Chapter 2271 Tiankeng

Xiao Fan struggled to chase the white stone, with a look of anxiety on his face. He could sense that the white stone was in front of him, but he could no longer see the white stone.

It has to be said that the speed of the white stone is very fast, even so fast that Xiao Fan can't catch it.

"What is going on?" Xiao Fan's heart was extremely solemn. He no longer cared about whether there was any danger ahead, he just wanted to catch up with the white stone.

After almost a dozen breaths, Xiao Fan suddenly slowed down. It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that faint white light suddenly shot out in front of him.

Xiao Fan was sure that this light was not coming from white, because the light emitted by the white stone was very holy and translucent.

But the light in front of him seemed turbid, hazy, and even exuded a kind of decay.

"Mist?" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something: "It looks exactly the same as the fog in the soul-eating restricted area on Wushen Peak. Is there any connection between the two?"

Xiao Fan moved forward cautiously with doubts. This mist can swallow people's souls and can cause hallucinations. If you are not careful, you will be caught.

Moreover, the fog in this passage is thicker than the fog on Wushen Peak, and the weird power is stronger.

Xiao Fan observed for a few times, and what surprised him was that the mist actually condensed and refused to disperse, as if it was bound by a strange force and could not spread out of this place.

"Xiao Fan, I sensed your position. If you move forward ten feet, you can see me." Suddenly, the voice of Soul Killing God Liu sounded, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Xiao Fan was extremely calm. He sensed his surroundings and found that the roots of the Soul-killing Willow were very rare, with only one or two looking at this area.

However, it may be that the existence of these two rhizomes allowed him to still have a mysterious connection with his soul, and also saved his life.

"What do you have over there?" Xiao Fan asked, without rushing over.

He could sense that the white stone was in front of him, but he didn't know what was around the white stone, so he could only ask the Soul-killing God Willow.

"My place is completely white. By the way, I just saw your treasure passing by here." Soul Killing God Liu said.

Xiao Fan frowned. He didn't know what caused the strange movement of the white stone, but it was definitely not as simple as seeing the treasure.

Ordinary white stones would usually glow if they sensed a treasure, but this time, they actually left Xiao Fan on their own initiative. This was the first time in so many years.

Xiao Fan didn't want the white stone to be in trouble, so he speeded up again. The distance of ten feet was not very far for Xiao Fan, it only took one or two breaths.

However, before Xiao Fan reached the distance of ten feet, the passage in front suddenly became wider, and the white mist in the passage was so thick that it was almost impossible to see his fingers.

"There is actually a large space under the ground?" Xiao Fan was extremely surprised. His soul glanced at the cliffs around him, but he discovered that the cliffs were not created by the Soul-killing God Liu. They should have been created countless years ago. exists.

After taking a few steps forward, Xiao Fan suddenly stopped, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly grabbed a tree root next to him with his right hand.

In front of him was a bottomless cliff covered in white mist. He almost didn't stop and rushed directly into the cliff.

Dang Dang Dang!

There was a loud sound of stones hitting the cliff. The sound was clear and crisp, and the reverberation lasted for a long time. In the end, no sound of falling to the bottom was heard.

"This is this?" Xiao Fan looked at the bottomless cliff below in horror and couldn't help but gasp.

In front of him, the white mist rolled, and there was no end as far as the eye could see. On both sides, there were cliffs surrounding it in an arc. The arc was very small, which was enough to show the hugeness of the abyss.

Sinkhole!

Two words suddenly popped up in Xiao Fan's mind. Only Tiankeng could describe this circular pit. Xiao Fan conservatively estimated that this Tiankeng was dozens of miles in diameter.

What surprised him was that even though such a large sinkhole was under Wushen Peak, Wushen Peak was surrounded by sea water. According to common sense, it should be filled with sea water.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the tree root that Xiao Fan was holding on to suddenly broke away. He quickly let go of the tree root and stood firm.

"Xiao Fan, save, save me!" Suddenly, a frightening and inexplicable voice suddenly sounded from Xiao Fan's ears.

Yes, it rang from his ears, not his mind.

Xiao Fan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and a hand suddenly reached out into the void, as if he had grasped something, but he felt that he had not grasped it firmly. Then he looked up and saw a phantom.

The shadow has an old and wrinkled face like a dead tree. The long white hair and beard are as dry and rough as roots.

What surprised Xiao Fan the most was that its legs were completely integrated with the roots. Because Xiao Fan had just broken the roots, the roots completely lost their support and almost fell into the abyss.

Fortunately, Xiao Fan caught the broken tree root in time. He looked at the old dead tree face with a strange expression and said: "The Soul-killing Willow?"

"It's Lao Chan. Let me introduce you again. My name is Liu Zhuhun!" Liu Zhuhun, the God of Soulslave, smiled bitterly, with an embarrassed look on his face.

"What a terrible name, as if no one knows you are the Soul-killing God Willow." Xiao Fan rolled his eyes, and then asked doubtfully: "By the way, shouldn't your soul be in the shape of a tree? Why is it in the shape of a human?"

"Who said that the soul of the tree god has to be in the shape of a tree?" Liu Zhuhun curled his lips and said. He no longer had the cold storage and ruthlessness that he used to kill the monks of the thirteen sects of the Nine Prefectures. Instead, he looked like a kind old grandfather.

Liu Zhuhun was not bad by nature. The reason why he killed the human monks was just that he was taking advantage of the human monks while the human monks were using him.

If Yu Wenxian hadn't planned it, Liu Zhuhun wouldn't be so furious and kill him.

Xiao Fan did not continue to struggle with this issue, but looked at the white foggy sky below and said, "Do you know what is down here?"

After all, Liu Zhuhun has stayed here for hundreds of thousands of years, so he probably has enough understanding of Wushen Peak.

However, to Xiao Fan's disappointment, Liu Zhuhun shook his head and said: "I have been trapped here. I can't advance or retreat. Who knows what is down here."

What Liu Zhuhun said was true. When his soul woke up, he was almost sucked into the sinkhole. Fortunately, he did not completely leave his root, otherwise, it would have died long ago.

However, when Liu Zhuhun's soul wanted to return to his body along the roots, he found that the power had been acting on him, preventing him from leaving at all.

Therefore, Liu Zhuhun could only stay on this rhizome for hundreds of thousands of years, which was even more uncomfortable than death.

Fortunately, he can still contact the main body through the rhizome, and see the scene around Wushen Peak through the main body, which can be regarded as a way to pass the time.

"By the way, your treasure just entered it." Liu Zhuhun suddenly added.

When Xiao Fan heard this, he frowned and stared at the sinkhole below, trying to find the specific location of the white stone, but he could only roughly sense one direction.

Whoops! Just as Xiao Fan was killing the god, suddenly a stream of light roared from the white mist, extremely fast, and exuding a sharp aura like a sharp sword. "Be careful!" Liu Zhuhun screamed, with a look of panic on his face.