Invincibility begins with making choices

Chapter 315 Since you're here, don't leave
"boom!"

There was another loud noise, which spread far and far away in the silent night, and the birds and beasts screamed and fled in all directions.

After a while, the smoke and dust finally cleared away. Li Xiang moved his body and came to the huge pothole blasted by the beam of light, and poked his head into it.

The next second, he was stunned, swallowed, and murmured, "My dear, this must be at least 100 meters deep."

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked inside carefully for a while, and muttered again, "Such a terrible attack, that guy should die."

Sparing his head, after thinking about it, he was still a little worried, so he simply took out the Seven Star Flowing Cloud from the inventory and held it in his hand.

Then, he stepped down and jumped into the big pit.

"It seems that it is far more than 100 meters, at least 150 meters."

When he got to the bottom of the pit, Li Xiang muttered to himself again, then shot around with his eyes, and released his consciousness, searching inch by inch.

I searched twice, but didn't find even a trace of the male ghost.

Now he was relieved, and naturally he didn't want to stay any longer, his feet got a little heavier, and his body immediately shot up.

……

Not long after Li Xiang left, two figures appeared next to the huge hole blasted by the beam of light, less than 2 minutes apart.

The two actually knew each other and had a good relationship.

"Old Wang, did you find anything?"

The person who spoke was a muscular middle-aged man with a muscular body and his clothes bulging.

The man called Old Wang was a man with white hair. He had a ruddy complexion and smiled and said, "I just arrived."

The muscular middle-aged man nodded, and let go of his spiritual sense, looking for clues within a few miles.

After a while, the muscular middle-aged man withdrew his consciousness in disappointment, then looked at the white-haired man, "Old Wang, why don't we... let's go down and have a look?"

The white-haired man frowned, hesitated for a while, and then said, "It's definitely not a simple situation when the thunder suddenly appears, so it's better to be careful."

Well, Li's method made the white-haired man mistakenly think that it was Tianlei's work.

Of course, he was not to blame for this. How many monks would have the same wrong judgment after seeing such a terrifying scene.

"You mean you don't want to go down."

The muscular middle-aged man said something again.

"Old Guo, listen to me, don't go down either."

The white-haired man looked at the other person's face and said seriously.

The muscular middle-aged man hesitated for a while, and said firmly: "I still want to go down and have a look, maybe there will be something to gain."

"Hey."

The white-haired man sighed. He knew his friend's temper very well, and he made a decision that even ten cows would never want to pull him back.

He then smiled, "Forget it, I'll go down with you, even if there is a situation, I need someone to take care of me."

The muscular middle-aged man felt his heart warm, nodded, moved his body, and jumped down first.

The white-haired man took out a flute. Under the moonlight, the body of the flute was blue with white, and the material was like bamboo but not bamboo.

Without any hesitation, he flickered and followed into the pit.

Five or six minutes passed, and the muscular middle-aged man stomped his foot on the ground with a rather disappointed expression, "Let's go, old Wang, it's a waste of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strange and sinister laugh, "Quack, quack! Since you're here, don't leave."

The two were taken aback immediately.

The temper of the muscular middle-aged man was as fiery as his figure. He swept around and shouted, "Who is it? Stop playing tricks and get out of here."

"Quack, it's true that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed. I vaguely remember that the last time I ate a soul of this level was more than ten years ago."

I saw that the void twisted irregularly, and a man with half of his face cut off appeared, who else could it be if it wasn't the male ghost who escaped Li Xiang's detection.

The white-haired man glanced at the male ghost, and found that he couldn't see through the other's cultivation. He was shocked and shouted: "Old Guo, Tianjie, run."

But as soon as he moved his feet, he found that the scene he was in had completely changed.

They came to a closed room, where they no longer stepped on some damp soil, but a dark wooden floor; the hole above the head also disappeared, replaced by bright chandeliers.

He took a few steps back, stood next to the muscular middle-aged man, and reminded: "Old Guo, this is an illusion, stick to your mind."

The muscular middle-aged man nodded solemnly, "Old Wang, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

The white-haired man shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice, "The most important thing now is to escape first."

The male ghost waved his hand and said with a contemptuous smile: "Escape? Just rely on the two of you? Stop thinking about it and accept your fate."

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and swipe a few times in the air.

The next moment, I saw bright red blood rushing out like a flood that opened the gate on the ground.

The muscular middle-aged man and the white-haired man were startled, and immediately stood up in the air.

The muscular middle-aged man had a stern face, determination in his eyes, and a low voice, "Old Wang, I will hold him back for a while, you find a chance to break through the illusion and leave."

"Let's go together."

The white-haired man spoke firmly.

"Why?"

The muscular middle-aged man glanced at his friend, gritted his teeth and sighed.

"Back then in Yandang Mountain, you tried your best to save my life. If you really die today, I will pay you back."

The white-haired man smiled easily.

As he spoke, he leaned the piccolo in his hand to his mouth, and the thick and melodious sound of the flute sounded, followed by passionate notes jumping out one by one.

Seeing that his friend had already launched an attack, the muscular middle-aged man froze, clenched his right fist, and rushed towards the male ghost. On the way, he blasted out with a domineering and fierce cracking fist.

In an instant, the punch surged like a broken bamboo.

The male ghost twitched his mouth and snorted softly, "Such a petty skill, you dare to use an ax in front of this deity."

As soon as the words fell, he saw a slight push with his right hand.

In an instant, a blood-colored palm shot out, quickly meeting the attack of the muscular middle-aged man.

"Crack!"

The bloody palm shadow smashed through the muscular middle-aged fist shadow, and pressed it on his chest.

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the muscular middle-aged figure couldn't control himself and shot backwards.

Just at this moment, agile musical notes have come to the male ghost.

The male ghost glanced at him, shook his head contemptuously, and followed, only to see his lips parted, and he let out a breath of black air casually.

The black air seemed to have become conscious, and soon split into a dozen or so groups of the same size.

"go."

As the male ghost spat out a single word, clouds of black air trembled violently like sharks that smelled blood, and then each stared at a note, chasing away, seemingly slowly but really fast.

Seeing this, the white-haired man frowned, and his playing speed increased by three points.

(End of this chapter)