to go to the heavenly realm after death, so I should go to hell. ”

Ding Ning laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart, his consciousness was confused, and his Yuan Shen was a little loose.

If the original spirit is out of the body, it will definitely not be able to survive in this lifeless barren mountain.

"Little brother. ”

In the haze, the call became a little clearer.

"Who? Who's calling me?"

It was like a child's voice. I couldn't hear it clearly.

Is the Soul Messenger of Hell a child? Hell can't be so cute, is it?

"Little brother, little brother. ”

A call came into his ears, Ding Ning felt very strange, the Yuan Shen had already left the body, and Shen Nian was exploring outside the lifeless mountain, hoping to find the person who called him.

The person is not dead yet, the divine thought is there, but in this extremely compressed mountain, the divine thought can't be put out far at all, and it is difficult to sustain it for about a few tens of meters.

And within a few tens of meters, out of the dirt or dirt. Except that stones are still stones.

"Uh-huh, is this?"

The only thing that isn't dirt. It was about three meters away from him, behind a collapsed cement pillar, there was a palm-sized, beautifully carved white jade bridge in the middle of the stone gap.

Ding Ning's spirit was lifted. Consciousness regained a little.

Although I can't move a finger at all. But he finally knew that he was still alive.

About to die. But still alive.

Because he saw the treasure of Shuanghuaizi, the wonderful white jade bridge, near him. At the last moment, when he attacked the eggshell with He's Bi and released the drought, Shuanghuaizi was left behind in order to escape for his life.

Ding Ning smiled bitterly in his heart, the baby was by his side, but he didn't have the ability to act.

The body has been invaded by dead air, and all the internal organs are covered with dead air, not to mention action, even if you can't recover your vitality, it can be said that this body is basically dead, just relying on the Eastern Emperor Bell to protect your mind, and there is still a little consciousness.

The baby is there, and it can only be a dry stare.

At this moment, even if he is given an elixir, he can't enter his stomach at all.

Ding Ning's heart was a little unwilling, but he didn't have any way, although there was still a doppelganger, but the ontological clone was one, and it was still based on the ontology, and if the ontology died, the doppelganger would definitely die.

Now that the ontological person is dying, the doppelganger is also bedridden in Zhongnan Mountain.

Knowing this, it is better to expose the clone and let it rush to fight side by side with the body, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, and it will not fall into this step.

Now even if you can make a phone call, you can notify the apprentice to save yourself, but unfortunately, everything is too late, a living dead, firmly enclosed in this mountain, what else can you do?

Even if someone comes to save him, the drought is obviously not dead, it is estimated that he was roasted by his own sun fire, and he was born early to cause some problems, and now he is recovering.

When the drought is born, he will die.

No, you don't have to wait for him to be born, as long as there are a few more hours, the Donghuang Bell will not be able to operate, and then it will be the real time of death.

While Ding Ning was thinking wildly, suddenly the child's voice came again.

"Little brother, can you hear me?"

The voice is crisp, like a five- or six-year-old child, full of childlike flavor.

Ding Ning woke up from a trance and remembered the voice calling for himself, by the way, it was this voice that woke him up!

"Who are you? Are you going to take me away? If so, please hurry, it's hard to be here. ”

"Little brother, I'm going to take you away, but you have to cheer up, now you are surrounded by dead air, and the grass and trees will wither if you get close, I can't get too close, you have to cheer up a little. ”

"What? aren't you the soul seducer of hell?"

"Hee-hee! Of course I'm not, I'm here to save you. ”

"But you are obviously a child, why do you call me little brother?" Ding Ning was still a little puzzled.

"The voice doesn't exactly represent age, don't you remember me? ”

The child's voice echoed in his mind, and the continuous dialogue made Ding Ning gradually regain a trace of clarity, although his body had not improved at all, but his consciousness was much clearer.

I only saw it a few days ago? But when I came to this Changbai Mountain, I haven't seen a living person except Shuanghuaizi and Mo Daochang?

Could it be that Ding Ning suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and remembered what was going on. (To be continued......)