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311. Call of Death [19]

The Eight Desolate Divine Beasts had never doubted her ability, so they stepped forward cautiously, with torches illuminating the unknown darkness ahead.

Suddenly Wei Ning shouted "stop" again, and the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts stopped dangerously. The sound of stones rolling down was immediately heard from under their feet.

Looking down, I couldn't help but gasp.

When the torch was lit, you could see a steep cliff at your feet, and the firelight never illuminated the edge below.

Wei Ning jumped down, picked up a big stone and threw it down, counting silently in her mouth: "One, two, three..."

I counted to ten and didn't hear the sound of the stone falling to the ground.

"It seems like it's an abyss." Wei Ning whispered, feeling depressed. There should be a river nearby, but the way was blocked by this sudden cliff.

Throw the torch over, and the distance to the opposite side is more than ten meters. If you jump over, the chance of being shattered into pieces is 80%.

"What should we do now? How about finding another way to try?" The Eight Desolate Divine Beasts also felt a little depressed.

"The river should be right on the other side. Did you know? No matter where you are, the river is the best guidepost, because water has a source and cannot appear out of thin air, even though this is the netherworld."

The Eight Desolate Divine Beasts were still a little confused, "What if that river gushes out from the Netherworld Underground and flows into the Netherworld Underground?"

"If this is the case, we can only be considered unlucky, but I think it is impossible, because when there was a vibration just now, another person may have come in, and the direction is where the river is, so there must be an entrance or something like that over there.

It’s different from the underworld.”

Hearing what she said, the spirit of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts immediately invigorated a lot, and said: "Then let's find a way to get there!"

"There is no road, but I have a way, although it is more risky." Wei Ning pointed to the opposite side of the cliff. She just threw a torch to the opposite side, and it landed on the edge, but she could vaguely see some tall people on the other side.

Tree shadows.

"The trees over there are very tall. I can make a bridge."

"But the tree is on the other side..." said the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts. Although he is stupid, he is not that stupid. Can she still build a bridge across the sky?

"The bridge is for you to walk on, not for me!"

"Then how are you going to get there?"

Wei Ning walked around behind him and touched his long tail that was usually used as a weapon. For the first time, she felt that this tail was a bit cute.

"I saw how many times you hit Yun Zhong. This tail was full of power. I grabbed the tail and you threw me over."

"Are you crazy? You have no spiritual power now! If you throw it from such a distance, it will fall into pieces!"

"Don't underestimate my strength." Wei Ning had already grasped his tail tightly, "You only have one chance. If you don't want me to die, throw it as hard as you can. I will automatically let go when my strength is strongest, hurry up!"

In the end, the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts had no choice but to accept her proposal, let her grab his tail, and threw her out with the greatest care in his life.

Her uncondensed body drew an not-so-beautiful arc in mid-air, and rolled several times in the air. Fortunately, she was able to maintain balance by holding a long stick with both hands. Under the gaze of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts, she rolled back.

Then the long stick suddenly moved backwards and hit the branches of a tree hard. After the momentum was relieved, she fell down, and she was indeed unscathed.

The Eight Desolate Divine Beasts really want to give her the gymnastics championship award.


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