When we arrived near the golden beam of light, the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth gradually disappeared. It was not surprising that this was just a strange phenomenon, not the sun, and it was impossible to shine for ten days and half a month.

Ning Chen looked at the big crack on the ground and frowned again and again, and he really had no interest in going on.

He came to hunt for treasures, not to seek death. With such a big crack, even if there is treasure, he will have no life to go back.

Ning Chen wanted to leave, but the little white horse held Ning Chen's sleeve and refused to let go.

"Where do you have such great curiosity when you are a horse?"

Ning Chen frowned and scolded, "This guy is becoming more and more humane, but you are a horse, and humane is useful."

However, no matter how Ning Chen scolded him, the little white horse still refused to let go, and even dragged Ning Chen into the crack little by little.

Have you ever seen a person who bullies a disabled person? Ning Chen has seen many people, but this is the first time he has seen a horse who bullies a disabled person!

"Really want to go?"

Ning Chen felt angry and said impatiently.

"Huff"

A whimper sound came from the little white horse's throat, showing his attitude.

"Then go"

Ning Chen replied, it was not afraid of a horse, what else did he fear?

The crack was very steep and looked very deep. Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword and inserted it into the soil frozen in the cold winter with a grunt. He immediately untied the reins on the little white horse's head and tied it to a wheelchair along his waist and abdomen.

Then, Ning Chen and the little white horse in the wheelchair jumped out of the crack calmly.

Who is the most terrifying person in the world?

It’s not arrogant, it’s not stupid, it’s life-desperate!

Now Ning Chen and the little white horse have obviously surpassed Heng and Leng directly, and have risen directly to death.

After jumping off the crack, Ning Chen held the ink sword and waited until it fell about one foot, and suddenly inserted the ink sword into the frozen soil of the crack.

"Crazy"

The ink sword drew a half-foot-long fan shape and then stabilized. For a moment, the dust was flying and scattered everywhere.

Below, the pony was hanging under a wheelchair, playing a swing, and its body was covered with blood marks on the reins.

"It's time for you to lose weight"

Ning Chen said annoyedly, he actually followed this beast to make trouble, and his mind was so idle.

The little white horse suffered a lot, tied to the waist and abdomen with the reins, but was stubborn and did not make a sound. This was very similar to someone. When he got twitched, he was even more stubborn than a donkey.

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword, his body fell down suddenly, and then a hatchet was inserted into the frozen soil.

This time, Ning Chen miscalculated. The place where he had been bent by the old eunuch was twisted again. Then, the hatchet was bent into a strange arc, like a broken twist.

Then, one man and one horse could not stop falling and continued to fall.

"It's really cheap but not good"

Ning Chen threw away the hatchet and complained to the Academy Road. Then Mo Jian relayed again.

In this way, I don’t know how long it took to struggle, but each man and horse finally fell to the bottom of the crack. Ning Chen was covered in mud, and the horse hair on the little white horse was also stripped off a lot of it by the reins.

The phoenix that has shed hair is not as good as a chicken, and the white horse that has shed hair is not as good as a donkey. The handsome little white horse that just now looks like it has just been cooked and plucked.

"What did you say we did?"

In the black and black cracks, Ning Chen and the little white horse stared at each other with great discomfort.

"Huff"

The little white horse responded dissatisfiedly, turned around and wanted to leave, but hit the stone wall, making the horse's mouth full of pain.

"Should"

Ning Chen took out a fire note from his body, blew it, followed the fire, ignored the little white horse, and walked towards the only road ahead.

The road is long, very long, and endless. Ning Chen is a little annoyed and tired of walking, and his attitude towards the little white horse is even worse.

The little white horse dared not resist too much. If you make a splash, it means you are dissatisfied, but you are suppressed by a more violent storm.

About half an hour later, when the fire broker was almost over, Ning Chen finally saw a ray of light ahead.

Each man and his horse were excited, and they accelerated. When they arrived in front of the light, Ning Chen took the ink sword and split the cave sky blocked by the rock and soil with one sword.

With a bang, the rock and soil collapsed, and the sight of the sight instantly shocked two big eyes.

It is hard to describe in front of you, and you just think of the meridians in a person's body, with corridors everywhere, and the blood-red soil is very different from the previous rock and soil. It looks yin and even terrible.

"We won't go to hell, right?"

Ning Chen looked at the dark red world in front of him, turned his head and asked with difficulty.

"Huff"

The little white horse answered, but it was also obvious from the expression of the horse's face that the horse was shocked now.

"Continue to go"

Ning Chen gritted his teeth and was afraid that he would be afraid of it. He died of a person and a bird that could not die for tens of thousands of years.

There are many ways ahead, Ning Chen doesn't care about anything, just choose the largest, widest, and brightest one. Anyway, I don't know what is ahead, so it's no different to him which path to choose.

The little white horse has no opinion. It will follow the path that Ning Chen takes.

Two moments later, one man and one horse walked back.

Therefore, there is a dead end ahead, and there is nothing...

"Which one should I choose, you say"

Ning Chen looked at the remaining roads and gritted his teeth.

The little white horse hesitated and wandered in front of each road for a while, and finally chose the smallest, narrowest and darkest road.

"Are you sure?"

Ning Chen asked reluctantly.

"Huff"

The little white horse responded.

"Listen to you once"

Ning Chenxin leaned forward and turned his wheelchair toward the small corridor in front of him.

A quarter of an hour later, one man and one horse came back...

Ning Chen had a dark face and wanted to roast the little white horse on the spot.

There were seven roads left, and Ning Chen didn't know how to choose. He glanced at the ink sword in his hand, stood on the ground, and then the ink sword fell down.

"Just this one"

Ning Chen pointed to the direction the hilt of the Mo Jian sword, and decided without hesitation.

On the side, the little white horse grunted gently, expressing dissatisfaction with Ning Chen's extremely casual attitude.

"If you have the ability, don't follow me."

Ning Chen glanced sideways at the little white horse and said with contempt.

The little white horse stopped saying a word and followed honestly.

Facts proved that Ning Chen's random choice was correct. After about half an hour of walking, the scene in front of him changed again.

A river, a very wide river, the dark yellow river water, with bubbles and even a faint smell of fishy smell.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and he remembered a legend in his previous life, where a river mentioned was very similar to this.

Rumor is that there is a river that lies in the underworld before the underworld, named Ruoshui.

The weak water is three thousand, and it is not difficult to die.

“We’re in trouble”

Ning Chen casually pulled down a hair and threw it into the water. He saw that his hair was drifting and slowly sank into the water, without any slight swelling.

Seeing this scene, the little white horse was obviously shocked, and the horse's hooves unconsciously took two steps back, far away from the weak water.

Ning Chen sneered at this. He believed that the river would definitely be able to cross it, but he had not thought of a way.

It is rumored that there is a bottomless wooden boat in the weak water, which is the only thing that can cross the weak water, but I don’t know whether the rumor is true or false.

Many legends in the past life have become reality in this world, such as bull heads and horse faces, black and white impermanence, and even weak water. Ning Chen believes that even if there is a bottomless ship, it is not uncommon.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and walked by the riverside. Suddenly, he paused and saw the legendary thing again.

Flowers of the Yellow Spring.

The legendary flower that grows at the bottom of the weak water can be immortal after taking it, but after taking it, the body will gradually rot and turn into an immortal state. Therefore, the Huangquan flower is also a kind of poisonous flower.

Ning Chen looked at it for a long time, but he didn't dare to pick it. In this weak water, no one could guarantee his life. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die.
To be continued...