In the cave that was as connected as a beehive, a sound came from a distant place. The sound seemed to be chanting and could not hear the specific content clearly.

Ning looked at the gray-white liquid-like lights shaking in the caves for a long time, not sure what they were and where they came from.

"What is that?" Xue Yujun suddenly screamed strangely.

Ning Changjiu looked over the right side of his waist and found a deeper area on the right.

The whole space is like a tree, with branches extending from the canopy growing densely, while the trunk is a dark corridor. The corridor is not spacious, and the walls on both sides seem to be crawling by a big snake, full of linear marks scratched by scales. At the end of the corridor, there seems to be something staring at it in the deep darkness.

Ning Changjiu didn't walk into the corridor immediately. He walked to the side, opened his sword's eyes, and looked into the caves.

Fortunately for him, this space is not like that hourglass world now. There seems to be no restrictions on Taoism here, and all his Taoist techniques can be used as usual.

He looked at it carefully for a while, but he could not see anything other than the grayish white ones.

Ning Changjiu withdrew his gaze, cut off a small strand of his sleeve with his finger sword, and leaned in.

"It seems like something is eating it!" The spirit of the Sword Sutra exclaimed.

Ning Changjiu's lips were pursed little by little, and he watched helplessly as the sleeves were corroded and broken down little by little in the gray cave, and finally there was only a corner that was still pinched between his fingers.

Ning Changjiu said: "This is the same as the original hourglass world, and there is the law of time."

The spirit of the Sword Sutra remembered the tragic situation of Jiuying's corpse and said in confusion: "Then why are you okay?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe I have a divine character that can compete with time?"

The spiritual path of the Sword Sutra: "The world is called the world in all directions, and from ancient times to the present, it is called the universe. The universe represents the sky, and the universe represents the time. They are all one of the two most supreme authority in the world. What kind of power can counter their existence?"

Ning Changjiu subconsciously glanced at the black branch pinching between his hands.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra frowned and said, "This dark thing is not a magical weapon, right? If others say it, I definitely don't believe it, but since it appears on you, it may be something amazing."

Xue Yu Jun also echoed: "I guess this is Mr. Ning's authority. Now he has fallen into the world and has lost his lust."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "Well, it should be the authority of the Sun God. Legend has it that there are ten prime ministers in the sun, and that king seems to be missing."

Xue Yujun shook his head and said, "I don't think it's possible. I think Mr. Ning may be reincarnated by this great god who is in charge of the law of 'Zodiac' and now he happens to be back in his own cemetery. Otherwise, how could he last forever along the way?"

Ning Changjiu knew that he was not a reincarnation of a great god at all, but just an unknown seven disciple. He was better than him at the time, and there were six other masters who had only met before...

Ning Long jumped into this seemingly indestructible branch little by little.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra and the Blood Feather Lord also held their breath and stared at the gray and tumbling space.

After a long time, Ning Changjiu pulled out the branches, stared carefully, and touched the upper end with his fingers carefully, but no trace of corrosion was found.

"It's true!" The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sincerely exclaimed: "I think my body is also an ordinary ancient book. It seems that the artifact cannot be seen, and it is true that it is true that it is not fake."

Ning Changjiu glanced at the dead branches with his sword eyes and said uncertainly: "Is this really the case?"

Ning thought for a long time, threw the dead branch aside and slowly stretched his fingers into it.

Xue Yujun said: "Mr. Ning, you must not be unwilling to think about your three lives!"

Of course, Ning Changjiu didn't dare to take too bold adventures. He just asked a small piece of nail to touch it, and then took it back after a moment.

Sure enough, when he didn't hold the branch on his body, he seemed to have lost some protection, and the edges of his nails were instantly corroded.

Ning Changjiu quickly picked up the branch.

"It turns out that it is not that Mr. Ning is born with divine power, but that this broken branch is showing its power?" Xue Yujun was amazed.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra also asked: "What is its origin?"

Ning stared at it for a long time and involuntarily recalled that it covered the moonlight, and pierced into his chest like a magical sword. On the other end of the dead branches, the shadow of the dream-like beauty swayed in the wind.

This was when he fought with the snow fox who possessed Ning Xiaoling, and after creating an incomprehensible virtual realm, he had a spiritual connection and directly pulled out from the space in front of him.

This should be what the master left in my body after he killed me.

But what was her intention to do this?

Ning turned the dead branch that could not instill spiritual power for a long time, and suddenly looked shocked and said, "It... seems a little different."

"Different? What's the difference?" Xue Yujun lit up its cross-eye and looked at it seriously.

Ning Changjiu said: "It... seems to have become brighter?"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra also stared at it. At first, there was no clue, but after hearing Ning Longjiu say this, he felt that it was a little brighter.

Ning Changjiu had a guess in his heart. He stuck the dead branch into the gray and white cave again. This time he stayed for a long time.

When the dead branches are pulled out, the upper end of the dead branches is obviously shining with a pale white and lustrous light.

The spirit of the Sword Sutra exclaimed: "It can absorb time..."

Ning long threw away the time residue at the tip of the dead branch, and reexamined it, and found that this time the dead branch had become much more lustery with the naked eye. If it were longer, the dead branch might have been burned red like an iron rod in the furnace. However, at that time he was not sure whether his hands could still hold the dead branch safely.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra encouraged him: "What are you waiting for? Throw it in for a while and see where its limit is!"

Ning Changjiu had this idea too.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the deep corridor.

"It seems like there is a voice." Ning Changjiu said.

Xue Yujun also said: "It seems... it's the voice of a little girl."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said: "Maybe it was the temptation of the evil demon. The road was so dark that there was no good thing hidden inside. I would rather kill the demon than sharpen his weapon first! Fill the dead branches first!"

Ning Changjiu felt that it made sense, so he put the dead branches into it and flipped his fingers gently.

After a while, he looked at the corridor again: "She seems to be calling for help."

"Call for help? Are you stupid about women? How can someone in such a place be? It must be evil and filthy." The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said with confidence.

Ning Changjiu could not confirm, and then he felt a little burning sensation on his hands.

"It's over." Ning Changjiu said, pulling out the dead branches, looking at the luster of the tip, and saying, "It will be counterproductive if you absorb it again."

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the corridor.

This is the only exit here.

"Excuse! You must be because you heard the little girl's cry for help, and you couldn't help but want to go and see it." The Spirit of the Sword Sutra said.

Xue Yujun was also worried and said, "Mr. Ning, be careful, don't let your highness be a widow."

Ning Changjiu was not because of the sound coming from there, but because this was the only way.

He walked to the end of the dark corridor and finally knew what was staring at him.

At the end of the corridor is a stone wall, and a huge statue of god is inlaid in the stone wall. Ning Changjiu drove his sword a little higher, and finally saw the full picture of the statue clearly.

It was a huge monster wearing an imperial robe. The dragon robe looked like a broken flag. It was not a real dragon, but a big python holding a candle. The fingers extending from the big sleeves were like black tree whiskers. Behind it, the throne looked like black crystals and blades, blooming in scallop shape.

The most important thing is that this monster in the imperial robe has no head!

"Headless God?!" Ning blurted out for a long time.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra says: "The legendary headless god was cut off his head, but from this mural, is it said that the god was born without a head?"

Ning Changjiu guessed: "Did we accidentally break into his kingdom of gods?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra: "The practitioners above the five paths have the opportunity to enter and exit the Kingdom of God. After all, the Lord of the Kingdom of God is the Lord God who guards the world, and generally there will be no restrictions on this matter... If we are really the Lord of the Kingdom, we will leave at that time."

Ning Changjiu said: "What if it is an evil god?"

There was a moment of silence around.

After he said this, the statue of the god on the mural seemed to have grown eyes and stared at him through the dark fog.

Ning Changjiu immediately removed his gaze.

Another sound came from behind the mural.

It's like a girl's cry.

Ning long followed the sound and searched for the past, and then at the top of the headless god, he saw a protruding stone trough. The back of the stone trough was connected to a terrifying head like Shura Yasha, and the stone trough looked like its tongue.

There was a row of words engraved on the top of Yasha's head. This word was not a vague ancient Chinese. Ning read it twice for a long time and recognized it: "Use his blood to summon my soul?"

Blood?

Ning long remembered the scenes of the souls going crazy after seeing blood in the hourglass world, thinking that blood has a special effect here?

He hesitated for a moment, cut his palm, clasped his four fingers together, blood dripped down, and then flowed into the stone trough.

After a while, the entire mural made a rumbling sound.

The stone trough retracted the head, and then the entire head cracked from the middle, revealing a deep corridor, with a faint light of water shaking in the corridor.

There is only one way in front of him, and he cannot make any choice.

I would rather look at the purple palace for a long time and find that the golden crow is still sleeping, otherwise I could let it out and explore the way.

There were intermittent sounds coming from the front, and the language was vague and he couldn't quite understand them, but in this environment, having human voices was also a great comfort to the psychology.

Ning Changjiu still walked over.

He placed the iron branch in front of him, fearing that the stone path that unfolded between his head would suddenly close.

He walked across the stone path and everything was safe and sound.
To be continued...