The five people flew down carefully in this gully. Wang Lin was not at the forefront, but on the right side, sinking downward while observing the wall of the seam next to him.
The wall of this seam was extremely smooth, as if a sharp weapon was cut open. When Wang Lin touched it with his right hand, he immediately felt a burst of coldness flowing into his body along his fingers.
As the five people continued to sink, the surroundings gradually became dark, but this darkness did not have much effect on the monks, and the immortal power condensed his eyes, and he could see everything clearly.
The further down, the more branch cracks appear, forming branches that look like branches. Each branch crack is like a cave. The inside is dark, and there are even some, even immortals. I force my eyes together, and I can't see the depths clearly.
When the branch cracks gradually increased, Du Jian's body halted. Floating in the air, Murong Zhuo's expression was always cold. At this moment, seeing Du Jian stop, he frowned, but did not speak.
The two daughters of Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei stopped and looked around. The gaps between the branches were like mouths, waiting for the arrival of the prey.
"Everyone, in these crevices, there may be some treasures left. The more you go down, the more crevices there will be. Our goal here is all for treasures. Now it's up to our own abilities."
After Du Jian finished speaking, he moved towards one of the cracks.
Murong Zhuo hesitated for a moment, and flew to another rift.
"Why Brother Wang didn't go around and look around, maybe there will be gains."
Zhao Yixuan laughed softly.
Wang Lin shook his head and his eyes were calm. Instead of searching around, he flew down.
Looking at Wang Lin's back, Zhao Yixuan's eyes flashed, and she turned to peek at the crack on the side. As for the weak woman next to her, she followed closely behind.
During the flight, Wang Lin glanced back at the direction of the two women, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Why do I always feel a little weird to these two people..."
While pondering, Wang Lin retracted his gaze and looked down. The huge crack did not reach the bottom. I don't know how deep it was below, but at this moment, they had been flying out of the place where they stopped for a long time, and they still hadn't reached the bottom.
"At the bottom of this tidal abyss, even Bello's crystal can't be seen through, but I know that there is a huge corridor below it, which is connected to five other entrances. As for the exit, there is only one!"
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body no longer sank, but flew upwards. When he moved, he immediately noticed a heavy pressure coming from above.
"Sure enough, this entrance can only be entered. It cannot be exited. If you force it out from the entrance, the resistance will be greater and greater."
After verifying what he thought, Wang Lin stopped and took a closer look. There were many cracks around, and the inside was pitch black. His gaze was only swept away on these cracks and then he withdrew.
"This tidal abyss has been visited by many people for countless years. Even if there were treasures in these crevices, they are all empty now. After sinking a hundred feet, I found a place that is difficult to cross after looking at it with a crystal. One of the places."
Wang Lin floated in the air with a calm expression. Not long after, Murong Zhuo was the first to fly from above. He nodded to Wang Lin and stood aside. After a short silence, he suddenly said: "Friend Wang Dao, this place is familiar?"
Wang Lin glanced at Murong Zhuo and said, "A hundred meters below, there is an ancient tree growing on a rock wall. This tree is very weird. Daoist Murong must be careful."
Murong Zhuo was startled, nodded, not talking.
After a while, Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei flew over. Du Jian followed closely behind.
The five people reunited. Obviously, they didn't gain anything from each other. They continued to sink. Wang Lin slowed down and fell behind the others. As for Murong Zhuo, he hesitated for a while.
On the contrary, Du Jian fell ahead at the moment.
For the five people, the distance of one hundred feet was reached in a blink of an eye. Wang Lin always had bright eyes and looked to the lower right. When he looked at it with a crystal, he found that there was an ancient tree growing there. Not surprisingly, but when Wang Lin looked at it with the crystal, a sense of crisis suddenly arose.
As he was sinking, his gaze condensed, and he saw a dead tree as thick as a person on the crevice wall at the bottom right. The roots of this tree are densely scattered, most of which are suspended, and the other is deeply drilled into the crevice wall.
The location of the tree's growth is a bit clever. It happens to be just above a gap, and the roots that hang down like a curtain cover the gap. This kind of ancient tree was not the only one along the way, but seven or eight, but only this one caused a crisis in Wang Lin's heart.
A gleam of purple light shone in the gap. It looks like a magic weapon. There is no need for divine consciousness to probe, just by looking at it, that gleam of purple light is emitted from a flying sword that pierced the wall.
This flying sword is extremely simple, revealing a sharp aura, and it doesn't look like anything.
Du Jian saw the purple light at a glance, his expression moved, and his body immediately stopped. He took a closer look at the flying sword, and lost his voice: "Heavenly Luck Sabre!"
As soon as the words came out, even the two daughters of Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei were taken aback, and followed Du Jian's gaze to the gap.
Wang Lin observed coldly, and immediately saw the weak woman named Xu Fei. The place she was looking at was not the crack, but the unremarkable old tree on it, and a slight coldness flashed in her eyes.
Du Jian took a deep breath, looked at the flying sword in the crack, and said in a deep voice: "I know this sword is the saber of my master Tianyunzi. Master has seven sabers, which were given to the seven elements. Seven sons are a magic weapon, but in the past countless years, a total of three series of sabers have disappeared with people."
When he said this, he looked at Wang Lin, with a hesitant look on his face, and said, "Junior Brother Wang, you must have heard of Sun Yun."
Wang Lin looked as usual and nodded.
Du Jian sighed lightly and said: "When Sun Yun was stunned, I was just an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Luck Sect, and I had not yet been accepted into the Red Element by the master, but this sword, I have a deep memory. This sword should It is the purple saber gifted by Master Sun Yun after he became the Seventh Son of Heaven Luck!"
Wang Lin looked at the flying sword in the crack and did not speak.
A cold light flashed in Du Jian’s eyes. He clasped his fists to Murong Zhuo, Zhao, and Xu Ernv: “Brother Murong, Sister Zhao, Sister Xu, this sword is from my Heavenly Fortune Sect, and it’s a purple sword. Today , Du is here to ask the three of you for a face. How about this sword belongs to my Junior Brother Wang? He is a purple disciple of my Heavenly Fate Sect. If he obtains this sword, he is considered to be returned to the original owner, and he owns this sword. The identities in the purple line are immediately different."
Du Jian's voice revealed sincerity and emotion.
Although Murong Zhuo's eyes were cold, yet another weirdness flashed by at this moment. His words were short and he said, "It's okay!"
The two daughters of Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei naturally had no objection. Du Jian looked at Wang Lin with open eyes and said: "Junior Brother Wang, Du has a lower cultivation base than you, but I started early. I call you a junior, don't mind. This saber is something of your purple series. Senior brother will not snatch it, and will never allow anyone to snatch it. It belongs to you! Du only hopes that this sword can be issued on you like Sun Yun back then. Light."
Wang Lin looked at Du Jian calmly, his expression was normal, with a gentle smile.
"So, thank you very much."
Wang Lin smiled dumbly. He looked at Du Jian as if he was watching a young child playing with inferior tricks. Could it be that this person really thought that he was a three-year-old child.
Wang Lin’s smile fell in Du Jian’s eyes, and this person’s heart suddenly became a little bad. He did underestimate Wang Lin. Before he thought, this soil bun who came from a semi-abandoned planet to Tian Yun Xing, if it hadn’t been for people How can the luck of jealousy be accepted as a disciple by Tianyunzi!
Here, he had come alone once before, but instead of coming down from the entrance himself, he controlled a puppet that had been fused with God’s consciousness to come in. Here, the puppet was attacked by an ancient tree. That scene scared him for a long time. Step into this misty mountains and seas.
Later, after finding Murong Zhuo and others, did he set foot here again this time.
He was confident that Wang Lin could not see through his own thoughts. After all, the ancient tree looked too ordinary, and there were some identical ancient trees along the way, none of which were offensive.
Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, the scimitar flashed out of it, and dropped it, but seeing a flash of black light, it flew directly into the gap in an instant. The scimitar was too fast and fell into it instantly. Inside, under one roll, he directly rolled up the flying sword and came straight to Wang Lin.
All this was so fast, the dead tree on the gap seemed to have no reaction, the scimitar flew back, and the flying sword that exuded crystal light fell into Wang Lin's hands.
Holding the flying sword, Wang Lin's expression grew colder, and under a pinch, the sword collapsed with a bang, turned into fragments, and even the purple light disappeared in a flash.
What kind of Heavenly Destiny Sword is here, it is clearly a piece of ordinary iron, which was deliberately made into a magic weapon and thrown into the crack, setting it as a trap.
Wang Lin looked at Du Jian, his eyes always flat.
Du Jian looked ugly, stepped back, and said apologetically: "Junior Brother Wang, I misunderstood this sword..."
A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He seldom took the initiative to provoke others in his life, but if someone provokes him, he would be merciless! This is the cruel world of comprehension, and the fate of being too weak is death.
Stepping forward, Wang Lin grabbed the void with his right hand, turning into a violent wind, and went straight to Du Jian. Du Jian's complexion changed drastically, he quickly stepped back, and shouted, "Wang Lin, what do you mean!"
But with his cultivation base, it is very difficult to dodge in this not wide area. Even if it is teleporting, it is impossible to dodge under Wang Lin's enlightenment Taoism and magical powers. With a wave, the wind suddenly rises. Although he couldn't kill Du Jian, who had a life-saving thing, he rolled his body directly next to the ancient tree.
At this moment, there was a harsh hum from the ancient tree, and the tree collapsed and turned into countless finger-sized flying insects, rushing out like thick clouds.
What kind of ancient tree is this? It is clearly transformed from the gathering of a large number of flying insects.