After the anger has passed, it is reality.

Regardless of whether or not God warned this "phantom", she couldn't easily let Ling Luoyu die.

Because she is dead, the demons will definitely not give up.

Even if he didn't tell the story of the year, and just let out the wind, saying that Ling Luoyu was poisoned by her, Mo Xuanchen would not spare her.

At that time, there is really no way out.

While there is still a glimmer of life, she must try hard.

"Ling Luoyu, I will try my best to save you... But whether you can save you depends on your luck!"

Determined, she drove the car around and headed west.

"boom"

Feng Chenglin knocked his head on the iron wall and woke up instantly.

"Why did I snooze?!"

Fatty Feng can't remember how long he hasn't slept.

He has been looking for a way to leave the iron barrel, and has been groping for those gaps.

I don't know how long I have fumbled, I don't know how many naps, or even how long the time has passed.

Groping for the organ is the only way for him to leave here, even if there is no hope, it is better than vague.

Rubbing his eyes, he instinctively continued to trace the crack.

Only this time, there was a flash of light in his head, no longer fumbled for the cracks, but lightly tapped the place where his head hit just now with his fingertips.

I don't know what, the "boom" sound just now seemed a bit ethereal.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fatty Feng continued to beat his surroundings until he saw a stick of incense before sitting down with sweat.

"Sure enough!"

In the previous tapping, although the sounds sounded roughly the same, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the difference.

Where he knocked his head, the voice was a little more hollow than the surroundings.

Looking for a central point of vocalization, Fatty Feng found the center of gravity and kicked it over.

"Boom!"

Sui Rang had already prepared, but this time, the loud voice still almost deafened his ears.

His blood was surging, and he spewed a mouthful of blood instantly.

"Fuck..."

A person with a lower level of cultivation is estimated to be able to rupture blood vessels directly.

Wu Shengji's contempt also came into his ears: "Tsk tusk tusk... You said you are so unbelievable?! Haven't I already told you a way to leave? But why don't you listen?! Let me tell you, there is no other way to leave except the way I told you..."

"Fuck your uncle..."

Feng Chenglin scolded and wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and sat down crookedly.

If he continues to fight with brute force, it is estimated that the iron bucket hasn't exploded, and he will die first!

Looking at the brochure, he gritted his teeth and finally opened the first page.

Forget it, try it! !

Looking for the guidance above, he began to channel the profound energy from his dantian and penetrate himself.

Outside Wu Shengji removed his hand from the iron bucket, and finally a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You still know you!! Go, let's go drink first!"

An attendant chased up with a flattering smile: "Brother, this kid is safe?!"

"Ansheng!"

"How do you know?!" The attendant turned his head suspiciously and looked behind him: "Behind the big iron barrel, you seem to be able to see..."

Wu Shengji smiled weirdly and slapped the back of the attendant's head.

"What do you know, this thing is..."

As soon as he heard the voice, he glared at the attendant with an uncomfortable look.

"Little Dongzi, you and I have been there for several years, right?!"