Chapter 2714 Danger

Yan walked very steadily, neither in a hurry nor slow, and steadily.

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. It spans from the square to the side hall and the back of 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 courtyard. It ends at the third side hall. The middle of the square entering the courtyard.

The long huge crater looked like the mark left by some long object hitting the ground.

The walls of the deep 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 It is more than a hundred meters thick, and below it is 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 unable to help but want to get closer.

Little Lolita said that sometimes you have to trust your 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 turned on the defense of his robe and approached the pit step by step. When he reached the edge, a suction force came from the pit. 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 was dark before my eyes.

Yan Xing suddenly realized that he must have been sucked into a certain barrier.

He did not panic, he adjusted his posture and allowed himself to fall with his head and feet on his head.

A world without light, nothing can be seen, there is only air around.

Yan Xing released his spiritual consciousness. The dark world seemed to have no end, and he could not reach the boundary. His spiritual consciousness seemed small in the vast nothingness.

The scope of his spiritual consciousness is 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 is like 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.

That light was like the light of a firefly, so faint that it seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.

However, it did not disappear.

Perhaps it is because as it gets closer and closer, the light cluster becomes larger and larger, and the light spot changes from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a soybean, then to the size of a finger, and then turns into 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 emerged.

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, and the other end was inlaid with A purple gemstone with a hollow protective ring of round gold balls on the outside and a pointed pagoda-shaped tip.

The surface of the purple gem flashes with light silver lightning power. The flowing lightning power is like a small dragon wandering around the gem. There are also a few wisps of thunder and lightning in the golden hollow ball. Wandering among the patterns.

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 magical 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, full of thickness.

Yan Xing stood firm and felt no danger. He removed the defensive cover of his robe and stepped on the ground with his feet. The ground was real.

I released my spiritual consciousness and explored it again. 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 stick stuck diagonally on the ground.

As we get 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 inserted diagonally into the ground is over a hundred meters long according to visual inspection, and the purple stone in the hollow ball is three to four times larger than a regular millstone on Earth.

Facing a huge staff-shaped magic 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."

It's such a waste. No?

A magical weapon can be made as big as an ordinary sword, spear, or spear. 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 he was wasting materials, circled around the staffSon, turned around twice and came closer, but was still not repulsed or threatened by the staff.

After confirming again and again that the staff was not dangerous, he moved closer and within touching distance of the light of the staff, and tried to stretch out his hand.

The hand passed through the halo circle of the magic weapon easily.

Yan Xing walked slowly over and walked into the corona of the staff. He stood and felt it. What made him feel most intimate was the purple gem inlaid on the staff.

At this moment, we are so close and the intimacy feels 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 speed of the electric current was so fast that Yan Xing had no time to let go. At that time, his arm was numb, and the next moment, the person was also electrocuted.

The outermost layer of robes was scattered to pieces by the current, and was soon scorched by the strong current. The first layer of robes was triggered, automatically turning on the defense, absorbing the madness. of 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.

He felt the blood pouring into the staff along the palm of his hand, and the electric current surged toward him along the arm in waves.

He saw silver currents flowing on the defensive cover of the robe. The ferocity of those currents felt more powerful than the thunder from Calabash Baby when he was going through the tribulation.

In the wave of fierce current attacks, the defensive array of the robe dimmed little by little, and with several waves of continuous sparks splashing, the third A layer of robes was broken.

The outer robe was shattered, and the defensive array on the second layer of robe became the target of electric current.

It lasted for a while, and the second layer of robes was also sacrificed gloriously.

The third layer of close-fitting suit-style robes has once again become the mainstay.

A close-fitting set of robes with excellent defensive functions. The time it takes to withstand an electric current attack is 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 dust returned to dust, and soil returned to dust.

When the third layer of robes was turned into smoke, Yan Xing’s hair “chirped” in the electric current because the robe’s defensive array was no longer protected.A ball of fire came out, but within two breaths it burned down to nothing.

His clothes and robes were all gone, and his hair was gone.

Young Master Yan turned into a bald and smooth-butted little boy and met the golden staff candidly.

He himself didn't realize it at all. When the defensive array of the robe was destroyed, the wanton electric current surged into his limbs and bones, running wildly through his meridians and muscles.

The muscles were like 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 split his skin, and his whole body was covered with vertical and criss-crossing wounds, and the blood was evaporated as soon as it gushed out.

His meridians were also burned open by the electric current.

That kind of pain is 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 could even sprout.

The reason why he was not electrocuted to death on the spot was because he went to Leizhou to undergo the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body, which gave him a strong body. Without the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Body, his previous body would have been killed long ago. The strong current burned it to ashes.

When he was in so much pain that his soul was about to collapse, the strange fire in his heart finally started to move, and countless wisps of flames were separated, and wisps of flames followed the path destroyed by the electric current. The meridians move, and the damaged meridians are refused and connected.

Yan Xing woke up from a fuzzy state where his consciousness was almost dissipated from the pain. When he felt a little better, he tried to touch the golden staff with his spiritual consciousness.

He tried again and again and failed again, while silently counting the time. One minute passed, ten minutes passed, the golden staff was still absorbing his blood, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. , the golden stick is 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 almost gone, 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, Flash into the brain.

That majestic power is the power of divine consciousness, which rushes into his sea of ​​consciousness with such force that Yan Xing's sea of ​​consciousness cannot bear it at all and almost bursts.

That force probably disliked that his sea of ​​consciousness was too small and had nowhere to stay, so he immediately helped to expand the territory.

Yan Xing, who was forced to undergo reform, 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 felt like someone was holding a sledgehammer and hitting his head like a stone, and it felt like his skull was broken inch by inch.

Sometimes it’s like a wave of volcanic lava pouring into my head, so hot that my brain is cooked, and my brain is also filled with hot lava.

Whenever he felt about to collapse, there was always a gentle force integrated into his consciousness to keep him awake.