"Miss Ling, are you there? Are you okay?"

Yan Ziyue approached carefully, only to find that a black mouth was exposed on the quicksand on the Shimen side.

She glanced at the yelling people above and walked to the entrance of the cave.

"Miss Ling, I'm here..."

Eyes are looking forward, cautious.

The hole was dark and nothing was seen.

She listened for a while, but she couldn't help but frown and raised her voice without seeing anyone breathing.

"Miss Ling, are you inside?"

Still no one answered.

After a moment of hesitation, she turned and looked behind her again, took out the Huozhezi, and stepped in.

Quicksand is not as much as they thought, after pouring a part of it, a large gap flows out.

It's just that the pile of sand is too soft and it takes a lot of trouble to climb up.

Yan Ziyue was wearing a skirt and holding the Huozhezi in his hand, walking three steps and backing two steps.

After tossing for a long time, I didn't walk in much.

Seeing the delay, she was afraid that Feng Chenglin and others would follow. She gritted her teeth, took off her shoes, rolled up her long skirt, and climbed up with both hands and feet.

On the top floor, there is a gap that a person has slumped through. Vaguely, it seems that there is wind blowing, and the battering flames jump.

"How can there be wind?"

If there is wind, it means there is an exit in front.

But, shouldn't the front be blocked?

Before she could think too much, she quickly looked at the bracelet.

Strangely, the bracelet is still dark blue.

"Go ahead?"

Yan Ziyue was jealous.

No one knows what's ahead.

It was dark, like the mouth of a beast.

And beneath her, there was quicksand again.

As long as a little external force is not careful, she may be buried.

At that time, it will be called every day to not respond, and the ground will not work.

However, time is urgent and it is really impossible to give her time to consider.

Looking at the leaping fire, she bit her silver teeth.

"Since there is wind in the front, there must be a way... Besides, isn't Miss Ling still in there? She can go in, and I can... There is no reason for God to let her live, but let me die!

Making up her mind, she lowered her heart and moved forward cautiously.

The sand is too loose and she has to keep her balance at all times.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will roll down with the sand.

But, strangely, after crawling along the sand for a long time, the bracelet was still dark blue.

Behind him, there was already a voice.

Listening to the movement, it was Feng Chenglin and his party who also started to act.

"Suffered..."

Yan Ziyue was impatient, sweating on his forehead.

She had better find the Li Soul Stone before these people and hide it again.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I will never get it back.

I was anxious, and there was another fire in my hand. I accidentally burned my hair.

"what"

Instinctively screamed.

The flame rose, and she quickly patted it out with her hands.

After Na Cheng thought this move, his body lost his balance and immediately rolled off.

Fortunately, in the process of rolling, the flame on the hair was extinguished.

In the air, only a burnt smell remained.

The sand on the top of his head then fell, covering his head and face.

In such a dark environment, the sand couldn't stop sliding from the top of the head, and there was a tendency to bury her.

Suddenly, a sense of despair came to my heart.

"Help

Yan Ziyue screamed and cried loudly.

"Help me, help..."

Instinctively, she struggled up.

But the more struggling, the deeper the sinking.

Fortunately, the movement behind finally followed: