Jimo Ya faced the blocked hole, stood still, turned his wrist, and a writing brush appeared in his palm. The whole body was black and shiny, and it was engraved with complicated lines. The tip of the brush was soft, smooth and shiny.
It was his usual Qiankun pen!
In his capacity, this pen is naturally extremely extraordinary.
With a pen in his hand, Jimo Ya's momentum changed, his original gentleness turned into a sword drawn out of its sheath, sharp and steady, obviously two different styles, but they were all seen in him.
Jimo Ya slowly raised the pen, and slowly tapped forward three times.
He performed the three simple movements as if he was carrying a heavy weight, slow and heavy.
Three forces from different directions were attracted and turned into a powerful force. In the closed cave, they struck heavily with a rumbling sound.
"Expansion!" There was a loud noise, and the whole cave trembled, and the gravel fell straight down.
Before this force dissipated, Jimo Ya waved his sleeves, the white dragon rose high, the dragon swung its tail, and hit the stone pile hard again.
There was another loud noise, the stone pile rattled non-stop, and the cave seemed to be shaking.
But this was not enough, Jimo Ya picked up his pen again.
After several times, under the joint efforts of him and Bailong, the stone pile blocking the entrance of the cave retreated a certain distance.
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Big drops of sweat flowed from Jimo Ya's forehead, and Shenlong was also a little sluggish.
Huan Qingyan hurriedly tore off a corner of his robe, and ran over to help him wipe his sweat, "Gong Ziya, can you go out?"
It was rare for Jimo Ya not to brush Huan Qingyan away, he knocked a piece of stalactite and examined it carefully, "It is actually mixed with stalactite!"
"Is it a samumite?"
"Cammianite is soft and has great toughness, especially in places with severe cold, the softer it is, the more it can bear strength."
"Ah! Then we can't get out?" Huan Qingyan's voice was mixed with a strange excitement.
If she couldn't get out, then she could spend the rest of her life alone with such a handsome male god.
Oh heh heh heh...
"Unless the mountains are opened from the outside, we may not be able to go out for the time being."
Jimo Ya didn't expect that there would be simianite here.
Now he is just a true spiritual master, and the dragon and spirit treasure has not turned into a real body, and is in a half-empty, half-real state.
If it was an ordinary mountain rock, he would be sure to break through the mountain from here, but now it is a bit difficult to handle.
"It's okay. I brought a lot of fruit to eat. I won't starve to death. In a few days, someone will come to save us..."
Jimo Ya didn't speak, that's all he could do.
Xiao Xinghan had food, drink, relatives by his side, and the most important thing was that there were two spirit treasures, Shenlong Lingbao and Zhu Lingbao. He felt that it would not matter if he stayed here for a few days, so he shouted, "Sister, let the piglet go!" Come out and play with me."
Zhu Lingbao hummed twice, rolled out, and stared at the dragon Lingbao again.
Shenlong Lingbao is very airy, and has a sense of arrogance in front of Zhu Lingbao, Zhu Lingbao is not to be outdone, Xiao Xinghan clapped his hands and laughed.
Huan Qingyan and Jimo Ya chatted for a while, most of the time Huan Qingyan was talking, and Jimo Ya responded dispensable.
Later, Huan Qingyan was really close to him, and when he began to sniff him again, Jimo Ya flew directly onto a sharp stone stalactite about four or five meters high, and sat up in meditation.
Huan Qingyan couldn't climb up, so he could only watch for a while, no matter how aggressive Jimo Ya was, he wouldn't come down, so he seized the time to practice by himself.
When it was meal time, Xiao Xinghan came to shake her, asking for something to eat.
A day passed in a flash.
No one has come to find them yet...