Return from the second dimension

In just an instant, Tang Zhen caught a special wave, which was highly similar to the breath of the original Lingbao.

As a strong creator, Tang Zhen is very sensitive to this kind of fetish breath, confirming that his perception is correct.

But the problem was that Tang Zhen searched the surrounding area for several kilometers, but there was no original spirit treasure at all.

Where did the breath that was just fleeting come from?

Tang Zhen pondered to himself, a guess came out of his mind.

Perhaps the breath fluctuation just now is directly related to the target I am following.

If that's the case, then it's just a beating.

Tang Zhen's original plan was to disguise as an indigenous monk and slowly search for the son of the plane.

Locking the son of the plane is equivalent to finding the original spirit treasure and starting to snatch it if it is correct.

The purpose of this is to prevent the senior origin Lingbao from being aware of his existence, and then hiding silently.

If that's the case, it will be as difficult as climbing to find the original spirit treasure.

In the end, before Tang Zhen was looking for it, the original spirit treasure, who didn't know where he was, actually came to the door to investigate.

This becomes very interesting.

"Could it be that you found yourself, so you are watching carefully?"

Tang Zhen gave birth to this idea, but after careful analysis, he found it impossible.

His actions have been careful enough, even if it is a high-level source spirit treasure, it is absolutely impossible to find easily.

The original spirit treasure is a divine object, but it is definitely not a god, and it is definitely far inferior to Tang Zhen in terms of means.

Since you didn't find yourself, why did you suddenly reveal your breath, but the result was fleeting?

Tang Zhen thought of this, his gaze flicked across the beard and others, and an idea came into his mind.

Perhaps it is because the son of the plane has not yet appeared, the original spirit treasure or the unowned thing?

The breath that has just been fleeting is actually the source of Lingbao observing in secret, looking for suitable followers.

The bearded monk is one of the candidates!

Not only the beard, but also himself, are the secret investigation objects of Origin Lingbao.

As for why it happened, the main reason is that there are too few survivors in this world.

The original spirit treasure had no choice but to pull the general from the scorpion, and even the low-level monks like the bearded were candidates for the son of the plane.

There may be many mortals surviving, but the son of the plane has a special status, and it is impossible for everyone to be qualified to take it.

In fact, the son of the plane is not destined, mainly depends on the choice of the original spirit treasure.

The original spirit treasure also has the attribute of dislike the poor and love the rich. Between monks and mortals, it is more willing to choose the former.

If that's the case, you can take advantage of this and take the initiative to attract the original Lingbao to the bait.

As long as the original Lingbao dared to show up, Tang Zhen would dare to guarantee that it would not escape with its wings!

Tang Zhen's original plan was to use his big beard as a cover and gradually approach the senior monks in this world.

Only with this kind of existence is it more likely to hold the original spirit treasure.

But now it seems that the plan needs to be changed temporarily and as much as possible.

As long as it can attract the attention of the source of Lingbao, and personally explore and show up, Tang Zhen can take the opportunity to make a move.

In order to ensure that the plan is more secure, and to make the original Lingbao notice himself, perhaps some special methods must be used.

It should be understood that the fewer competitors, the higher the chance of winning.

The beard and others, who were regaining their strength, couldn't believe it if they were dreaming, the companions behind them would have such terrible thoughts.

Compared to the big boss who just beheaded, this imposter companion might create a new round of catastrophe.

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The crisis has not been resolved, it is not suitable to stay here for long.

Bearded and others got up one after another, followed the undulating bottom of the abyss, and slowly marched forward in the dark.

Just as worried before, the unknown environment at the bottom of the abyss is indeed even more dangerous.

After the earth was torn apart, the depth of the cracks would definitely not be the same, which caused the beard and others on the way to suffer.

There is no flat area, from time to time there will be soil and rocks falling down, and a little carelessness will smash the head.

If it is more unlucky, I am afraid I will lose my life on the spot.

Just over a piece of high mound, there is a deep pit, and there are cold water and hot lava in some places.

Under normal circumstances, Beard and others can cast spells and easily overcome these obstacles.

But at the bottom of today's cracks, there are bright or dark energy vortices everywhere, and it makes people scared to look at it.

It will explode if you stay where you are, let alone cast a spell nearby, which is tantamount to suicide.

It was like a fugitive, standing in front of a group of soldiers with live ammunition, raising their guns and shouting to come and kill me.

It is strange not to be killed.

There are also energy clusters similar to rolling mines, floating around at the bottom of the crack, and exploding once they touch an object.

In the process of marching, I heard the muffled sound from time to time, as well as the sound of the collapse of the mountain.

There is no doubt that this is a masterpiece of rolling mines.

Marching in such a dangerous environment can be said to be miserable, and the bearded and others are depressed and about to vomit blood.

The only thing worthy of comfort is that at the bottom of the crack in the abyss, you can touch objects falling from the ground.

Although most of the items are of no value to the monks, some food can be eaten.

There are also some items that can be used to refine weapons, so as not to be defenseless in battle.

If it was before the catastrophe, the monks would not appreciate these things at all, even if they were brought before their eyes, they would not bother to take care of them.

But now, he is like a scavenger, constantly refurbishing among the trash, and making surprise sounds from time to time, showing a happy smile.

"Ugh……"

Upon seeing this, the beard sighed softly.

Upon seeing this, the companion next to him couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What are you sighing? Even if you run out of ammunition and food, you fat man must be the last one to starve to death."

The beard shook his head and sighed: "If that moment is really reached, it doesn't make any sense to continue, so it's better to stop first.

Then I can do good deeds so that everyone can eat my meat for a while longer."

"Hurry and stop, your meat is fat and nasty, it must be unsmelling, and the uncle will not eat a bite even if he starves to death.

I suspect that in your belly comparable to a pregnant woman, there is not fat, but a belly of stinky feces."

Companion looked disdainful, looked up and down with his beard, very despised for his stupid body.

"Ha ha……"

This kind of ridicule and derogation between peers is actually making fun in hardship, which relieves the tension and depression in the heart.

As time passed, the situation did not get better, but got worse.

At the bottom of the dark abyss, there were more and more violent psychic vortexes, almost blocking the way forward.

Maybe sometime, the hapless group of them will be buried here with a loud noise.

Hearing the conversation between the two bearded men, the other monks chuckled softly, not too sad.

After a catastrophe and several escapes from the dead, they had already looked down upon life and death.

He still insists on living now, just to be able to find opportunities to avenge those relatives and friends who have passed away due to catastrophe.

However, it now appears that their wish is not realized, but to be buried in this abyss.

"Be careful, something is wrong in front."

Tang Zhen in the team suddenly spoke, making all the cultivators stunned at the same time.

Especially Beard, he knew Tang Zhen's true identity, and he was even more nervous at this moment.

Looking ahead at this time, it turned out to be shrouded in black and green mist, filled with cold and rancid smells.

As they watched closely, they saw that amidst the black and green mist, silhouettes suddenly appeared, roaring with blood-red eyes.

"It's a zombie!"

When the bearded people saw this, they immediately showed a surprised expression.

They didn't expect that they would encounter so many zombies at the bottom of this dark crack.

Looking at the dresses of these zombies, they are all dressed up by ancients, which makes people feel more and more confused.

The environment is already dangerous, but now he encounters a group of zombies, which is simply driving people to death.

Just when Big Beard and others were alert and ready to fight, they heard Tang Zhen's voice sound again.

"These zombies should be controlled by someone, they are probably friends but not enemies."