It must not fall down, absolutely not!

Lin Meng looked around in the darkness and quickly thought about how to save himself. If he let him fall like this, he would be lifeless!

If there was a living saint below, I wouldn't be very scared. No matter which saint it was, as long as it was not the one with all nature, I had the backstage of the master and the scales given by Lao Long's peerless saint, it would be easy to talk to.

But if a dead saint is different, the dead will not speak, and they will not care about what kind of backer you have and how much face you have.

The strong Taoist rhyme emitted from the saint's corpse will be affected even if the master of Xuanwu realm is directly assimilated by this rhyme, so that the soul turns into the Tao, immersed in the Taoist rhyme, and cannot extricate itself, and the mind and body are exhausted and die.

Lin Meng knew that he would not be assimilated by Daoyun, because his soul level was far inferior to that of the masters in Xuanwu realm, and he did not even have the qualification to be assimilated. He would be shaken by the powerful Daoyun on the saint's corpse and his soul was scattered, leaving only his body.

Lin Meng decided not to fall down and face the saint's unreserved and unrestrained saint's Taoist rhyme.

And as long as you can never die so quickly, there will definitely be a chance to see the light of day again later!

There is no way out!

Lin Meng gritted his teeth. This was the only spiritual pillar in his heart now.

Lin Meng looked around and saw that he was falling rapidly, as if he was being pulled down by an irresistible big hand. He looked up and couldn't see the sky, and looked down and couldn't see the ground. It was only pitch black. Lin Meng didn't know how many feet he had fallen so far.

Lin Meng’s only hope now is the moving thousands of mountains behind him, which is the fourth most famous sword in the world. The sword intent on it is even more mysterious, and it can almost be comparable to the saint realm, and it is also an extremely powerful existence among the sub-saints.

Lin Meng hoped that this sword could withstand the erosion of the yin energy here and not break, so that he would hang on the wall of the abyss in order to seek subsequent opportunities.

Lin Meng followed the pulling force and tried hard to lean on the abyss wall. After his hands could pass through the cold and bone-blooded yin energy and touch the hard wall, Lin Meng decisively pulled out the moving mountains behind him and stabbed towards the abyss wall.

But under this thorn, Qianshan and Yuanwa made a sound like a symphony of gold and stone, and it didn't even pierce in!

Lin Meng's face was gloomy and thought of the problem. This abyss wall has been eroded by the most pure yin energy in the world for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Some ordinary rocks that cannot withstand this yin energy are shattered in the process.

What remains is the purest stone mother, just like the iron core iron mother, which is more than ten times stronger than ordinary iron stone. This stone mother is also the essence of stone.

The Shi mother withstood the erosion of this yin energy and can absorb the yin energy in it at the same time, and generate it with the yin energy, and use the power of the yin energy to enhance its own hardness.

Under the erosion of countless years of Yin Qi, these stone mothers have been strengthened to the world's first-class strength. This material, even if it is taken out from this abyss, will be the treasure material for casting weapons that the people in the martial arts world are scrambling to grab.

But Lin Meng is not at the moment thinking about how much wealth the endless Shi Mother, who was strengthened by Yin Qi, is worth in this great abyss, just thinking that she cannot fall like this.

Since ordinary pricks are not good, then use the killer move!

Lin Meng made up his heart, not afraid of disturbing the saint's corpse below. No one saw it in this abyss. Without reservation, he used the most powerful method he created a thousand years ago, and the dragon destroyed it!

A gray-white dragon floated up from Lin Meng's sword, and roared and hit the hard abyss wall with the sword.

There was only a loud bang, and the Dayuan did not shake at all, and the sword was inserted into the hard abyss wall!

Lin Meng specially used this move from top to bottom to form an angle between the thousands of mountains and the abyss walls, so that his body will not fall.

But when Lin Meng saw it, he frowned. It was indeed pierced and dragged his body down, but the depth was only half a finger.

My move that ranked first in the unique skills list a thousand years ago, and used magic weapons like Qianshan to display them. Even if my cultivation is a little bit worse, I can only have half a finger depth?

Lin Meng was a little dissatisfied with this result and lamented the hardness of the abyss wall, but he didn't have time to complain so much.

The more the big abyss pulled down, the more pressure the greater the pressure. Lin Meng only felt his bones and muscles wailing, as if he was about to break.

The sword was inserted from top to bottom into the abyss wall. Lin Meng knew that he could not hold the sword by hand in the abyss, so he sat on the hilt of the sword as soon as possible, but he still felt a huge pressure, as if he was about to press himself into a meat pie.

Lin Meng gritted his teeth and lay down on the sword body and hilt of Xing Qianshan, and his legs were also stretched on the hilt of the sword, trying to relieve some of the pressure and pain on his body and to bear the pressure by Xing Qianshan.

Moving Thousand Mountains is worthy of being the fourth most famous sword in the world. Lin Meng was carrying Lin Meng with a mission to withstand the huge pressure of this abyss. Lin Meng also took this opportunity to breathe and lay on the sword in a very indecent posture, turning his mind quickly and thinking about the way to escape.

This move of thousands of mountains is a fulfilling mission, but Lin Meng can't do it anymore.

Less than a quarter of an hour, before Lin Meng could figure out a solution, he felt a biting cold coming from the mountains penetrate deep into his limbs, bones and internal organs, as if he wanted to freeze his whole body.

Linmon immediately looked bitter and shouted in his heart that I was dead!

The further down the abyss, the more serious the yin energy on the abyss wall. At this time, this massive amount of yin energy continues to wash away the thousands of mountains. Moving thousands of mountains is a dead object and is unmoved.

However, a large amount of yin energy was transmitted to Lin Meng along the thousands of mountains. With Lin Meng's cultivation level just now, it was okay to resist the yin energy outside the abyss, but if he wanted to resist the yin energy deep in the abyss, he was not as strong as possible.

Lin Meng felt bitter in his heart. He calculated that even if he tried his best to use his entire body to fuel to resist the erosion of the yin energy deep in the abyss, he would only take two more breaths.

After two breaths, although I will not be shaken to death by the corpse of the saint below, I will also be wiped out by the massive amount of yin energy and frozen the bloodline, and freeze to death here.

There is no choice, I can only take one step at a time.

Lin Meng smiled bitterly, pulled out the Moving Mountain that he had finally inserted into the abyss wall, and flew into the abyss.

I have no means to resist the yin energy, but if it is the corpse of a saint, there may be a glimmer of opportunity.

Lin Meng's current hope is placed on the golden scales of luck that Lao Long gave him.

Lao Long said that this golden scale would block a killing disaster for him. Lin Meng believed it deeply that the saint's golden mouth could not be fake.

If the yin energy is eroded, Lin Meng is not sure that the golden scales of luck will react. After all, that is not a big attack and killing disaster.

But if the Taoist rhyme emitted from the saint's corpse suppressed, Lin Meng still felt that there was a hint of luck and golden scales that might react. After all, both are belonged to the saint, and they might react to the saint.

Lin Meng waited quietly to land at the bottom of the abyss, but he didn't know how long he had fallen before he saw a gray white light flashing.

It's coming soon!

Lin Meng was shocked, and his little heart was beating in a bad mood again.

That is the corpse of a saint! Something more dangerous than a living saint!

Sometimes the living are more dangerous than dead people because they are hard to predict. But sometimes dead people are more dangerous than living people because they cannot speak or have no mind, will not reason with you, and will talk about human feelings and face. If there is danger, there is no chance or means to take advantage of them.
Chapter completed!