Yan walked very steadily, neither in a hurry nor in a slow manner, and at a steady pace.
When people arrive at a deep pit, they can see the true appearance of the pit at a glance.
The deep pit is more than 300 feet wide, spanning from the square to the back of the side hall and the south side hall. It belongs to the north side hall of the first side hall on the south side and the third entrance hall of the main courtyard. It ends in the middle of the square of the third entrance hall of the side hall.
The long huge crater looked like the mark left by being hit on the ground by some long object.
The walls of the pit are uneven because the ground was smashed. You can also see the thickness of the gold bricks on the surface. The gold bricks are about two feet thick. The bottom of the bricks is hardened soil. The soil layer is more than a hundred meters thick.
It's a red rock.
Yan Xing closed his eyes, and the feeling that had to come became stronger, as if something was waving to him in a deep pit, making him want to get closer.
Little Loli once said that sometimes you have to trust your own intuition.
He chose the direction consciously and intuitively felt that there was no danger.
After standing by the pit for a short while, Yan Xing activated the defense of his robe and approached the pit step by step. When he reached the edge, a suction force came from the pit and pulled him in.
His robe defense array was not damaged and no one was injured. However, when he was sucked into the pit, his eyes suddenly became distorted.
When I looked again, there was no deep pit, no pit walls shining with ore, and everything in front of me was dark.
Yan Xing suddenly realized that he must have been sucked into a certain barrier.
He did not panic, adjusted his posture, and let himself fall with his head and feet on his head.
In a world without light, nothing can be seen and there is only air around.
Yan Xing released his spiritual consciousness, and the dark world seemed to have no end, and he could not touch the boundary. His spiritual consciousness seemed insignificant in the vast nothingness.
The scope of his spiritual consciousness was limited, and after some exploration, he found nothing, so he simply stopped doing useless work, took back his spiritual consciousness, and let himself fall to an unknown place.
As he continued to go down, Yan Xing felt that the feeling that had been calling him became stronger and stronger, and his heart felt a little burning.
It's just that the bottom seems to be a bottomless pit with no end.
I don’t know how long it floated, but when Yan Xing was so bored that he wanted to sleep, a faint light appeared below.
The light was like the light of a firefly, so faint that it seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.
However, it hasn't disappeared.
It may be that as it gets closer, the light cluster becomes larger and larger, and the light spot changes from the size of a grain of rice at first to the size of a soybean, then to the size of a finger, and then to a cluster the size of an egg.
Soon, the light group turned into a circle as big as the sun, and a faint golden and purple halo was faintly visible.
Yan Xing stared at the light in the darkness, watching it grow from small to large, and then the full picture appeared.
It was a staff-shaped magic weapon lying in the darkness, similar to the Zen staff used by monks. The golden staff had a shape of several balls strung together at one end. The other end of the shaft was inlaid with a purple gem, and there was a
The hollow round gold ball protective ring has a pointed pagoda-shaped tip.
The surface of the purple gemstone flashes with streaks of pale silver thunder and lightning power. The flowing thunder and lightning power is like a wandering dragon rotating around the gemstone. There are also a few wisps of thunder and lightning swimming among the patterns of the golden hollow balls.
The golden rod is covered with complicated lines, and light flows on the surface of the instrument, forming a halo like a corona.
Seeing the staff-shaped magic weapon, questions slowly popped up in Yan Xing's mind. Is this his chance?
After a while, he finally landed and saw clearly that the magic weapon was not floating diagonally in the air, but that the end with the beads was stuck into the ground.
The ground is gray-black and full of thickness.
Yan Xing stood firm and felt no danger. He removed the protective cover of his robe and stepped on the ground with his feet. The ground was real.
I released my spiritual consciousness and explored it. The surrounding area was dark, empty and vast.
Since he couldn't touch the edge of the dark world anyway, Yan Xing withdrew his consciousness and slowly walked towards the magic sword stuck diagonally on the ground.
As we get closer and closer, the size of the staff in our eyes is getting bigger and bigger. Before, I thought it was less than one foot long. When I got closer, I realized that it was an illusion. It was actually a giant staff!
The staff thrust diagonally into the ground was visually over a hundred meters long, and the purple stone inside the hollow ball was three or four times larger than a regular millstone on Earth.
Facing a huge staff-shaped magical weapon, a person is like an ant standing in front of a huge towering tree, looking so weak.
Looking up at the mountain-like magic weapon, Yan Xing sighed deeply: "It's so big, how much ore will be wasted."
Isn’t it too wasteful?
A magical weapon can be made as big as an ordinary sword, spear, or spear, so why bother making it so big?
Using the spiritual ore used to make this staff, there must be at least dozens of ordinary-sized magic weapons.
Yan Xing, who sincerely felt that the material was being wasted, circled the staff twice, then moved closer, but was still not repulsed or threatened by the staff.
After confirming again and again that the staff was not in danger, he moved closer and within touching distance of the staff's light, and tried to stretch out his hand.
The hand passed through the halo circle of the magic weapon easily.
Yan Xing slowly walked over and walked into the circle of light of the staff. He stood and felt it. What made him feel most intimate was the purple gem inlaid on the staff.
Now, being so close, the feeling of intimacy is even stronger.
Yan Xing walked a few more steps and was within reach of the golden staff. He originally wanted to reach out and grab the staff, but he took it back, scratching his palm, and then pressed it down.
When he pressed his palm on the surface of the golden staff, the originally quiet golden staff burst out with dazzling golden light. As the golden light suddenly appeared, countless electric currents surged along his hand and attacked his whole body.
The electric current was so fast that Yan Xing had no time to let go. At that moment, his arm was numb, and the next moment, the person was also numbed by the electricity.
The outermost layer of robes was scattered to pieces by the electric current, and was soon scorched by the strong current. The first layer of robes was triggered, automatically turning on the defense, absorbing the crazy electric current.
The electric current poured into the robe, just like sparks hitting the earth, bursting out countless electric lights, and the sound of crackling was endless.
Yan Xing's limbs were stiff and numb from the electric shock, and he couldn't withdraw his hand even if he tried. He tried to touch the golden staff with his spiritual consciousness, but seemed to have encountered an invisible wall and was blocked back.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He felt blood pouring into the staff along the palm of his hand, and electric current surged toward him along the arm in waves.
He saw silver electric currents flowing on the defensive cover of the robe. The ferocity of those electric currents felt more powerful than the thunder from the sky when Calabash Baby was going through the tribulation.
Amid waves of vicious current attacks, the defensive array of the robe dimmed little by little. With waves of continuous sparks flying, the first layer of the robe was shattered.
The outer robe was shattered, and the defensive array of the second layer of robe became the target of electric current.
This lasted for a while, and the second layer of robes was also sacrificed gloriously.
The third layer of close-fitting suit-style robes once again became the mainstay.
A close-fitting set of robes with excellent defensive functions, it can withstand electric current attacks for longer than the combined resistance time of the first two robes.
However, it ultimately failed to withstand the continuous destruction of the current, and eventually ashes returned to dust, and dust returned to dust.
When the third layer of robes disappeared, without the protection of the defensive array of the robes, Yan Xing's hair "chirped" like a ball of fire in the current, but one of them burned in just two breaths.
Nothing left.
All his clothes and robes were gone, and his hair was gone.
Young Master Yan turned into a bald and smooth-butted little boy and met the golden staff frankly.
He himself didn't realize it at all. When the defensive array of the robe was destroyed, the wanton current surged into his limbs and bones, running wildly through his meridians and muscles.
The muscles felt like they were being cut by a knife and an electric drill, and the tearing pain came one after another. The meridians seemed to be swollen by electric current, as if they would break at any time.
What is stored in the Dantian is not true energy, but a battery of electricity.
Soon, the flowing electric current cracked his skin, and his whole body was covered with vertical and criss-crossing wounds, and the blood was evaporated as soon as it gush out.
His meridians were also seared with cracks by the electric current.
That kind of pain was stronger than the sum of all the pain from previous injuries.
Yan Xing was in so much pain that his consciousness was almost blurred, but he didn't make a sound.
It wasn't that he was strong and could endure it, but that his muscles had long been stiff and he couldn't open his mouth. All the screams of pain were strangled in the cradle before they even sprouted.
The reason why he was not electrocuted to death on the spot by the current was because he went to Leizhou to undergo the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body, which gave him a powerful body. Without the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body, his previous body would have been burnt to ashes by the strong current.
When he was in so much pain that his soul almost collapsed, the strange fire at his heart finally started to move, and countless wisps of flames were separated. The wisps of flames followed the meridians destroyed by the current, and the meridians were destroyed by the current.
Reintegrate and continue.
Yan Xing woke up from a vague state of pain that was so painful that his consciousness almost disappeared. When he felt a little better, he tried to touch the golden staff with his spiritual consciousness.
He tried and failed again and again, while silently counting the time. One minute passed, ten minutes passed, and the golden staff was still absorbing his blood. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the golden staff was still not full.
He felt that his blood was running out and his consciousness was slowly consuming.
After a long time, when he felt that his blood was about to drain out, the golden staff finally stopped sucking his blood, and a majestic force like the power of the ancient world entered his arm from the golden staff and poured into his brain instantly.
That majestic force was the power of divine consciousness, which rushed into his own sea of consciousness so powerfully that Yan Xing's sea of consciousness could not bear it at all and almost burst.
That force probably felt that his sea of consciousness was too small and had nowhere to stay, so it immediately helped to expand the territory.
Forced to undergo reform, Yan Xing began a purgatory experience.
He felt like hands were splitting him into countless thin strips, and then three or five strips were twisted into strands, like twisting a hemp rope into a rope, and then knitted like a sweater.
It's like someone took a sharp knife and scraped it back and forth in his brain like a pig's hair. Every time the knife was scraped, it felt like the shell of his head was getting a little thinner.
Sometimes it feels like someone is holding a sledgehammer and hitting his head like a stone, and it feels like his brain bones are broken inch by inch.
Sometimes it is like a wave of volcanic lava pouring into the head, so hot that the brain is cooked, and the brain is also filled with hot lava.
Every time he felt like he was about to collapse, there was always a gentle force that blended into his consciousness to keep him awake.
