The stone pillars are continuous, with different distances. Some are far away and need to jump over hard. If they are not accurate, they have to fall down.

I don’t know how deep the bottom of the stone pillar is, but looking down there is endless darkness.

Jumping out of the cliff, the four of them carefully stepped on the stone pillars, approaching the other side step by step. From a distance, it looked like walking on the edge of a cliff, extremely thrilling.

Fortunately, the stone pillar is very stable. Although it is slender and stretched out from the ground, it is very strong and enough to carry a person's weight.

When I walked halfway through the stone bridge, Chang Sheng stopped and planned to leave the alcohol lamp at his feet, which made it much more convenient to go back and forth.

When he turned around, before he could put down the alcohol lamp, the stone pillar under his feet suddenly shook, and the alcohol lamp in Chang Sheng's hand fell out and fell into the dark underground.

Without caring about the alcohol lamp, Chang Sheng hurriedly jumped to the stone pillar in front, and the stone pillar behind him shook for a while and gradually stopped moving.

Very dangerous...

Chang Sheng applied cold sweat, and the falling alcohol lamp fell to the ground, shattered and burned a flame.

Because the distance is too far, the flame burning by the alcohol lamp is only the size of a flame. With the appearance of the flame, you can vaguely see some ups and downs in the depths of the ground.

The huge shadow was like a palace, and I couldn't see it clearly. When Changsheng rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, the flames of the alcohol lamp had already been extinguished.

"A underground palace, is it a mausoleum?"

He said suspiciously that Chang Sheng put an alcohol lamp on an unstable stone pillar again. The three people in front had already arrived on the other side and were cheering, so he hurriedly chased after him.

"Fonthorn rice! It's really fonthorn rice!"

"So many! I'm afraid I can't get two or three thousand kilograms! I've got rich haha!"

"It's worth at least two or three hundred spirit stones! It's indeed a fortune!"

On the other side of the cliff is a large natural stone platform with mountainous rice piled on it, which is much more than you can see from the other side.

When Wang Wu and the other three confirmed that it was the juicy rice, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

After the joy, there was a brief silence. Guo Chen and Pang Feng got closer to each other, while Wang Wuming took two steps in the direction of Chang Sheng.

A hint of hostility filled the darkness, and a murderous intent flashed deep in the eyes of Guo Chen and Pang Feng.

If you take so many passion rice alone, either side will gain doubled. Especially Guo Chen and Pang Feng have the cultivation level of the middle stage of Qi Refining, while Wang Wuming has a stick in the early stage of Qi Refining.

Although it is the Alliance of Seven Kingdoms, the situation in Lingbei is not actually peaceful.

The seven major sects are called brothers on the surface, but if they really reach a stake, the method of stabbing the knife in the back is not unusual at all.

Just in response to the saying that people died for money, Guo Chen and Pang Feng were determined to kill at this time.

Especially in this dark underground, killing two Qi-refining disciples of Qianyun Sect, as long as they deal with the corpses, they will be able to see them without anyone knowing it.

"Is this rice delicious? Go back and try it."

Crazy, Crazy, Chang Sheng looked at Qianxiangmi and said to himself. He grabbed a handful of millet and rubbed it with a handful of white rice.

Guo Chen was slightly surprised by his random actions.

Not to mention anything else, the strength of the hand that can be smashed and beaten is amazing enough.

It seems not a fuel-saving lamp...

Putting down his mind on his hands, Guo Chen pulled out the bag and started to fill the rice. While filling, he said to Wang Wuming: "Since it is equal, how much you can take out, you can rely on your ability."

Wang Wuming was still on guard and nodded and began to collect the femur rice.

Crazy, crazy.

The sound of fragrant rice entering the bag was endless. Changsheng had no bags. Just when he was about to wrap it in a Taoist robe, he suddenly found that the rice above his head began to roll down.

Hurry, Hurry!

The rice rolling down became more and more, and finally it was like rain. This strange thing made several people stop and retreat.

Hum!!!
Chapter completed!