The black line grew bigger and bigger, like a huge black hole, sucking away all the life force of Canxian.
Immediately afterwards, Canxian's body was cut in half from the middle and fell to both sides!
Just when Canxian was about to fall, "Misfortune" immediately cast an ancient spell.
The whole sky suddenly turned black!
The sun was still on the western horizon, and in the evening, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness.
Darkness, confusion, dead silence, depth... As if a physical dusk shrouded it, the laws in the wilderness changed in an instant.
A strong death aura erupted from the corpse of the immortal!
Under the reflection of the three flames, the gray aura of death surged out like a stormy sea, spreading tens of thousands of miles away in an instant.
A bone-chilling cold air, like thousand-year-old ice, surged out, and black frost began to condense on the desert, spreading to all directions at an extremely fast speed.
What was just a desert just now turned into a gray world the next second, and the breath of death surged in like a tide.
At this moment, a shallow passage quietly emerged from Canxian's body!
This road is like a shadow in the night, blending with the surrounding darkness. Even under the illumination of the real fire of the sun, it is blurry and seems to dissipate at any time.
This road is winding and winding, as if it has no end.
A coldness, a power of death, emanates from this corridor, like big pale hands, trying to drag everything around into darkness...
"Misfortune" glanced at the tunnel and immediately whispered: "We saw the secret passage!"
"Go in!" Zhan Wuji said calmly.
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The brocade skirt twirled slightly, and "Mo Gui" turned around and walked side by side with him, heading towards the dark path.
The same goes for "Mo Lilan", who is controlled by Ji Shuang.
And the same is true for "disaster".
In all directions, there was a dark nothingness.
The death energy seems to be endless, lingering around, cold to the bone, and constantly corroding the surroundings.
Zhan Wuji and others stepped into this dark road and arrived at another world!
The ten suns in the sky, the endless yellow sand, and the rolling barren mountains were all gone.
A void, a dead silence.
The flames of the sun were still burning quietly.
The path of darkness is only visible in the flames.
In front of them, the original wilderness, sky, and sun were all compressed into a tiny point of light.
Endless death energy surged out, trying to cover it up.
The light spot was tiny, like a speck of dust, but it was floating in the distance and couldn't be hidden at all.
Death, silence, and coldness linger like tarsal maggots.
When Zhan Wuji saw this, he immediately realized that this tiny bright spot was the way out!
He and "Misfortune" are both people from the future. If he returns to this world, he will not die in this world, but the light in this world will completely dissipate.
In that case, they will be trapped in hell and never be reincarnated forever!
At this moment, every chess piece in Chu Feng's heart is constantly changing its position.
The remaining chess pieces were all gathered at one point.
Beside him, there were only two chess pieces, "Misfortune" and "Mo Gui", as well as the two seniors' "Kong Meng" and "Gu Miao", all in the distance.
At this moment, "Mo Gui"'s face suddenly turned pale.
Countless voices of discussion came from all directions like a tidal wave.
"Mo Gui, are you here too?"
"Mo Gui, help!"
"Mo Gui, we are all righteous people, why do you ignore me?"
The voice that was very similar to "Xiang Zai" repeated the name "Mo Gui" over and over again, using various words to force her to react.
"Mo Gui" took his mind back in an instant. A Dzogchen in the forty-nine kalpa period would be extremely dangerous if he went deep into the underworld.
Now, she can still hold on in front of the "responsive" demonic voice, but her steps back have also become sluggish!
The True Fire of the Sun floating in her hand has still not been extinguished.
But from all directions, the power of death came with an icy aura, seeping into his bones, making this golden flame extremely fragile!
Zhan Wuji realized that something was wrong with "Mo Gui"'s condition, and immediately reached out his hand and held her shoulders.
In an instant, the continuous noise in her ears disappeared and calmness returned.
In the Nether World, the billowing death air and cold air were quickly isolated.
"Mo Gui"'s pale complexion immediately softened.
She took a deep breath and said calmly: "Thank you!"
"It doesn't matter." Zhan Wuji replied calmly.
"Senior Brother Minghuang is in the Dark Land, we must hurry up."
"Okay!" "Mo Gui" nodded.
As soon as these words came out, the three people and one ghost immediately accelerated and retreated!
Da da da……
The sound of slight footsteps echoed in the void.
Apart from the word "Mo Gui", there was no other sound in Zhan Wuji's ears.
The same was true for the Zhan Wuji clone she controlled.
"Disaster" is a dead person, but when it comes here, it is like a fish. Not only is it not affected, but it becomes stronger.
Only "Ink Rose", with all kinds of familiar sounds at first, tempted her to react. Immediately afterwards, there were painful howls, heartbreaking and continuous. The sadness contained in them made people cry.
"Mo Gui" warned herself over and over again, but she just didn't care about anything, just covered her head and started crying.
Zhan Wuji watched "Mo Gui" slow down again, and was startled. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and hugged it in his arms.
An aura as hot as the sun rushed towards his face, and "Mo Gui" suddenly woke up. It was "Crying"!
This was just after entering the Netherworld, and he almost died twice in a row!
This thought flashed through "Mo Gui"'s mind, but he did not push Zhan Wuji away.
At this time, there is no need to care about the difference between men and women!
However, this is too weird!
The realm of "Kong Meng" is comparable to hers.
How could he survive alone in this hell?
Just when he was thinking wildly, "Mo Gui" heard another burst of laughter.
It's like there is a very happy thing, more exciting than ascending to immortality or narrowly escaping death...
"Mo Gui" suddenly felt the urge to laugh.
"Mo Gui" frowned, and while her mind was still clear, she pressed tightly into Zhan Wuji's arms.
A warm and soft feeling pressed against his solid chest.
Zhan Wuji looked calm, but deep down, he was still quite pleased.
Just when he was hesitating whether to lift this "ink rose", a low and serious voice suddenly came from his ears: "Say my name and raise your title!"
