Though he had cursed Chu Feikong a thousand times in his heart, Qing Chen did not dare slacken in the slightest. Instead, he pushed his escape speed even harder.
He understood that the closer he came to that tempting "fruit," the more murderous threats lurked on every side.
It was just like a honey trap: enticing on the surface, but concealing murderous intent beneath.
Never mind that she had stripped-there were actually five burly men hiding in the room, waiting for you.
Thus, Qing Chen fully extended his Demon Seed spiritual sense, carefully probing every inch of rock and earth around him.
At last, when Qing Chen descended to an unbelievable depth, he stopped.
The surrounding darkness seemed to have congealed into substance, and the aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood had grown so dense that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Horrified, Qing Chen could not help sucking in a cold breath. "Good heavens, this Chu Feikong really did dig more than a li deep!
"Has that damned bastard been digging for two and a half years?! Even a False Core cultivator's Divine Sense couldn't probe this far underground!"
Qing Chen was shaken. This was certainly no benign place.
He therefore took out an upper grade first tier Earth-Escaping Talisman and gripped it tightly, ready for an emergency.
Under the influence of some unknown force, the surrounding rock and earth had become unusually hard and carried a strange odor, as though even the air had solidified.
Qing Chen drew a deep breath, his Demon Seed spiritual sense spreading outward like fine threads.
Just then, his Divine Sense touched something strange.
The fluctuations there were unusually powerful, yet concealed beneath an invisible force, as though hiding some unknown secret.
This is the place.
Qing Chen thought to