In a dim space, a flame swayed slightly, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

The flames reflected a figure holding a hoe and constantly smashing the stone wall. The shadows of the figures were dragged into various shapes as the flames swayed.

"bite……"

"bite……"

"bite……"

...

The figure kept beating a corner of the stone wall, and seemed to never know how tired. On that corner, a piece of blue and white jade was covered with a milky white glow.

"It's almost...it's almost...it's almost..."

The figure was covered with a broken black cloak. The eyes under the cloak were flashing with a strange red light, and with a hint of greed, he stared at the jade that was about to be mined by him.

It was just the last hoe. Seeing that it was about to succeed, suddenly, a loud "double" sound came from the top of its head, as if something had fallen heavily there.

It was stunned for a moment, but quickly swung its hoe and beat it to the last time.

"Clang—"

But when this fall, what came was not a familiar sound, nor a familiar touch, nor a familiar after-action.

The jade silk was still moving, but the hammer head flew backwards and bounced back on it, smashing it back a lot with a "broad-blowing" sound, and black smoke rose all over its body.

"How could this happen?" An ugly sound came from under its cloak. It looked at the jade in disbelief and saw that there was no strangeness there, but the jade that should have been knocked down grew firmly there as if it had grown roots.

It was about to hoe again, but found that the hoe in its hand had broken.

It looked at the broken hoe like a ghost, its voice full of shock and disbelief, "It's impossible, just digging a piece of 'true crystal thunder marrow', how could it break?"

It was a little confused. Although the hoe was ordinary, it actually had a great background. It was the adult who personally gave it to it to dig the true crystal thunder marrow.

It never expected that the hoe would break, and the changes in things exceeded its expectations, making it unable to continue digging.

But the location of the Abyss Thunder Pool in the Fourth Xuantian is strangely changing, and it is too lucky to find it... The opportunity is so rare, it is really unwilling to give up this true crystal thunder marrow, and can only stay here, holding the broken hoe and continue to think of a solution.

In fact, its physique does not allow it to use any tool other than a hoe to dig out the true crystal thunder marrow, otherwise it will easily attract the attention of the Abyss Thunder Pool, reduce the power of thunder, and endanger its own life.

In the end, there was no way it could do so, so I had no choice but to give up.

"It's quite a pity, just give up." Just as it gave up, a faint sound suddenly sounded, scaring it to death, and a lot of black gas emerged from its body.

It suddenly looked at the source of the sound, and saw a young man in white sitting on a stone step, looking at it lightly.

The person who comes is naturally Chu Tianming.

"Living?" it muttered, and then its eyes flashed red, "It's interesting...it's easier to have a living person..."

"It's easy!" It screamed excitedly, and at the same time, it floated to Chu Tianming's face with a "huh", which was faster than the ghost. After it arrived, a rotten bone palm was poked out in its black robe and grabbed Chu Tianming's throat, trying to directly pinch him.

As the bone palm approached, Chu Tianming took out the Guihao pen calmly and scratched a trace of ink.

Mohen emanated from the sky, and exuded a breath that made the black robe feel a little depressed. In amazement, it was slightly stunned.

However, before it could stop, the ink marks imprinted in the void had sensed its existence and immediately ejaculated like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

Seeing the ink hatch coming, although it was a little surprised, its momentum remained unchanged. "On the side!"

It tried to break the Mohen with one palm and directly grab Chu Tianming, but Mohen entangled it with thunder as soon as it touched it.

As soon as the ink scars stained its body, it immediately made a "hissing" sound like water pouring on the fire, causing it to emit thick black smoke.

"Ahhhh-what the hell is this!" The black robe figure immediately stopped and let out a miserable howl.

Chu Tianming picked up the pen and Mohen suddenly turned into a cage, imprisoning the black robe figure in it.

The black robe figure immediately made a terrifying roar, and black mist was spewing all over his body, jumping up and down in the cage like a cuttlefish. However, as soon as the black mist touched the cage, it immediately evaporated into white smoke. Once it touched the cage, part of it would evaporate like black mist.

"The pen made of Guihao's hair in Nanli is more restrained against ghosts than the power of light." Chu Tianming flexibly turned the Guihao pen and said lightly.

This ghost pen was given by the Nanshan corpse hunter, and has been used by Chu Tianming to write and practice. Even Xiaoyin didn't know that it had such power to ghosts.

Chu Tianming glanced at the true crystal thunder marrow indifferently and said to himself: "Fortunately, I didn't waste time on the demon sword cultivator, otherwise I might not have had time to come here."

"Who are you? Who are you!" The black robe roared in the cage, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not shake a single penny of the cage, and it did not even dare to have any direct contact with the cage.

Chu Tianming clapped his hands, walked to the cage, and looked at the black robe figure.

He stared at the black robe figure, as if he could see a flower.

After a long time, he frowned slightly and raised his hand to penetrate the cage.

Seeing this, the black robe figure couldn't help but feel happy, "The little devil seeks death!"

It immediately grabbed Chu Tianming's hand with thunder, trying to capture him, but when it grabbed Chu Tianming, endless black light suddenly burst out from Chu Tianming's hand.

The black robe figure was shocked because the black light emitted a dark aura that made it feel surrendered. It seemed that at this moment, Chu Tianming was no longer a person, but an eternal darkness, the greatest dark monarch in the abyss.

"You...who are you?" Under the black robe, it was panicked and trembling, "Great, please spare me!"

Chu Tianming didn't say a word, he stretched into the black robe with a palm, and the black light in his hand also pressed against the head of the black robe figure.

Under the black robe was a semi-decaying skull. A strange red light shone in the hole of the skull's eyes, but the red light was trembling at this moment, as if it showed its fear like a tide.

Chu Tianming closed his eyes and deduced it in his heart.

Suddenly, the environment around him changed, turning into endless darkness. In the darkness, someone sat upright and placed a burning red furnace in front of the man.

In the darkness, there were the wailing sounds of the world, and the breath of disaster turned into a fire in the furnace and cauldron. In that cauldron, it seemed that something evil was being nurtured.
Chapter completed!