Lin Beichen has not tried whether the iron hook is sharp or not, so he is not sure whether it can cut off the dark wood.
Lin Beichen wielded the Black Iron Tongue Hook and slashed downwards with all his strength, and a hole was actually cut into the hard gloomy wood.
Wong Tai Sin on the side suddenly widened his eyes, full of surprise.
Lin Beichen shivered cleverly, it smelled so cold!
A cold breath followed the black iron tongue hook and penetrated into his right hand.
Fortunately, the cold aura was absorbed by the ice soul statue fragments and stored.
An ordinary ghost fairy would definitely not be able to withstand such a cold backlash.
This gloomy wood energy continuously releases the cold aura, which is indeed a good thing for practice.
Lin Beichen immediately cut again, and soon a piece of gloomy wood root three feet long and eight inches wide was dug out of the mud.
Huang Taixian hurried over, struggled to hold up the dark wood, and then motioned to Lin Beichen to follow him.
I saw him stuffing the yellow talisman into his mouth, and then his belly suddenly bulged, as big as a ball, and even the blood streaks on his belly were clearly visible.
Seeing that Lin Beichen was not moving, Huang Taixian signaled Lin Beichen to take the yellow talisman and go up with him.
"You go back first, I want to take a look around here!"
Lin Beichen was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at Huang Taixian's growing belly with some confusion.
Suddenly, a loud bang exploded under the water, and the ground shook. Wong Tai Sin let out an underwater fart, and his body rushed upward like a cannonball.
Lin Beichen immediately stayed away and clicked his tongue again and again.
The power of Wong Tai Sin's talismans is truly incredible! A big hole was blown under the water!
After Lin Beichen stayed away from the polluted waters, he began to slowly study the world under the Yin River.
Time flew by quickly, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Of the dozen futile ghosts that Lin Beichen had released before, only one was left, rolling back.
Get in front of Lin Beichen.
After a brief exchange, as he expected, there was a whirlpool in the distance, and the water of the Yin River eventually disappeared into that whirlpool.
Almost all of the dozen or so dead ghosts were swallowed by the whirlpool, and only one was lucky enough to escape and return.
Lin Beichen immediately swam toward the whirlpool.
As he got closer to the vortex, Lin Beichen began to be affected by the suction force. His soul began to twist forward unnaturally, and everything around him also twisted, as if he had walked into a mirror.
As he continued to move forward, Lin Beichen indeed saw the whirlpool, but there were only two!
These two whirlpools are like underwater tornadoes suspended in the water. The top of the whirlpool is constantly absorbing the water of the Yin River, and the bottom of the whirlpool is constantly spitting out river water, one turning left and the other right.
Several souls were drawn into the whirlpool, and then spit out by the whirlpool below, but the souls had turned into countless fragments and dissipated bit by bit.
The two whirlpools are simply crushers.
At the same time, Lin Beichen knew that this whirlpool was the source and end of the Nai River branch. The Yin River water came from here and went here. As long as the whirlpool was closed, the entire Nai River branch could be taken away.
At this point, Lin Beichen could no longer move forward. He had reached his limit. If he moved even one meter further, he might not be able to control himself and be sucked into the vortex.
[A hole-level underworld spring is discovered. The host will collect the spring into the Eighteenth Level Hell Diagram and harvest this tributary of the Nai River! 】
Lin Beichen immediately unfolded the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
As soon as the Eighteen-Level Hell Diagram appeared, a huge suction force was generated to compete with the suction force in the vortex in front, and at the same time it began to absorb the water of the Nai River.
At the same time, the Eighteen Levels of Hell Draws power from Lin Beichen's body.
Lin Beichen was caught off guard and was almost knocked out.
Lin Beichen quickly put away the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and with lingering fear, he turned around and left without stopping.
After all, Lin Beichen didn't use Wong Tai Sin's talisman. He paddled desperately and finally surfaced, only to find that the entire Yinshan Cave was in chaos.
Perhaps because Lin Beichen had touched the underworld, the entire Yin River was boiling and roaring angrily, and there was also a strange noise coming from the ancient palace in the distance.
Boulders on the cliff fell one after another.
Lin Beichen took advantage of the chaos and exited the Yinshan Cave.
He climbed up the cliff in one breath, and could no longer hear the roar of the Yin River in the Yinshan Cave, so he found a secluded place to rest for a while. The Eighteen Levels of Hell just now almost drained all the strength from him in an instant. At this moment, He felt exhausted, his soul power was consumed too much, and he was about to fall asleep at any time.
He unfolded the Eighteen Levels of Hell and saw a small puddle in the blank world of the first level of hell.
Several little ghosts were wandering around the puddle.
For them, who live in a blank world, this puddle is simply a sweet spring in the desert.
Lin Beichen appeared beside the puddle in a flash.
When Sun San and other brats saw Lin Beichen, they were so frightened that they fled in all directions. Only the Blood Hook Immortal and the Old God remained standing on both sides, being very respectful to Lin Beichen and not daring to make any mistakes.
Lin Beichen felt that the puddle was full of yin energy, and reached out to hold some. The water immediately seeped into his soul. Lin Beichen's spirit was shaken, and he felt that he was back to full strength, and all the fatigue was swept away.
"nice one!"
“Absolutely good stuff!”
"This time I found a treasure!"
Lin Beichen couldn't help but praise him in surprise.
This Nai River water is like an energy pool, which can instantly restore him to his peak state. How important is this in battle?
No enemy will believe that a guy who has exhausted all his strength can still fight back, and that he is still fighting back at his peak!
Lin Beichen felt that he had another winning method to keep the bottom of the box!
He even wanted to enter the Yin River again to collect more water.
Lin Beichen calmed down quickly.
He thought carefully and felt that the Eighteen Hells Diagram draws not the Yin River water, but the Nai River water collected from the Yellow Spring, which is the source of power of the Yellow Spring. The two cannot be confused.
Otherwise, the Yin River has been flowing like this for thousands of years and would have been robbed long ago!
When he returned to Sanxian Temple, he opened the door curtain and saw Wong Tai Sin's family excitedly holding hands and milling around the gloomy wood.
The true nature of the rat is revealed.
The Wong Tai Sin family was stunned for a moment, then quickly let go of their hands and became reserved, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Lin Beichen was still sitting on the altar table.
Huang Daxian bowed respectfully to Lin Beichen, and asked with some anxiety: "Beichen Daxian, how should we arrange this gloomy wood?"
The Red Immortal and the White Immortal looked at Lin Beichen nervously.
They were afraid that Lin Beichen would swallow the dark wood all to himself.
Lin Beichen watched intently. Waves of cold air emitted from the gloomy wood, so much so that the entire temple began to freeze. The breaths exhaled by the three big mice were like white smoke.
Lin Beichen was about to make arrangements for the ownership of Yin Chenmu when he suddenly heard someone running outside the temple.
Wong Tai Sin and Pak Tai Sin both looked at the temple gate as if their tails had been stepped on.
Hong Daxian immediately dug a hole and buried the gloomy wood in it.
The three mice vividly express the state of a poor boy suddenly getting rich. What they fear most is that the baby will be missed by others, and they will panic and panic at the slightest disturbance.
